Page 28 of Outcast Island

If his blood was like expensive liquor, his cum is like smoked marble whisky dipped in sugar. My tongue flicks out to lap up every stray drop, not wasting any of it.

My instincts scream at me to take all of him inside of me. His blood. His cum. He belongs to me and I am a vessel born to hold all of his wrath and his pleasure.

But I’m an empty vessel. I will never swell with child.

“We will see about that,” he says confidently as he teases his cock into my mouth. “Do you still want to taste me, little Omega? I don’t think you realized how large an Alpha is.”

Glaring up at him defiantly, I open my jaw and stretch my lips around the head of his cock. It takes some effort, but I manage to swallow him.

He grunts when I take both hands and stroke his cock, working to taste more of his delicious cum. I take his cock asdeeply as I can until he closes off my airway, and even then, I press in further.

I’m a vampire. I don’t technically need to breathe.

My lungs burn as I inch his massive cock down my throat, extending my tongue so that I can fit more of him inside of me. My eyes water as I grip his cock, determined to show him that I’m different.

I’m not what he wants me to be.

“Guðrún,” he says, saying my name just like a Greenland vampire would, coaxing me with a soft tug of my hair. “You’re hurting yourself.”

His sadness washes over me, proving my point that I can never reach estrus.

If my Alpha is sad, that means he’s worried.

And if he’s worried, that means he’s not strong enough to protect me.

I know that isn’t true when it comes to Magnus, but emotions are black and white to my blood type. Any possibility of an estrus takes another few steps back, solidifying the fact in my chest with painful clarity.

I can’t give him what he needs.

He slides his cock out of my mouth and I sputter, drawing in ragged breaths that my lungs demand. Even if I don’t need to breathe, it’s very uncomfortable not to.

“Come here,” he says as he mindfully picks his way through my nest. He doesn’t disturb a single garment that I placed as he reclines on one of the pillows I had also carefully arranged.

My cheeks burn as I wonder if he didn’t get the message. “I’m not what you need, Magnus. You can’t fuck me.” Because fucking would lead to knotting. And knotting would lead to biting.

And then he would fall into a rut and I would be on a painful edge of an estrus that would never come. He would drink myblood and complete a bond, tying us together while I tried to reach a peak of satisfaction that I could never find.

My Omega instincts want to breed, but I’ll never be able to.

And that knowledge sticks in my chest as the most painful dagger of all.

“I’m not fucking you tonight,” he says, making my eyebrows shoot up.

“What?”

He waves me onward. “Come here, Guðrún. I’m not used to asking twice. We’re going to sleep, instead.”

“Sleep?” I dumbly repeat. “You’re serious?”

He sighs and curls his hands behind his head. His erection is long enough to touch his belly button as he shifts onto his back. “Very.”

I stare at him for a long time before I finally decide I have no choice but to join the Vampire Alpha in his bed.

Because that is where I had built my nest. Every instinct inside of me says it’s right to rest here.

To lay with my Alpha, whether we are fucking or not.

Nestling into his side, I rest my head on one of his biceps. He lowers his arm and tucks me against his chest before he kisses the top of my head.

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