Page 39 of Outcast Island

He’s going to tear me in two,I think as my body accepts the impossibility of his sheer size.

My eyes flutter open as his knot begins to swell, completing the process of bringing me out of torpor as I blink up at the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen.

His eyes are beautifully red from feeding on me. His dark hair hangs over his face and his jawline hardens as he works himself in place. “That’s the expression I was hoping for,” he says with a dazzling grin. I’m pleased he doesn’t attempt to retract his large fangs. “That’s my good Omega. Keep coming on my cock like that.”

I realize that my spasms never ended. His knot stretching me is making me come over and over again with a rising hysteria that’ll destroy me.

It frightens me that I want it to.

Magnus has his hand on my throat in a possessive way, not putting any pressure on me but keeping me in place while he stretches me with his knot. He’s moved from bracing me againsthim to now trusting me to find my most comfortable position as I write on the bed.

Soon, we’ll be locked together.

My legs quiver as pleasure spikes through my system. Every inch he stretches me is excruciatingly blissful in a way I could never have predicted.

“Magnus,” I whisper as I arch my back and widen my legs again, attempting to accept his knot and show him that I’m his Omega.

My heat thrums through me in full force as he praises me. “You’re taking my knot like such a good girl,” he says as he strokes my throat. “Are you going to take every drop of my cum, too?”

I nod, but my womb is still closed.

Attempting to breed will satisfy a portion of my heat, though, and I eagerly buck my hips against him as I sink my fingers into the bedsheets.

Just a little farther.

That’s when a horrible, familiar presence fills the room and I hear a voice inside my head.

Because Magnus is bonded to me now, he seems to be able to hear it too.

“Guðrún,” a familiar male voice roars. The disconnected voice sends cold terror rushing to my core. “Finally rid yourself of the tracker, hmm? Well, that means you found and Alpha and—oh?” He goes silent as a strange, invading sense swarms through my chest. “He already blood-bonded you, I see. No matter. When that Alpha is done with you, I hope you’re ready for the friends I have waiting. It’s a shame that the Alpha who finally unlocked your heat has to die—so I’ll let him finish before he can decide where his allegiances lie.”

My father found me.

He’swatching.

His ability is “haunting” anyone whose blood he has tasted.

And, as I recall, he has tasted my blood at least once. I had just assumed his ability didn’t work on me because he had never haunted me before.

Clearly, he was waiting for the right moment to reveal to me that he can indeed find me whenever he wants to.

His abilities likely only went so far, so the tracker had been a means to monitor me without expending precious resources.

But he would have known when I had left Bariloche Sector and where I had wound up.

Meaning, he had purposefully abandoned me on Outcast Island.

Magnus curses and his emotion at the disturbance rushes into me. “Is that who I think it is?” he asks.

When I whimper, that’s all the answer he needs.

“He dares to interfere, here?Now?In my fuckinghome nest,” he growls.

I’m hit with a powerful dose of white-hot rage. The sensation makes me whimper again as his knot throbs inside my entrance, stretching me painfully in a way that isn’t as pleasant as it was before. His Alpha dominance is coming out and right now he’s ready to claim his Omega to prove a point.

And that’s not the right reason to knot an empath Vampire Omega—at least not one that’ll allow me to fall into estrus.

“He’s not actually here,” I try to explain to Magnus. “But he will be soon.”

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