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As he spoke, he began to slowly stroke my length through my pants, his movements firm and deliberate. I moaned at the sensation, my head falling back as I gave myself over to the pleasure. He was so good at that. He was making me feel so sensitive, even though the fabric still separated us.

"You see?" Fendwyr murmured, his thumb pressing against the sensitive head of my cock. "You can't resist me, not when your body is crying out for it. And I'm going to give you exactly what you need. I wouldn't forgive myself otherwise."

I knew I should protest, should push him away and insist that this wasn't right. But I was too far gone, too lost in the haze of lust that Fendwyr had created with his words and his hand. All I could do was whimper as he continued to stroke me, my hips rocking into his hand as I chased more of that delicious friction.

"Hmm, yeah, like that," Fendwyr encouraged, his voice rough with his own desire. "Let go, Gustall. Stop fighting what you want, what we both know you need. You're a young and fertile omega, after all."

And with those words, he released me, leaving me gasping and shaking with the force of my need. I stared up at him, my eyes wide and confused as he sat back in his chair, a wicked grin playing about his lips. What? What was he doing and why? I couldn't make sense of it.

"What... what's going on?" I asked, my voice ragged. "Why did you stop?" And why did I even ask that question? I should be furious, ready to lash out like a bear, clawing at his throat until blood poured out. But that wasn’t going to happen—not now, not ever. I wasn’t a bear shifter, and he was much stronger than me.

Fendwyr shrugged, a slow, deliberate movement of his broad shoulders. "Because we're not going to do this here," he said simply. "When I take you, when I claim you as mine, it's going to be in my bed, with no interruptions, no distractions. I want you to spread out beneath me, begging for my cock, and for it to split you open."

I shuddered at his words, a fresh wave of heat washing over me at the image he painted. He was right—we couldn't do this here, not like this. But god, the thought of being in his bed, of being taken by him... it made my head spin with need.

"Then what..." I started to ask, but Fendwyr cut me off with a swift shake of his head.

"Not now," he said firmly. "Later, when you're ready to admit the truth—That's when we'll take this further."

I nodded, even as a part of me wanted to scream in frustration. He was leaving me aching and empty, my body crying out for completion that he refused to give me. It was cruel, almost torturous.

But I still wanted to see what was going to happen at the end.

Chapter 8

Fendwyr

I lounged on my bed, one arm propped behind my head as I waited for Gustall to enter the room. He should be coming here anytime now, that fiery and brave omega. The guard I had sent to fetch him had reported back that he was being cooperative, if still wary. It was a start, at least. A start until he was mine, from head to toe.

I was almost there. I didn't want to take him earlier. That wouldn't have felt natural.

After claiming him, it would be time to truly get to know him—his family, his likes and dislikes, and all those little details. It might sound strange to most people, considering we'd only just met, but I couldn’t help thinking about it. After all, we were destined to spend the rest of our lives together.

I'd never felt so sure with other omegas I had in the past. This was different. This was intoxicating and so much stronger.

This bedroom I was in was nothing special, just a large space with a king-sized bed dominating the center, flanked by two nightstands. A dresser stood against one wall, and a small sitting area with a couch and armchair occupied another corner. Thedecor was minimalist, functional rather than luxurious. It was a place to sleep and fuck, not to entertain guests.

Mostly, I just slept here. I didn't invite many people over—I couldn’t. I had to keep the place as hidden from the world as possible. Gustall was lucky to have made it here. Lucky that I couldn’t resist the urge to devour him entirely.

I heard the door open behind me, and I turned my head to watch as Gustall stepped inside. He hesitated on the threshold, his eyes darting around the room before settling on me.

He was probably wondering what I had planned. He didn't need to worry—I was going to make sure he took the first step when the time was right. I wasn't going to force myself on him. I didn't need to.

His scent was already changing, after all. His entire body craved every part of me.

I could see the wariness in his gaze too, the way he tensed as if preparing to flee at any moment. It was understandable, given that he didn't know much about me. But that, just like everything else in our lives, would change soon.

"Come in," I said, my voice low and commanding. "Don't be shy now."

He took a tentative step forward, then another, until he was fully inside the room. The door closed behind him with a soft click, sealing us in together. I could practically feel the tension in the air, the way it seemed to crackle between us. I loved it.

"I... I don't know what you want from me," Gustall said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You keep saying things, hinting at things, but you never come out and say it outright. I don't know why you want me here. If you want to force yourself on me, just do it already and get it over with."

I smiled slowly, pushing myself up into a sitting position. "Oh, Gustall," I murmured, shaking my head. "You know exactly what I want from you. You just don't want to admit it to yourselfyet. And, don't worry. I'm not going to force anything on anyone. I don't do that."

He flushed, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. "I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted, but there was no real conviction in his words.

I rose from the bed and crossed the room to him, my movements slow and deliberate. I could see the way his eyes widened as I approached, the way his breath hitched in his throat. He was nervous, but also excited, his body responding to my proximity even as his mind tried to deny it.

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