Page 12 of Thief

Kenn serves Eron more eggs, cutting me a mean eye as he drops more food on my plate. Most things look like fruit and vegetable, and nothing looks familiar. At my previous owner’s, they fed me those beef jerkies Eron gave to the hound and the bread Kenn's ready to bake. I don’t ask for either, because I know what those are. They give those things to their animals. People eat fresh food.

“If I can’t feed Master’s Omega, I get replaced. Eat the food.” Kenn slaps a hand over his mouth, a horrified expression on his face.

Eron smiles, though it doesn't touch his eyes. The rattle from his chest increases in volume, making the chef visibly cringe. “What makes you think she’s an Omega?”

The chef swallows. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it.” He hits his head. “Stupid, stupid Kenn.”

“You are hardly stupid, Kenn. You are highly observant. However”—Eron stands and extends his hand—“you talk too much.”

“I do, Master. I fucking yap and yap. Damn me to the Shadows.”

“Answer my question.”

“The talk of Omegas in that merchant’s house got me worried about you. You wouldn’t risk going there if you didn’t think the rumor had merit, and you sure as fuck wouldn’t bring a slave girl back with you. You never do.”

“I am transparent, then.”

“Oh no. Not at all.” Kenn closes his eyes. “I should cut my tongue off.”

“I like it.” When I don’t take Eron’s hand, he glares and wiggles his fingers.

I stand and put my palm into his.

He pulls me closer, tucks me under his arm, and kisses the top of my head.

“Serve your tongue to Horley by Sycol’s fall.”

“Yes, Alpha. Thank you, Alpha.”

Eron pulls me along and out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into the room, where he stands by the door, casual but mighty pissed, arms crossed over his chest.

I feel the contained rage, if not see it in the grinding of his teeth.

“Had enough of the outdoors for the day?” he asks.

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Mm-hm. Uliya will tend to you. I suggest you eat, or at least attempt to taste the food so that Kenn may learn what you like and feed you more of it. Otherwise, he will lose more than his tongue.”

“Please, don’t hurt him.”

“If I don’t, the king will take his tongue, my life, yours, and thousands of others. Kenn understands this, or he would not serve me. Rest and eat.” He steps away, then pokes his head back into the room. “Horley has an incredible sense of smell and understands how I feel about you. Should you try to escape, he will hunt you. Behave, Kate, and I will reward you.” He winks. “Promise.”

6

Kate

Regha Alphas are fond of hanging fancy weapons on the walls of their bedrooms. They’re also fond of skinning animals and likely other alien races—maybe even their own—and decorating the floors with them. Pelts are used for bedding too.

The beta female, Uliya, came, and I drank water, though I couldn’t make myself eat. Nothing looked appetizing, as it hasn’t since I landed on this planet. My previous, now-dead, captor forced me to eat, which made me not want to eat anything at all.

Since coming here, I’ve shrunk at least three sizes.

Restless and hungry, with a growing pain in my belly, I pace Eron’s bedroom, groaning as my pussy clenches. Liquid trails down my thigh. I sit on the edge of the bed and look between my legs. Clear liquid trickles out of my pussy. The scent of this male is strong in my nose, occupying my senses and my mind ever since I first laid eyes on him. This worries me. I shouldn’t feel this horny for him.

The cramps I’ve held back by masturbating a few minutes ago return with a vengeance, and I bend over, whining in pain. On the floor, I spread my legs and slap my pussy. I’m so mad at it, and the slapping only makes me spill more heat. I curl up in the corner, and shiver from trying not to rub my pussy raw. It hurts so good, I can’t stand it.

The pillow smells like him, the blanket smells like him, and he smells like sex. I slap my pussy again. Squeeze my breasts until tears roll from my eyes.

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