Page 7 of Sidone

Chapter 3

Kade

The Regha female eats all the food I prepped. I’m not surprised. Feeding the Collectors at the ex-mayor’s house afforded me an opportunity to test out all sorts of dishes, flavors, and styles before I figured out Regha people are so much easier to please than humans. They need fresh food, which gets tricky sometimes as I’m forced to rise at the crack of dawn and get out to the fish market to get the best catch, but compared to Melanie and the majority of her guests, Hordesmen are easily pleased. Besides, having learned the art of preparing those Betaren cookies, I’m indispensable to their happiness. Terror’s words, not mine.

Sidone cleans her plate and glances at the kitchen. “Is there more?”

“There might be cake in a few hours. If the hotel lets me use their kitchen.”

She wipes her mouth. “You’re an excellent cook.”

“I know.” I wink.

She picks up the plates.

I snatch them from her hands. “At your service. Full service.” My dick is spurting cum every few minutes. When I’m this close to her, I can smell her. She smells like sex, and I need her to impale herself on my dick already and put me out of my misery. She seems unfazed, though I know she can scent my arousal. The cum wets my jeans, and the Alpha looks down, a smirk on her face.

“I suggest you prepare the nest,” she says.

“A what?”

“A nest. The bed.”

“This is a hotel. The bed is made.”

She tsks. “Perhaps you prefer I take you on the floor.”

“Baby, you can take me on the floor, the table, over the couch, against the wall, out on the balcony—”

She raises a hand, palm up. I lick her palm, then press it against my chest, letting it trail over my abdomen. Sidone steps closer, and her scent hits me. My brain stops working, and I grab her and sit her on the table, my mouth everywhere at once. I don’t know if I wanna kiss her mouth, face, neck, or just eat her pussy right out of the gate.

But she knows.

She grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back.Shit.I suppress a scream, and groan instead, my dick spurting cum, wetting the front of my jeans even more. She holds me that way and unsnaps my fly.Thank you, Lord.My dick springs up, eager to please. A claw traces the skin of my balls, up my dick’s length, and taps my piercing. “My, my, my, lookie here. You know what I regret?”

I grunt. Somehow, I can tell she’s not actually asking me anything.

“I regret,” she continues, “not getting a nice nine-inch-long makeshift dick I can strap on and fuck the little hole in your ass.”

What the fuck?“I don’t regret that at all.”

Sidone chuckles. “You will. When my heat hits, and it will hit soon, you’ll wish I used you any way and even in ways you can’t imagine. That’s okay. I can be creative. And seeing as I haven’t had an Omega before, you’ll be my first.” She fists her hand over my hard dick and pumps. Once, twice, three times. My body convulses, my eyes roll back, my balls draw up, and in one swift move, she’s behind me, hand in my hair jerking my body back, the hand on my dick gone. I groan, and pain slices across my belly as the orgasm ceases. But then she bends me over the table, kicks my legs apart, and grabs my dick from below.

She releases my hair, claws trailing down my back, leaving goose bumps in their wake. She squeezes my ass and spanks it. I groan, my dick in her hand twitching, cum likely dripping all over the floor. She spanks me again, then grabs some of my cum and trails it over my balls and to my ass, where she lubricates it. I tense and clear my throat.

Sidone’s hands are gone and she rounds the table, then lifts my chin so she can stare me down. “Dear chef, prepare something cold, long, thick, and preferably smooth for your ass, because I will have it.”

No words come out of my mouth. No woman has ever said anything like this to me. I’m not sure what to say, other than “Yes, Alpha.”

“And also, either stay here and nest or come with me.”

“I’m coming.”

She pecks my lips. “Not without permission.”

Hot damn.

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