Page 22 of The Blind Hordesman

No, no, can’t fuck her.

She would make a male happy for a lifetime. I’m not looking for a lifetime. I am looking for the now. It is wrong of me to claim this fine Omega. Wrong in so many ways, but I’ve never had a conscience, and I’m not gonna start growing one now, especially with the Omega whose father I’m gonna kill. With Daddy dearest in mind, I grip my cock and push her shoulders down and pump. Her pretty warm mouth wraps around the head of my cock, and I have enough self-restraint not to ram it to the back of her throat. Maybe later.

Because she’s so fucking beautiful in my head, and her scent is absolutely the finest, her voice like an erotic whisper every time she speaks, my balls tighten, and I ejaculate a stream that fills her mouth. I grab her hair and pull her up. She breaths heavily, melts against me, and I lick the corner of her mouth, tasting my own cum. Yeah, I’m filthy like that.

My dick, still hard, twitches on her belly. I kiss the top of her head, scent her. She smells like me if I were drenched in pussy juice. It’s a nice smell. “Are you tired, Omega?” I ask.

She chuckles. “Not anymore.”

I kiss her cheek, purr at her ear. With my super hearing, I heard those gross times my uncle purred for my aunt, and I memorized the tone. Though I didn’t have formal training like my brother, Arkin, the Collector Alpha, I am a pretty good purrer. And the Omega responds. She whimpers.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do," I say. "You’re gonna continue working. Not to worry, nobody will speak to you in any manner other than to ask about the powder or a tray or whatever the fuck work-related shit. If anyone crosses into personal territory, I will know.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“Okay.” I stand there like a statue.

“I have to get dressed.”

“Right.”

I’m still not moving.

She pushes past me, knocking my shoulder like she always does, and I smile. I like this. It’s a thing we share, and the touch makes me better oriented, meaning I can tell her mood and movement because I can’t read the expressions on her face.

The water turns on.

“Wooo, Omega. What are you doing?”

“Gonna shower.”

“Hell, no.”

“I’m drenched in cum.”

“You swallowed.”

“Not everything, dearest. It’s dripping down my chin.”

“I love that image. No shower for you.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Death is always serious, baby. Shut that water off.”

“No way, Hordesman. Everyone can smell it.”

“That’s the point.”

“Oh, I get it.” Soft footsteps pad toward me, stop. She pokes me in the chest. “You’re gonna mark me for later or whenever, and yet you called the Collectors to come get me. Fine, Alpha. Two can play that game.”

Who fucking told her about the Collectors? “Two can play, but there’s only one winner.”

“You’re too arrogant for your own good.”

“Still, you like me the best.” I smile.

Footsteps pace the room. Clothes ruffle, strings snap into place, presumably her bra, and sure enough, Kiki knocks my arm with her shoulder as she walks out.

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