Page 42 of The Blind Hordesman

“Her eyes are wider,” he says. “And also tilted and tapered at the corners. Longer nose. The lips are right. Chin too. More defined jaw, like the one of Queen Mother.”

Thinking he’d hate having anyone criticize his art, I look to Seer, whose expression takes on a dreamy look. It’s as if he’s looking into the distance, almost with a blank expression. “Thank you, brother.”

“Welcome.”

Minutes pass, and my vision grows sharper. My pupils are dilating, a sign of impending heat. The churning in my belly intensifies, cramps zap my middle, and I squeeze Seer’s hand. The contact alone, his cold hand in mine, makes me feel better already. I imagine the feel of his massive cock inside me, cooling everything, making it all better. Maybe I won’t die a virgin. Well, it depends, because we sure as hell aren’t doing it with his brother here.

Seer’s nostrils flare, and he grabs the back of my neck, brings me closer.

His scent makes me close my eyes. I want to rub my body against his. “Can you make it through a day?” he asks.

I nod. “Yes, Alpha. My heat lasts for three to five days.”

“An unsatisfied Omega is a very moody creature,” Arkin interrupts . “One that requires special handling. I am bonded. You trust me. Let me handle her while you rest.”

“She’s a grown woman and needs no babysitter.”

“Thank you, Seer.”

“Welcome, baby.”

“All Omegas need pampering.”

“That’s also true,” I say. The thought of gentle Seer is a bit difficult to imagine, but not impossible.

Seer stretches and reaches for the cage, slides his hand over it until he gets to the rope still tied to one of the bars from when he dragged me across his camp. It feels like a decade ago. He unties the knot and sits up, facing me, then loops the rope around my ankle, then his wrist, and lies down. He pats his shoulder. “Let’s rest.”

The second I lay my head on his shoulder, my body shuts down, my eyes close, and I start drifting off to sleep. I know I’ll wake burning with the heat.

Arkin speaks softly in Rahkan, and I don’t have the brain power to translate. Seer purrs deep and low and steady from his chest.

“Hey, Arkin,” Seer says. “Why does she smell like Uncle Vemlox?”

“Because they ambushed the Collectors,” I answer.

“They who?”

“Your dad and uncles.”

“Arkin?” he prompts.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Seer chuckles.

* * *

Rising voices awaken me, and I scrub my face, one hand feeling the fur under my body. It’s soft and warm, and I never want to leave this nest or the cold, hard body in the room with me. I look up to find Seer is sitting in front of me, blocking my view, an ax’s handle sticking out on the side of his lap. He looks down, maybe fiddles with the weapon, and chats in Rahkan. I run a hand down his back, grip his long braid, then pull. I scoot closer and drape my hot body over his back, burying my face at the crook of his neck.

“Everyone, say hi to Kiki.”

I freeze and look up. There are four males in the room. Arkin, Seer’s dad, General Dreikx, and another older Alpha sitting behind the desk in Seer’s chair. When he locks eyes with me, there’s this incredible urge to lower my gaze. I resist it.

He narrows his eyes.

I glance away from him to Seer’s dad, who sits on this side of the desk. He’s grinning from ear to ear, making the scar on his face pinch the damaged eye. He purrs.

The heat rushing into my face must make it match the color of my hair. “It’s Rickie Lee,” I say.

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