Page 13 of The Blind Hordesman

“You’re still here,” comes from behind me.

“I’m afraid of hounds,” I admit.

The animal tilts his head as if he understands me. He yawns, then gets up, moves away from the exit, and stares at me as if expecting a treat. I have nothing to give him. Maybe there’s beef jerky left in the cellar.

“This is Ayo,” the Hordesman says. “He’s gonna shadow you. Better get used to it.” The Alpha swipes my hair off my shoulder and sniffs. “Fuck,” he says. “You smell wonderful.”

“Thank you, Alpha.” What? No. Nooo.Fuck you, Alpha.I rest the back of my head on his shoulder. “You’re gonna send me into heat. Don’t. If you have any mercy inside you, don’t.”

“Go inside and straight into the shower. Think of me while you take care of that hungry pussy. Don’t forget to change your pants. You displayed your dynamic for me, and I don’t like knowing others can scent it. Take Ayo with you.”

“Nah, I’m good by myself.”

The Hordesman steps back. “Ayo, don’t let her out of your sight.”

Arguing with this Hordesman is a waste of time. I groan and walk across the campground. At my heels, the hound growls as the males walk by, their noses wiggling. Everyone smells me. I break into a run, nearly knocking over a male as I push past him and practically trip over my own feet as I barge inside my bedroom and lock the door. It’s cold in here too, and I don’t care because my body burns. On my way to the bathroom, I strip off my clothes, hop into the shower, and turn on the faucet. Cold water hits my body, and I scream, then slap a hand over my mouth, hoping nobody heard me, hoping nobody comes to check on me, hoping he does come and check on me, maybe fucks me in the shower.

Images of his massive form assault me instantly, and I spread my legs and touch myself, rub and rub until I come. And it’s not enough. I rub furiously and come again, a small orgasm, but one that makes me bend over as the cramps hit my lower belly. I drop to my knees and bang my head on the shower door, again cursing the day I was made an Omega. A curse and a blessing. Curse because I can’t control my urges. Blessing because I turned out sane. Not everyone did. There’re only twelve made females to the millions of Swarm males. Of twelve, four are Betas with reasoning capabilities. And me. A made Omega. A little miracle, King Father used to call me.

I turn off the water and dry, then dress in new clothes, and, feeling better, I walk into the kitchen, where Alphas surround the table and hover over something. My sisters are lined up against the wall again. The Alphas haven’t made them strip, so that’s good. Noslov stands by the door, eyes on me. Again, he undresses me with his gaze, and I get this strange feeling of discomfort that I promptly ignore.

“What’s going on?” I ask him.

“Found your Betaren reserves.”

I shrug.

“Betaren is illegal, and I can strap you all to poles.”

“As if you need a reason to strap us onto poles.”

“True,” the Hordesman says and walks in right behind me. He squeezes my hip.

My body starts kindling. Here we go again. Gah, is this ever going away? Maybe I should just have sex with him and get it over with. Instead of jumping his boner right here and now, I move out of his way. The virgin wanton is a real thing.

He enters my kitchen with no shirt, just a black kilt they call atil, a leather belt, and unlaced boots. Axes out, he taps the ground. The males part for him, and he stops at the table, then swipes a claw over the powder. He tastes. “Mmm. Kiki girl.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“You know how to bake?”

“Of course.”

“Excellent. Go back into my tent. On the desk, you will find a com unit. It’s white, and you stick it in your ear. Tap it twice, and it will call the Telean general. Tell him I want the recipe for Omega pussy cookies.”

I blink.

He turns. “You’re still here. Which part was unclear?”

“It’s all clear, Alpha, except you don’t have to bark at me as if I’m your hound and I need to get on it the moment you say jump.” I cross my arms over my chest.

He crosses his.

I don’t care if there’re Alphas in the room and everyone is listening. I’m not a dog.

“How would you have me address you, princess?” He curtsies.

“You could say the magic word.”

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