Page 48 of The Blind Hordesman

I lick my dry lips and look around for water. A few bottles lie within reach. I get one and take his hand, then put it inside his palm. “It’s water. If you want some.”

I grab another bottle and pop it open, but don’t drink because Seer’s lips are pinched, and he looks displeased.

“I know where the water is, and if I don’t, I’ll find it on my own.”

“I wasn’t trying to offend you.”

“I want you to see me, not look for things I can’t see. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Alpha, although I wasn’t trying to look for things you can’t see. Seer, we have to talk about this. I can’t be ignorant of how best to serve you.”

“I’ll write you a manual.” He pops the cap and downs the water in one gulp, caps it again, and puts it inside the cage.

The uncomfortable silence takes on a life of its own. I sip my water, then put it inside the cage too.

Seer kisses my forehead. “There you go, Kiki. You’ll learn as we move through life.”

I change the subject, “Do you feel the transition coming?”

“My neck’s sore, but your heat isn’t done yet, so I won’t transition until you’re sated.”

He flips me over, deflates the knot, but doesn’t withdraw from inside me. He fucks me more, with long slow strokes, and after we come, he just keeps moving inside me for hours on end, and the cock never deflates, and I can barely draw breath between him knotting me, fucking me, licking me everywhere. Night falls, and Seer withdraws, tells me to go use the bathroom, which comes away asbasssrombecause of the way his forked tongue moves when pronouncing the th sound. That tongue is capable of things my tongue isn’t, like the wicked way the forked ends can grip my clit and twist it.

When I return to the nest, I find Seer propped with his elbows behind his head, allowing me the glorious view of his massive, muscled body. Between my legs, I throb for him again, and liquid leaks freely. I have zero shits to give about the leaking, and I care not if it wets the wool thigh-highs that are crumpled at my ankles.

“Tell me about your dad,” he says.

I sit by him, take his hand, then flick a sharp claw that somehow never nicked or hurt my skin.

“Serpent’s balls, Kiki, I hate waiting. When I ask a question, answer.”

Damn. “It’s a loaded question.”

“How was he when you were growing up?”

“He was…both distant and approachable. Kind to me. Used to call me his pearl.”

“I agree. You’re the only good thing that came from him. And yet he left you to his enemy.”

“Perhaps I wasn’t a valuable pearl. Maybe a run-of-the-mill pearl.”

“I think he wanted me to breed you. That’s why he left you there.”

“What would he gain from it?”

“Same thing my dad would gain from it. A strong bloodline. Your grandma is old school, and those old schoolers believe in bloodlines, and she likely raised him to believe in them too. If there’s an opportunity to mix the former Horde Alpha’s offspring and the former Regha King’s offspring, old schoolers are gonna see that it happens. I think that’s why my uncle left me to it, and I’m willing to bet he’s engaged Dreikx for the security around our housing.”

“So what you’re saying is that they all want the same thing. Your family and mine.”

“That’s right. Where is your mother?”

“I don’t know, or even know if I have one.”

“Was his heir, Domitay, your brother from the same mother?”

“No, his mother was the Omega, Father bonded.”

“Where is she?”

---