Page 81 of Shadowlands Omega

“Really? I thought a couple times you’d throw a tantrum.”

“I don’t tantrum.”

“Mmm…you do a little bit.” I laugh when he tickles my side, and then I sigh, “It was a really fun date.”

“Kiandah, please.” His voice is strangled and hoarse. He tries to look away from my face, but there’s nowhere to look. “We should both sleep.”

“You don’t seem sleepy.” I say on a yawn, my eyes feeling hotter than they should.

He sounds so nervous. Like the boy I wonder if he ever had a chance to be, but gather that he didn’t. And I…like to be the one that he shares this side of him with. The only one. “I…I don’t know. I feel like I could fuck you all over again.”

I guffaw. “You might break me, my Lord.”

“I know.” He kisses the top of my head. “Sleep. I should feel more…settled once my knot deflates.”

Wanting to ask him more about dating and if he’d like to go on another, I decide to give him reprieve as another thought occurs to me instead. Shyly, I say, “I…I’ll need some root of wormwood tea after this.”

“No need. I’ve been taking the elixir for weeks and you don’t seem to have entered your heat, besides. My seed won’t get you pregnant. Not this time.”

Not this time.

I hang on those words, feeling an exhilarated rush at the sound of them. “Do you…do you want children?”

“I want your children. I want children with you.”

“You have to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Saying these things.”

“Why? Do they so greatly offend you?”

I shake my head and lean forward in the quiet that exists between us, where there is only us, only truth. “No.” I stroke my fingers through his chest hair and whisper so low that he wouldn’t be able to hear me if he were any other man. But he’s not. “They make me fall in love with you.”

Yaron shudders and stiffens and makes a rough sound followed by a low, low purr. It comes from deep within his chest, seeming to emanate from the place beneath my hand. “You…cannot say such things either, Kiandah. Not now when I’m so…unstable.” His voice breaks, sounding even more strained. He kisses the top of my head roughly once more and says, “Enough. Sleep now before something terrible happens.”

I huff out a laugh in a voice just as shaky as his was and close my eyes. Sleep comes for me quickly, lulled away as I am by the furious pounding of his heart, but it does not stay long.

21 | Kiandah

The Sea Witch

I open my eyes, confused and disoriented but very aware of a cramp in my stomach.My thoughts fire.Where am I? I work in the kitchens. Then, why am I so hungry?

My left leg twitches and I flinch at the sensation of a mostly soft penis slipping out of my soft inner lips. There’s a coolness there every time my legs scissor apart as air brushes over the copious amounts of Berserker cum and Omega slick all over me. I carefully extricate my limbs from the tangle of Yaron’s and squeeze my legs together as hard as I can. I roll away from Yaron to the edge of the bed.

I blink, clearing cobwebs from my eyelashes. My stomach growls again and I bowl over, feeling starved. I haven’t eaten since lunch and that session with Yaron was a real workout. I want to sleep and my head feels foggy… Maybe, I’ll just eat quickly and then return to bed. Or…

I glance at Yaron. He’s out cold, just as Zanele predicted. I turn her words over. Will I ever get a better opportunity to talk to Madame Zenobia? That’s if she’s even still awake. I listen carefully, hearing Yaron’s shallow breath first, and then I extend my hearing father out. Oh yeah, Zenobia’s still awake.

The bar sounds exactly the same as it did before, a muffled chaos, even from two stories away. It doesn’t sound like any time has passed at all. Maybe I was only asleep minutes. I frown. I do really need to sleep. I’ve been exhausted lately, the stress of trying to keep everyone I love alive a lot for me, a wallflower. I frown harder, thinking about how Yaron sees me. How I see myself now, through him.

I might have been happy as a wallflower, but whoever she was, the girl in the kitchens, was set ablaze.

I don’t know who was born of the ashes, this woman that remains, but — I swallow, gaze raking over Yaron’s face, its sharp perfection making me tremble — I know that Yaron seems to like her. I also know that Yaron would not be happy at all with me if I left the room unattended.

I slide out from beneath the covers where our limbs had been intertwined, stuck together by desire and a thin sheen of sweat. It’s cool in the room — the window’s cracked open — and I quickly scamper over to my dress, which is still intact despite Yaron’s best efforts. I pull it on, fastening the corset in the front and then working it around so that the laces hang down in the back. I slip my booties on my feet and close the window, which creaks. I pick a few items off of the tray, but it’s cold now and I feel like warm food. It’s only two floors away…

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