Her toes curled tight, she absorbed everything—the feel of his skin, the rasp of his breath, the heightened scent—and it drew on something carnal and volatile within her that was out of her control.
As his mouth latched onto her stiff nipple, she opened her legs wider, rolling her hips and urging him to take her, to dominate her the way she needed it. Her pleasure built until it was a raging force. She pushed her nipple into his mouth, widened her legs to hump him, needing more.
But the beast was not swayed by her greedy little actions, he did what they both needed. The slams between her legs turned brutal, punishing, and his hips sped up slowly enhancing the carnal energy between them. Soon they were both grunting, panting, gripping each other, desperate for more.
Elora did not recognize herself or her own thoughts. She had slipped into a behavior that was predetermined, a behavior she had no control over. This experience was beautiful and consuming and addictive, and she didn’t want it to end. The brutal, sloppy pounding of her channel thrilled her beyond belief, and she embraced the heightened sensations that spiraled around her body, careening her into a new state of existence and understanding. She was an omega, and this alpha was giving her exactly what she had always craved without her ever knowing it. She submitted to the experience, and the pleasure that bloomed from her acceptance took her euphoria to a higher level.
Their coupling was frenzied and frantic and messy. Elora didn’t know when their position changed but she found herself face down with her ass in the air, the alpha behind her, squeezing her ass cheeks as he pummeled her. She growled into the bed, gripping the sheets into her fists as she battled the violent oncoming storm within her, and suddenly the fiery outburst of pleasure took over her whole body so intensely, she didn’t know who she was.
Elora had no sense of time for how long he took her; all she knew was that he was everything. He surrounded her with his body, intoxicated her with his scent, teased her with his mouth, and devastated her with his cock. It felt like an eternity of savage pleasure and raw primal energy, broken only by the multiple peaks of her climaxes. When he finally orgasmed, he roared, slamming into her erratically, once, twice, and on the third time locking them together, his knot at the base of his cock stretching her so far she thought she would be torn in two as he spilled his seed inside her.
And only then did the beast relax on top of her, covering her with his body and tucking her head into his chest. Elora submitted underneath him, relishing the burn of his knot as exhaustion and sleep claimed her.
4
Soft clanking and clattering woke her. Elora groaned, her head spinning. Her face was plastered against a pillow and blankets surrounded her, propping her into positions to secure her.
The aroma of fresh bread reached her nose and she rolled over onto her back.
“I hope you had a good sleep.” It was Marahl. She was at the desk with another tray and some plates. “Midday is approaching. I thought you might want some food before it gets too late.”
Elora sat up, wincing at the ache in her limbs. Memories came rushing back to her and she frowned realizing that she was back in her room. “How did I get here?”
“You were brought back here,” Marahl said while pouring a hot drink into a mug on the table.
“Oh.” Every muscle in Elora’s body throbbed in a dull discomfort which was also oddly satisfying. She peered at her bandaged arm and looked over her body. There was no blood.
“I changed your bandages,” Marahl said.
Elora checked her hair and clothes. She was wearing a night tunic that she didn’t remember putting on. “Did you dress me?”
“No,” Marahl said. “You must have found that in here.”
“What about the blood?”
“What blood?”
Elora frowned at her. She couldn’t have missed the blood—it had been everywhere.
Marahl shot her a strange look back. “After you eat, I recommend you stay in here.”
“You want me to stay in here all day?” Elora said incredulously.
“I’m not saying you can’t leave,” Marahl said. “I just want to make sure that if I need to find you, you are not wandering around the lair lost.”
“Where is… our lord,” Elora asked tentatively. At the thought of him, her core clenched and a much more significant ache cut through her. She tried not to wince too obviously in front of Marahl, but she was so sore.
“He is out at the moment.”
Elora nodded, somewhat relieved. She was still in shock at her experience with him. She knew alphas and omegas had a much deeper instinctual connection together than the non-dynamics, but never would she have guessed it would be so… primitive. It had to be because he was a dragorai and his particular scent and behavior made her so wild. There was no other explanation. Mama had tried to prepare her by explaining how things worked, and it wasn’t as though she wasn’t aware of sex happening within the faction at times, and she’d witnessed constant sex in Nyro’s lair, but nothing she’d seen and nothing Mama ever said resembled what Elora had experienced yesterday. And she was conflicted about experiencing it again.
“I need to ask you something,” she said, carefully swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “When I was around the lair yesterday, no one would speak to me—some even tried to get as far away from me as possible. Why is that?”
Marahl walked slowly to the door and picked up her basket of potions. “Until our lord has accepted you properly, it will be difficult for anyone else to either.”
“Why?”
“If you are seen as a criminal, or someone who has wronged the alpha of this lair, it’s not just that alpha whom you have offended,” she explained. “It is his staff and his dan askha. It is his clan and the dragorai as a whole. No one wants to anger our lord by befriending you when he hasn’t fully accepted you yet.”
Elora held up her hands in frustration. “You told me that he wanted me healed and you gave me this room. So are you saying that I’m still not accepted?”
“You have no role, no purpose,” Marahl said. “You will be accepted when you do. That is when you will truly be part of the lair.”
“So even if I go about the lair today, the same thing will happen? They will avoid me?” She shook her head in annoyance. “I thought this place would be more welcoming.”
“Maybe you should manage your expectations better,” Marahl said, her voice stern. “You seem to think that you’re entering this lair under the same conditions in which you entered your last lair. You are not. In Nyro’s lair you were welcomed as a member of his staff. In this lair, you have been handed over to us because of an action that you chose to take which is against dragorai rules. You have to come to terms with that.”
“I am,” Elora snapped, harsher than she intended. “But I’m here. I’m paying my debt the way he wants me to. Does that mean I will not be a part of the community until he decides that my debt is over?”
Marahl shook her head. “I cannot decide that.”
“You are the steward,” Elora insisted. “I don’t understand how you do not have some involvement in what other people in the lair believe.”