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  The Omega bristled, her form stiffening. “So you can knot me while I’m conscious this time? Yes, how fortunate for me.”

  He observed her for a moment. She was no longer the peaceful sleeping Omega he had held in his arms just the previous night. No, this was the historian. The fake, Talent-crafter historian that had no problem deceiving him and exhibiting disrespectful behavior. His cock came alive and a pleasurable heat rushed through him that he didn’t recognize.

  He turned and placed the tubs of healing cream on the table by the door. “Your willful attitude was entertaining when I thought you were a Beta,” he said casually, turning back to her. “When I thought I had to wait to fuck you.” His annoyance and anger bubbled under the surface as he lowered his voice. “I’m not interested in being entertained by that now.”

  Her mouth twisted. “I was not aiming to entertain you.”

  His anger burst through him before he could control it. “You were aiming to deceive me!” he bellowed. “You are aware that I do not tolerate traitors?”

  Cailyn seemed to square her shoulders. “I never swore loyalty to you.”

  Drocco could bear it no longer. This Omega dared to think she had a right to speak to him in such a manner. He charged toward her, his anger propelling him forward. Although he was impressed that she didn’t shrink back from him, his mouth tightened at the sight of the bed sheet wrapped around her. He ripped it from her body and grabbed her curly hair, pulling her head back so she looked up at him. He lowered his face close to hers. “You lied constantly about who and what you are,” he reminded her.

  “And you raped me,” she said, breathing evenly as she looked up at him. “So I guess we are even.”

  Drocco’s eyes narrowed. “Rape?” She must be delusional. “You think you can plead to be fucked,” he said, “offer me your pussy and your mouth for days, slam that tight hole up onto my knot and then cry rape?”

  She twitched her hips and her enticing scent filled his nostrils, causing his cock to press against his pants urgently. She smelled so good it was maddening.

  “That was hormones,” she said, through gritted teeth. “Instincts and hormones. I wasn’t sane or in my right mind.”

  Drocco made a noise of displeasure at the back of his throat as her thick scent surrounded him. “Are you sane now?” His voice lowered. “Because I can smell the release of your slick and I haven't even touched you yet.”

  “Hormones,” she breathed.

  She glared at him with such defiance, he could barely believe she was truly an Omega. Then he noticed her aroused state; the heady scent of her slick, the hardness of her nipples, the dilation of her pupils—she was in need. As he came aware of her, every part of him seemed to respond, and the desire that had its hold on him since their last mating could no longer be tolerated. Her body called to his.

  He gripped her hair tighter and threw her onto the bed. “Be still,” he demanded, as she began to back away from him. “Open your legs.” He began to undress.

  Cailyn’s legs widened for him, but then slammed shut, her jaw tight as she glared at him.

  Drocco slowed, taking her in as a realization hit him. “You fight your instincts.”

  She didn’t reply, but she didn’t need to. Her body responded to him yet she seemed to reject that—calling their first incredible mating rape, and now refusing to follow his direct instruction. Maybe she didn’t want to be an Omega. Maybe she didn’t value being an Omega. He shook his head. If that was true, her conditioning by her captors was worse than he thought. She had much to learn.

  He watched her as he undressed. Her brown eyes softened as they ran over his torso and her whole body seemed to melt when she saw his cock. Her legs slowly opened as she took a deep breath, blinking slowly, a look of hunger spreading on her face. She presented her fragrant pussy to him, as she should, already glistening and ready for him. Perfect.

  “Are you saying no, kitten?” he growled, as he stroked himself.

  His voice seemed to break her rapture. Shock jumped into her eyes as he approached her.

  “Never cover yourself in this room,” he ordered. “I want to see your body at all times.”

  He grabbed her hips and dragged her closer to him to the edge of the bed.

  “I’m sore,” she said, almost sulkily. However she didn’t close her legs or try to move from his touch.

  “I know,” he replied.

  Once her hips were at the edge, Drocco ran a hand over her body. Clearly, her innate instincts were loyal to her Omega dynamic, and her body responded to him immediately. Goosebumps rose under his touch, her nipples became stiff peaks, and a breathy sound escaped her. He tapped his almost painfully hard cock on her clit and she gasped, sending a thrill through him. As she relaxed into the pleasure, he took advantage of her distraction.

  "What is your name?"

  "Cailyn," she said, sighing.

  "Cailyn what?"

  When she didn’t answer, he pressed his tip against her opening. She flinched and snapped to attention.

  “What is your family name?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” she said.

  He pushed the tip in roughly, knowing she was sore. She cried out, even though her legs remained wide open.

  “I don’t know it,” she shrieked. “I don’t know it.”

  He stilled his hips. “Are you a spy for King Malloron?”

  “No,” she breathed.

  “Why are you here?”

  “To look at your research.”

  “Why?”

  She clamped her mouth shut and pressed her lips together. Breathing hard she looked away from him, seeming to collect herself. He watched her carefully to see what she would do. Either way she would pay for her deception, but she could choose an easier route and give up everything straight away or she could choose the hard way of resisting as much as possible.

  When she returned her gaze to him, it was bitter, her jaw set in a determined jut. So it was the hard way then.

  He slammed into her pussy, a coarse grunt escaping him as her tight heat enveloped him. She cried out and tensed, but that only served to increase the velvety squeeze on his cock. Fuck, her pussy was even better than before. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to distract her so she could focus only on the pleasure as he pounded into her, her body jerking with the force of his slams.

  Raw pleasure engulfed him as he reveled in the feel of her clenching around him and he could barely think as he watched her breasts jiggle in front of him. He leaned forward and captured a nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue and sucking hard as her slick gathered even more to ease his deep thrusts into her. She let out a ragged moan, grabbed onto his forearm and began to fuck him back. Drocco growled with satisfaction and sucked her nipple harder as he increased his rhythm, the wet sounds of her arousal in his ears. He licked up her neck unable to get enough of her on his tongue. She tensed and then shuddered wildly, crying out as she succumbed to her orgasm, and Drocco released a rumble in the back of his throat as her pussy rewarded him, clamping along his length. “I haven’t yet heard you say no, kitten,” he sneered, in her ear before biting her earlobe.

  She shuddered and whimpered as his own orgasm approached, and when it hit him, it was so powerful and overwhelming, it was a wonder he could even remain standing

  As he got control of himself, Drocco released her hair, and then glared down her until she met his eyes. “Who sent you?”

  She pressed her lips together, that defiant gaze on him yet again.

  “Tell me who sent you.”

  She looked away from him, toward the covered window.

  Drocco placed his hands on her hips and pulled away from her, his knot pulling against her pussy muscles. A twinge of pain embraced his knot.

  Cailyn snapped her head to look at him, her eyes wide in horror. “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “Tell me who sent you,” he said, pausing his movement. “Why are you interested in my research? Where are t
he other Omegas?”

  Cailyn’s lip trembled, but she said nothing.

  He moved again, pulling his hips back. “Last chance, kitten. Pick a question and answer it.”

  When she didn’t answer, he let out an exhale. So she was willing to defy him outright. No lies, no deception, not even any pleading. Pride bloomed in the part of him that recognized her willingness to suffer for what she believed in, but it was foolish for her to think that he would allow that. Bracing himself, he began to pull his knot out of her.

  A sharp pain ripped through his whole groin area, which he expected, but nothing could prepare him for Cailyn’s scream. It tore through him, sending every nerve on high alert. That scream was the most unpleasant sound he had ever heard; worse than cries of dying warriors, worse than the dull thud of pounding fists or wet slicing of a dagger in flesh, worse than the cry of an orphaned baby looking for its mother’s embrace. His Omega was hurting.

  “Tell me what I want to know,” Drocco said, harshly. All she had to do was give him the information he needed, and he could stop.

  But she didn’t. She screamed uncontrollably, squeezing her eyes and fists tight as he slowly forced his knot out of her. She then dropped onto the bed sobbing.

  He glared down at her as she curled into a ball, an utter, raw, fury burning through him. After such a beautiful mating, she caused such agonizing suffering for both of them because she chose not to answer his questions. Why did she have to be so fucking difficult? He slowly, and carefully, walked back to the table by the door gingerly holding his knot. Pain throbbed through him with every step but he grabbed the thistle cream and headed straight back to Cailyn.

  He dabbed it liberally around her swollen and bleeding crotch, carefully covering every inch of skin between her legs. The cream began to work immediately, bubbling against her skin to heal and repair her, and his roiling emotions calmed a little.

  He straightened and watched her for a moment, her every sob making him uneasy.

  “Don’t touch it,” he said to her, before heading out of the room.

  After ensuring the door was locked, he stiffly made his way to an unused guest room down the corridor. His guards frowned at him, but he waved away their concern. They had seen him naked before, usually returning from the guest room to his bedroom after fucking a woman all night, but never walking so pained.

  He let himself in the guest room and lowered himself onto the bed. He began to apply the cream to his swollen knot, sucking in a breath as the cool cream began to sooth the pain.

  His mind returned to Cailyn. He had no idea her pain and tears would effect him in such a way. He had tortured many—some to the brink of death, some with flesh eating acid, some with brutal violence against their loved ones, some who’s lives limped on with missing body parts until he was ready to release them from their suffering. Never before had he felt such distress at hearing a scream than hearing it coming from an Omega. His Omega.

  He took a breath and exhaled in realization. Indeed she was his Omega. Alphas were supposed to protect their Omegas and prevent them from suffering harm. He was not supposed to be allowing her to suffer in such a way, so of course he would be instinctively uncomfortable with it. But how was he supposed to inflict her punishment if he couldn’t bear to hear her scream?

  He leaned back on his hands, surrounded by silence as the cream did its work. As an Emperor, he could not allow her deception to remain unpunished. It was the Lox way to repay such acts against them and Cailyn could not be spared. Furthermore, she seemed to be purposefully antagonizing him. She showed no remorse, no regret, no recognition of him as an Alpha let alone as Emperor, and she seemed content to constantly fight against him and her own instincts. The only prisoners he had seen show such defiance were formidable warriors who had been foolish enough to bet against the Lox, and even then it was rare for them to show it directly to his face. Her behavior was unacceptable and not befitting for an Emperor’s Omega.

  And yet, a large part of him couldn’t help but admire that fearlessness about her. She was not weak. She did not beg or plead. She held her convictions with strength, and that suggested the depth of her character. It was something he always looked for when selecting Lox warriors. If he was able to gain her loyalty, what a couple they would be…

  Drocco shook the thought from his head. He had to get through her questioning first. Who knew how long her resolve would last anyway, she may be ready to give up every bit of information when he walked back in there. It would be interesting to see how long she could remain resistant to the torture.

  He clenched his jaw at the possibility of torturing her for numerous days. As a young warrior he had had to steel himself against some of the unpleasant things he was forced to do. He had to consider this to be no different. He had expected to be in physical pain, but the distress her screams caused… he would have to find a way to endure it.

  He stood, his groin feeling much less painful already as his knot began to shrink. Once she gives up her secrets and submits to him as his Omega, he could start strengthening their Alpha/Omega connection. Until then, the entire experience would be unpleasant for them both.

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