Outcast Island (Exiled Sector)

7. Guðrún

CHAPTER 7

GUDRúN

I need to know how far I can go.

With an Alpha like Magnus, there are no limits.

No boundaries.

No restraints.

My body melts against him as I accept the pleasure he offers. He rolls his thumb over my clit while he softly pumps me.

This isn’t a real test of my limits, but rather an exploration of my body and an introduction to what kind of Alpha he intends to be.

Against all odds, Magnus is the worshiping kind.

He praises me as he fills me with a third finger, and I clench around him. “There’s a good girl,” he says as a purr rumbles to life in his chest. I’m completely vulnerable, but I don’t feel panicked this time now that I know what is happening.

I’m securely in my heat, and with every step closer I take into the bond I’m forming with Magnus, I’m approaching my estrus.

I’ve only heard horror stories of what estrus might be like when it comes to being an ?lva vampire.

There are no soft introductions, only forced unions from cruel Alphas who pick their Omegas based on desired traits rather than compatibility. They growl until their womb opens, and then they shove their knot and their seed inside, forcing it to plant into the Omega and create a child whether she wants one or not.

I had no desire to create a new life that way. Nor did I wish to be introduced to my estrus for the first time by an Alpha’s will that forced me to submit.

My ability as an empath never let me believe I was safe. I could read the emotions they thought they hid so well behind their purrs and their growls.

The Alphas my father had chosen for me were indeed stoic, but no one could hide their true soul from me. They held their emotions behind a wall inside their chest, but all of them were ugly inside. Their emotions eventually bled out, and it felt like spears jolting through me if any of them were around. They thought they hid their emotions well, but I could feel the jagged edges of them and how little they cared about anyone else.

Selfishness and greed were emotions, too, and those felt like choking ropes wrapping around my neck. I could hardly breathe, and the mere thought of attempting to mate with one of them sent me into panic attacks.

Thus, my father had given up trying to find me a mate the natural way and sent me to Bariloche Sector for a crash course.

And if it awarded him a few extra Omegas on the side, he wasn’t going to complain.

Magnus responds to my whimper of resurfacing memories and pushes his fingers inside far enough to graze the strong ribbed muscles of my walls. They’re in a formation that will take his knot and squeeze his shaft in return because I’m an Omega built for an Alpha’s biology and size. The muscles can be activated by force—or, apparently, by pleasure.

My body responds to his touch and clenches again, this time in a rolling pattern that I know will feel amazing on his cock, once he’s inside of me.

And his knot will nestle perfectly at my entrance, stretching me in blissful agony.

I never thought I would want a knot, but Magnus has control where other Alphas I had met do not. I know he will find my limits, and then he’ll respect them.

Or, if I ask, shatter them.

“Do you want more?” His timely question comes as my walls tremble with the desire to climax. Something is holding me back, but maybe it’s just not yet enough.

“Yes,” I whisper.

He offers me his wrist again. “You’re starving, especially after you expelled what little blood you must have had. Take what you need from me.”

I stare at the throbbing veins, and my mouth practically waters. A vampire doesn’t have a heartbeat, but our innate power over death reactivates that which shouldn’t be alive. Perhaps it’s magic, as some people say, or maybe it’s just advanced biology not yet understood. Regardless, an unseen force pushes the changed blood through our bodies. That force also warms it, and Magnus’s blood especially runs hot.

Whatever powers a vampire is unique, special, and rarely shared.

An ache rolls through my jaw as my fangs extend, already responding to the offering.

A glimmer of fear sparks inside my chest because my memory of digesting Vampire Alpha blood isn’t a pleasant one.

And I know how powerful Magnus is. What if it burns?

Only one way to find out.

Closing my eyes and working up the nerve, I gently place my fangs on the vein.

Then I bite.

It indeed burns, but the sensation is more like smooth alcohol when it’s on the way down, settling with a pleasant warmth that gathers in my stomach. Hunger had been riding me hard, and part of the sharp pains had been more from the fact that I was starving for a compatible Alpha’s blood than my approaching estrus.

Groaning, I grab on to his arm with both of my hands as I ride his fingers, seeking pleasure while I feed.

His blood is delicious and very much comparable to the expensive liquor that he smells like. Power and pleasure push me past the barrier that had kept me from climaxing again, and I clench hard around his fingers as he pumps me.

Blood rolls down my chin as I lose myself to ecstasy. The orgasm rolls over me as I seek completion, riding his fingers as if they were his cock while I take a strong pull of blood from his wrist.

He doesn’t move, aside from the attention he dotes between my thighs. He lets me feed as much as I want until the panicked need to swallow as much blood as I can subsides.

I unlatch from a bite I realize was far deeper than I had intended. His wrist has two large holes now, and I kiss them with an apology.

“Feel better?” he asks me as he lowers his arm so that he can wrap it around me and pull me closer to his chest.

“Mmm,” I agree, but I’m still worried about how much I just had. I feel lazy and drugged.

And I already want more.

Alpha blood can be addictive, I recall. I was force-fed Vampire Alpha blood on multiple occasions, and I hated myself for drinking it every time. It instilled a craving in me that had me going mad.

Which was precisely what my father had counted on.

I had survived on human blood all my life, but it was Vampire Alpha blood that most Omegas preferred. But with Vampire Alpha blood came an inevitable heat.

And I had no interest in finding myself desperate for a knot that would be forced on me. I had always denied any offerings.

So my father put me in a situation where I couldn’t say no.

“Do you remember anything else?” Magnus gently asks.

I want to tell him more, but my past isn’t a pleasant one. This moment is the most blissful, peaceful time I’ve ever had in my life.

And that’s saying something.

“I don’t want to ruin this,” I say, trying to explain that I just want to live in the moment.

I want to indulge in this new sensation that Magnus offers and go back to forgetting everything.

He presses a kiss to my exposed throat. His fangs graze my throbbing vein, making me shiver.

My blood will be addictive to him, too. But I know if he tastes me, he’ll lose what control he’s demonstrating right now.

He’ll knot me—which sounds amazing right now, so I stretch my neck a little further in invitation.

He had said the next step of our bond would be a blood-bond. That level is permanent.

I had already tasted his blood while he pleasured me. If he bit me while he knotted me, our union could never become undone.

Nothing has ever appealed to me more.

He teases me instead by licking my exposed throat. “Then can you at least remember your name? I would hate to fuck you before I even know that much about you.”

I chuckle as I realize I’ve yet to properly introduce myself.

“Guerún,” I tell him with a dialect that is native to our land. It would be an odd name for someone not familiar with the area.

“Guerún,” he repeats, and I can feel him smiling against my throat as he withdraws his fingers from my pussy and caresses my legs again. “That’s a beautiful name, just like you.”

A blush warms my cheeks—one that makes me feel feverish again after digesting so much of Magnus’s heady blood.

“My mother picked it,” I say as I try to come up with one of the few pleasant memories I have.

“Tell me about her,” he says as he tugs me to his side. He retrieves more oils and a small towel. He soaks it before he starts washing me, starting with my neck, chest, and breasts.

Every time he grazes one of my nipples, my toes curl.

I wait until he moves to wash my fingertips before I respond. “She’s the perfect Omega. Submissive. Calm.”

“Is she as beautiful as you are?” he asks.

I smile. Her beauty would be more obvious if she didn’t hide behind her bright blonde hair. My father is the one who has darker locks, so I became a mixture of them.

My mother’s golden tones seem to annoy my father, just like the sun would.

“She’s beautiful, yes.”

“How did she pick your name?” he asks.

I recall when she proudly told me how she had chosen the name. “She said she named me Guerún because it means gods’ rune.” I chuckle as Magnus kisses my fingertips. “Like a secret, I guess? I think she knew I was an empath before I was even born.”

She considered me something special. She had survived pregnancy because I had given her a gut feeling of warning before enemies arrived. That time had been one of heavy attacks from rival nests.

When I was born, though, my mother didn’t have any other stories of how great my power was other than she could never hide the truth from me. It was my father and my brothers who beat out any idea that I was anything other than difficult .

And my mother couldn’t spin it any other way to at least spare me until I was older. I always knew exactly how they felt about me.

“Is she still with your father?” Magnus asks. He keeps his touch reverent and his tone quiet, but a pluck inside my chest warns me that anger is stirring in him again.

As safe as I know I am with Magnus, my curse as an empath internalizes his rage. What steps I had taken toward a true estrus are undone as my stomach painfully tightens. I frown as I adjust to the sensation.

Then I remember another reason my father had sent me to Bariloche Sector. It was because no Vampire Alpha could even force me into heat, much less estrus. Many had tried, but it had always ended the same.

My powers detected their true nature and it closed my womb, refusing to allow me to procreate in a situation where I wasn’t safe. Other Omegas might be built in a way that Alphas could capitalize on their instincts. Their mind might know they’re being forced into estrus, but their body can be fooled.

Mine doesn’t work that way.

So my father sent me to Bariloche Sector to “fix me.” I was doused with Alpha blood and primed to accept my fate.

Had I remained, it might have worked.

And my mother had hidden behind her hair, refusing to look at me when I had been taken away. She hadn’t said a word or done anything other than be a good Omega and obey her Alpha.

But I had felt her heart break when I had cried for her when they dragged me away.

“Yes, my mother is still with him,” I say honestly while Magnus massages each of my fingers with surprisingly gentle care.

Tears burn at the edges of my eyes. I let them roll down my cheeks for the first time in this kind of situation. I don’t have to hide who I am with Magnus, or what I’m feeling. When I match his gaze, I see what he wants to do.

He wants to kill my father again.

“Please,” I whisper. “Don’t leave me.”

No matter what pain I feel now, the pain of his absence while I’m slowly suffocating in a cycle of heat with no estrus on the other side is too much.

He smiles, dismissing any fears I might have had that he would do that thing where he disappeared in a cloud of bloody mist again. “I’m not going anywhere, Guerún.” He turns my hand and presses a delicate kiss on the inside of my wrist, eliciting a shiver from me. “Let’s move to the shower.”

I raise an eyebrow, but allow him to tug me from the bath and guide me over the side.

He touches a stone that seems to bring the shower to life. Hot water steams the room as he grins at me. “I have a dragon friend I trade with sometimes.

Dragon? I wonder. I had never heard of one, but if they hid as well as vampires did, they were likely deadly and smart.

It shouldn’t surprise me that Magnus would have lethal friends in high places.

I expect him to settle me under the stream, but he sets me on a warmed bench instead.

Then he kneels, making me suck in a breath when he parts my knees.

“What are you doing?” I ask as my sex throbs by the way he’s looking at me.

Like he wants to devour me.

His fangs retract before he licks his lips. “Your estrus will only come if you feel safe and taken care of.” He grins, giving me a glimpse of his canines that still have a slight point to them. “And taking care of you is exactly what I’m going to do. Now be a good little Omega and spread those legs a little wider so I can fuck you with my tongue.”