Outcast Island (Exiled Sector)

8. Magnus

CHAPTER 8

MAGNUS

Sliding my tongue into the warm folds of my Omega’s sweet pussy makes my cock throb and my knot painfully swell.

I want to sink my dick into her until I can push my knot inside, then take her in the way an Alpha is supposed to mate his Omega.

All while delving my fangs into her porcelain neck, locking her to me as I complete the blood-bond she had begun.

But I had sensed the moment her estrus had retreated. After years of attempting to manage my emotions, I recognize when my anger rises like the tide of an ocean.

It is just as powerful and impossible to stop, but Guerún had drawn it into herself on instinct, taking my anger from me the moment it manifested.

Just like my power has a cost, so does hers. I watched as her skin had paled and her eyes had darkened. She had fed on me a substantial amount, but she needed blood to fuel her gift.

And when she didn’t feed, it drew on her own reserves.

You’re stronger than you could ever know, I think at her as I sink my tongue deep into her entrance.

She rewards me with a moan as she willingly spreads her legs like I had commanded.

My commands don’t actually work on her. I know that because she has disobeyed me on a few occasions now.

It had been subtle things, such as not answering my question right away and instead challenging me with one of her own, as well as waking before I had given her permission to do so. I had told her to sleep, and she had, but now I don’t think that’s because I had told her to. She had simply been overwhelmed. And she woke up before I returned from my little discussion with Ja’ar—a vampire I will be seeing again now that I had fed on so many unmarked vampires.

He’ll be coming with friends, this time.

But not every Alpha vampire can teleport. Alpha Fare can “shadow,” whereas I bloodmist where I need to go. It is a rare ability to be able to manifest in an entirely new location.

By the time Ja’ar returns to Alpha Fare and is updated on the situation, builds his chosen pack to retaliate, and waits for sundown, I’ll have at least tonight and a day.

By then you will be mine, I vow. It’s a strange thrill to know that I could command it with Guerún, but it won’t necessarily make it true.

I like challenges. They don’t happen very often.

Retracting my fangs when I want to feed is also a challenge, but I keep them embedded as I close my mouth around my Omega’s pussy and suck. My tongue is still inside her and I can feel her ribbed interior walls squeezing on a wave. I want to feel that on my cock. I want to feel her come so hard that she locks me in place and forces my knot to stretch her for me.

That’s how it’s supposed to work between Alpha and Omegas. My nest understands the true pleasure awarded by a mutual bond. When an Alpha is worthy of his Omega, she will reward him with pure bliss.

Her blood will taste sweeter and her pussy will become heaven.

She pants as I find a rhythm and suck, not giving her a moment of reprieve as I work to draw out her orgasm. She bucks against me but I pin her hips down and force her to endure.

I told her I would test her limits. I watch for any sign of discomfort or hesitation, but her legs tremble as she holds them wide for me, inviting me to torment her as much as I like.

Come for me, sweetling, I think as I draw my tongue up her pussy and swirl it around her swollen clit.

“Magnus,” she pants, and fuck my cock goes painfully rigid hearing her say my name.

“You’re being so good for me,” I tell her between licks. “Come on my tongue, little diamond. I want to taste your cherry slick.”

I enjoy the blush that warms her cheeks. My magic is inside of her, as is my blood, and I can’t wait to pump her full of my essence.

The seed won’t take though unless she has fallen into estrus. I want more than to just fuck her.

I want to breed her.

She will carry my heir and begin a new bloodline built on respect and devotion that starts with us.

But that will come in time when she’s ready.

I will fuck her tonight, but it might take a few days for her estrus to slide into place.

Normally, I would be patient, but I fear an unclaimed omega vampire solidly in her heat will be too delicate to move. Bloodmisting her might have an adverse effect in her current state. And where could I possibly take her?

The only way my nest would accept an ?lva vampire is if she was already mated to me. I am only tolerated as it is, but they would accept any omega who is strong enough to lift my exile.

You can do this, I silently tell her as I suck on her clit and slide two fingers into her channel. She squeezes me in response and bucks her hips. I use my other hand to keep her in place while I swirl my tongue and keep my mouth closed around her.

She pants before the climax comes. I watch every single movement and memorize her beauty as her chest rises, making her breasts swell in my view as her nipples harden.

That is my cue.

I touch the magically enhanced stone again and the water from the shower redirects. I don’t need words to tell it where to go. The stone itself can read my desires, warming the temperature of the water—and even sending it where I want it to go.

I remind myself to give my dragon friend an extra treasure from my nest as a reward, because the sight before me is incredible.

Warm water jets onto her nipples, swirling around them as more water runs down her back entrance.

She screams when her pleasure bursts through her and I hold her in place, drawing out her orgasm as her body pulsates in time with my command.

Not because I had ordered her to come.

But because I had earned it.

The water splashes onto the shower floor when I am satisfied I have squeezed every spasm out of her.

“Such a good girl,” I praise her as I kiss her clit, making her buck. “Are you ready for more?”