Outcast Island (Exiled Sector)

9. Guðrún

CHAPTER 9

GUDRúN

More? I think numbly as I struggle to put more than two thoughts together.

My thighs tremble as Magnus backs away. He has a smug grin on his face that matches the pride I feel swelling in his chest.

He enjoyed overwhelming my body until I exploded.

“I-I don’t think I can handle more,” I admit as I shakily close my legs. Attempting to stand right now is entirely out of the question, so I blink at him in shock as I try to process the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me.

What shocks me even more is the fact that my body does want more. Whatever he just did is convincing my Omega nature that Magnus might be a worthy Alpha.

A few more orgasms like that and I will probably be the first empath to ever fall into estrus.

I dismiss the hopeful thought the moment it crosses my mind. Magnus doesn’t seem to be in a rush to knot me, so maybe he’s just toying with me.

Testing my limits, I remind myself.

He wants to see what I’m capable of.

Shouldn’t that go both ways?

“I want to taste you now,” I tell him.

His grin widens as he gives his cock a thoughtful stroke. “I don’t think this will fit in that cute little mouth, Omega.”

“Is that a challenge?” I ask, a little bit of fire returning to my chest.

He chuckles as he steps out of the shower and grabs an oversized towel. He brings it to me, and then starts drying me off.

It’s a sweet gesture, especially given the fact he could just command me to dry myself, couldn’t he?

Instead, he seems to enjoy petting every inch of my body, slowly drying me with the softest towel I’ve ever experienced.

“Stop distracting me,” I chide him as I try not to melt into the tender care that is a role he so easily falls into.

“We’re moving to the bed,” he informs me. “So unless you want wet sheets when I fuck you, I propose I dry you off.”

I pinch my cheeks at his blatant honesty.

“Aren’t the sheets a mess?”

He shrugs. “I’ll replace them.”

Technically, he could just order someone here to be his maid. Must be nice.

This Alpha doesn’t even have to do laundry if he doesn’t want to—and yet, I wait as he dutifully dries each of my fingers, knowing that he intends to do everything himself.

He enjoys taking care of me.

But I want to show him that I’m not like other Omegas. He needs to understand that if he chooses to bond me, there most likely won’t be a child in our future.

It’s not that I don’t want one. I had dreamed of the kind of bloodline I would cultivate in a new nest. In my fantasy, I was no longer an ?lva Omega.

I would become someone new.

But with a father like mine, there was no way that would ever happen.

It was a fantasy, at least until now.

What isn’t a fantasy, though, is the fact that my magic will prevent an estrus. I can already feel my guards falling back into place as Magnus’s emotions sway.

He’s enjoying himself, so his anger is quiet, but he is still thinking about the things I told him. He still wants to kill my father.

He has every right to feel that way. I even give him my blessing to go on a bloodrage when it comes to my nest as long as my mother is safe—but it’s that sort of dark emotion that has my estrus hiding.

Because such power is dangerous. I have seen what Magnus is capable of with my own two eyes.

When Magnus is finally satisfied that I’m dry, he collects me in the puffy towel and carries me back to the bedroom.

As promised, he collects fresh sheets from the closet and offers me a set of choices. “Which do you prefer?” he asks.

I blink at him, finding the question odd, then I glance down and am immediately drawn to the darker shades of blue. “That one,” I say.

He politely puts the others away, then holds my choice of sheets out again. “Would it bother you if I made the bed?”

Another odd question, but I shake my head. “I don’t mind.”

I watch as he discards the dirtied sheets and stretches on the new ones. He takes his time, making sure all the corners are crips, but when he’s done, I stare at the bed, unable to put my finger on what isn’t right.

“What do you need, Omega?” he asks.

He keeps his tone soft, which I appreciate in my sensitive state. I feel as if my entire body is a match ready to be lit. One wrong move and I’ll set on fire.

Glancing at his walk-in closet, I let my instincts guide me.

Magnus is a tidy sort of Alpha, but I find a section of shirts that he’s worn enough times that they still smell like him.

Plucking each one off the hanger, I gather them up until my arms are stuffed with shirts. I take them to the bed and toss them onto it.

“Still not right,” I murmur as my brow furrows.

I climb onto the bed and start arranging the shirts. Magnus doesn’t question me and quietly waits while I work.

I’m not sure how long it takes me, but I’ve arranged the garments in a soft semi-circle that feels more suitable.

“Still something missing,” I say more to myself than to Magnus, then deepen my frown as I notice him smiling at me. “What?”

“You’re nesting,” he says, sounding pleased. “That’s a good sign. Only Omega Vampires close to estrus prepare a nest for fucking.”

I bite the inside of my cheek as I realize he’s right.

But, just because I’m close to estrus doesn’t mean it’ll happen. After everything I have been through—all the Vampire Alpha blood shoved down my throat, followed by numerous Vampire Alphas growling at me at the crash site, my proximity to estrus has been more or less forced.

Magnus is trying to help me the rest of the way, but I know it can’t happen.

“There’s something I have to tell you,” I make myself say.

It’s wrong to lead him on. As much as I need his knot, as much as it’ll hurt when he leaves, I can’t survive the disappointment of his rejection if I lure him into a blood-bond we can’t undo.

It’s wrong. Just like it’s wrong for Vampire Alphas to trick an Omega’s body into estrus, it’s also wrong for me to ensnare Magnus just because he’s the first Alpha who has taken care of me.

A blood-bond now would be enslaving him because I’m being selfish.

Because he meets my needs and I would be giving no care to his own.

I refuse to live up to my ?lva name.

I might be an ?lva heir, but it doesn’t mean I have to behave like my nest.

“What is it?” he asks as he strokes his cock. I realize now that he’s much bigger than I thought. His hands are large, too, so the proportion had thrown me off.

But I’m sitting on the edge of the bed and he’s standing right in front of me, teasing me with the precum dripping from the head of his cock that might actually not fit in my mouth.

I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to look up at him. “I can’t give you a child, Magnus. An empath can’t go into estrus.”

He paints my lips with his cock, stunning me with the delicious taste of him.

If his blood was like expensive liquor, his cum is like smoked marble whisky dipped in sugar. My tongue flicks out to lap up every stray drop, not wasting any of it.

My instincts scream at me to take all of him inside of me. His blood. His cum. He belongs to me and I am a vessel born to hold all of his wrath and his pleasure.

But I’m an empty vessel. I will never swell with child.

“We will see about that,” he says confidently as he teases his cock into my mouth. “Do you still want to taste me, little Omega? I don’t think you realized how large an Alpha is.”

Glaring up at him defiantly, I open my jaw and stretch my lips around the head of his cock. It takes some effort, but I manage to swallow him.

He grunts when I take both hands and stroke his cock, working to taste more of his delicious cum. I take his cock as deeply as I can until he closes off my airway, and even then, I press in further.

I’m a vampire. I don’t technically need to breathe.

My lungs burn as I inch his massive cock down my throat, extending my tongue so that I can fit more of him inside of me. My eyes water as I grip his cock, determined to show him that I’m different.

I’m not what he wants me to be.

“Guerún,” he says, saying my name just like a Greenland vampire would, coaxing me with a soft tug of my hair. “You’re hurting yourself.”

His sadness washes over me, proving my point that I can never reach estrus.

If my Alpha is sad, that means he’s worried.

And if he’s worried, that means he’s not strong enough to protect me.

I know that isn’t true when it comes to Magnus, but emotions are black and white to my blood type. Any possibility of an estrus takes another few steps back, solidifying the fact in my chest with painful clarity.

I can’t give him what he needs.

He slides his cock out of my mouth and I sputter, drawing in ragged breaths that my lungs demand. Even if I don’t need to breathe, it’s very uncomfortable not to.

“Come here,” he says as he mindfully picks his way through my nest. He doesn’t disturb a single garment that I placed as he reclines on one of the pillows I had also carefully arranged.

My cheeks burn as I wonder if he didn’t get the message. “I’m not what you need, Magnus. You can’t fuck me.” Because fucking would lead to knotting. And knotting would lead to biting.

And then he would fall into a rut and I would be on a painful edge of an estrus that would never come. He would drink my blood and complete a bond, tying us together while I tried to reach a peak of satisfaction that I could never find.

My Omega instincts want to breed, but I’ll never be able to.

And that knowledge sticks in my chest as the most painful dagger of all.

“I’m not fucking you tonight,” he says, making my eyebrows shoot up.

“What?”

He waves me onward. “Come here, Guerún. I’m not used to asking twice. We’re going to sleep, instead.”

“Sleep?” I dumbly repeat. “You’re serious?”

He sighs and curls his hands behind his head. His erection is long enough to touch his belly button as he shifts onto his back. “Very.”

I stare at him for a long time before I finally decide I have no choice but to join the Vampire Alpha in his bed.

Because that is where I had built my nest. Every instinct inside of me says it’s right to rest here.

To lay with my Alpha, whether we are fucking or not.

Nestling into his side, I rest my head on one of his biceps. He lowers his arm and tucks me against his chest before he kisses the top of my head.

“Good day, my diamond.”

There aren’t any windows in Magnus’s bedroom, but I can feel the heat of the sun just like any vampire would be able to. Sunrise is on its way, and that’s when vampires prefer to rest.

I marvel as I stare up at his perfect face. It’s not long before his chest slows to a rhythm of rising and falling, making it evident that he’s fallen asleep.

An Alpha doesn’t sleep with anyone he doesn’t fully trust. It makes a vampire vulnerable, and some choose not to sleep at all.

You want me to see that you believe in us, I surmise.

Unsure about Magnus’s insistence in our bond, I nestle closer to him and force my eyes to close.

Sleep will quiet my stirred emotions. After the powerful orgasm Magnus had given me, I still hum with pleasure, even though my body wants more.

Perhaps if Magnus was really okay with my limitations, I could allow him to knot me.

But I can sense his assurance even now while he sleeps. The emotion betraying the fact he didn’t believe me when I said I couldn’t go into estrus.

Cocky Alpha, I think as a smirk lifts my lips.

He might not be right, but what kind of Omega would I be if I didn’t allow him to try?