Outcast Island (Exiled Sector)

12. Guðrún

CHAPTER 12

GUDRúN

Mmm, I think, indulging in that fragrant woodsmoke and liquor scent again.

Magnus is with me.

I recognize his magic thrumming through me, as well as his blood. Feeding on him had nourished me in a way that I had never experienced before.

I mostly fed on humans and, when I was of age, the occasional dose of Vampire Alpha blood.

It only managed to keep me alive. The need for Vampire Alpha blood became a requirement at the age of eighteen to survive. And survive was all I could manage when my stomach churned with sour blood I could barely keep down.

But now this is living .

The difference is as large as night and day. The emotions that would soak into me and seemed to control me behave differently now.

My ability seems to change as I allow Magnus’s blood to merge with mine.

Blood-bonded.

Many other creatures of this world aren’t as emotional-based in their gifts as a Vampire Omega can be—especially one like me.

An empath is a rare ability, and for good reason.

We don’t survive for long.

But Magnus had called me strong—not weak.

I’m starting to believe him.

With a proper Alpha on my side, the missing piece slides into place and lends me his control. It’s what I had been going without all this time, forced to deal with everyone’s emotions rampaging me without direction or guidance, leaving no room for my own to thrive.

Now, Magnus is waking me from a deep sleep, delicately biting my neck in a blood-bond that permanently links us together.

It’s what I had asked for, so I had already given consent for that.

My body won’t cooperate with me so I can tell him I am ready. But he seems to know. The ache in my stomach roars to life when he began a purr.

You’re safe, that sound says.

And for the first time in my life, I know that I am. At least, for now.

There is a nagging fear in the back of my Alpha’s mind. He worried about discovery, as well as details involving other vampires.

Maybe my nest?

There is the matter of my father, and it is clear to me that I can’t go into estrus until that threat is dealt with.

I have no doubt that Magnus can kill my father, but I worry about my brothers overwhelming him when he tries.

Stay with me, Magnus’s praising touch seems to say.

He bites harder, making me whimper, but I still can’t open my eyes. His emotions swirl with lust and need. They’re powerful, but they don’t overshadow the devotion and adoration that thrums from him like a heartbeat.

Vampires don’t have beating hearts in the technical sense—but Magnus makes my body thrum for him as if I was the heart he had been missing all along.

He unlatches, making my mouth part as he spreads my legs open. His cock throbs against my thigh, but it’s his fingers he uses on me first.

“Time to wake up, little diamond,” he says.

I’m lucid enough now that I can hear him, but something is still holding me under an ocean of peace.

Why can’t I wake up?

I search my mind for any sort of influence. Maybe another Vampire Alpha did something to me. That could be preventing me from fully bonding to Magnus—because once I do, I’ll be safe.

Magnus swirls his fingers over my clit while he presses a kiss to my lips. He dips his tongue in to graze mine, leaving the taste of my own blood to brush my senses.

It’s not unpleasant. I’m aware that I taste like cherries. It had made my blood a desirable commodity and my father regularly sold it or half-drained me when he wanted to reward his allies.

My blood was addictive, as most Omega’s blood would be to aVampire Alpha.

But mine, especially, seems to have drug-like qualities to those who tasted me. My father had tested it himself, though he thankfully doesn’t enjoy my blood and didn’t want more after the initial few drops. Others enjoy it, though, quite immensely. And that appeal gives my father control over them.

Or at least, it had.

I bet you’re foaming at the mouth now that your supply has likely run out.

It pleases me that Magnus is the only Alpha who will feed on me now. And when he bites his own tongue and gifts me his blood, I know that pleasure will only ever go both ways.

I am his.

And he is mine .

His addictive taste slides down my throat like fine liquor, burning all the way down in the best of ways. It makes me sigh as I relax into the bed.

I’m not in the nest I had made anymore, which dampens my enjoyment, but I am still in a place that belongs to Magnus. He must have bloodmisted us out of his lair and to somewhere safer out of pure necessity. There’s a faint scent of charred flesh that reminds me of burned woodsmoke.

Magnus was hurt? I wonder, but his confident strokes over my sex assure me he is already healed—thanks to my blood.

A surge of pride warms my chest at the knowledge that I am useful to him, but I don’t like that we had to relocate.

I know he wouldn’t move me from my nest unless he didn’t have a choice. It doesn’t surprise me that Outcast Island has proved to be unsafe.

And wherever he has brought me, it holds a deeper meaning to him that feels right. His lair had been a prison—a luxurious one with a dragon stone-powered shower and all the amenities one could ask for—but a prison all the same.

It had a bedroom door with iron bolts and the cold danger of rival vampires lurking around every corner.

A taut sense of danger that I had always sensed in Magnus seems dampened here. His fear of discovery isn’t a fear of our lives—it has to do with something else.

My tongue grazes his in praise for the shift in his emotions. I will reward him when he demonstrates control—as well as releasing anger which he has held onto for far too long.

He returns my praise with the pressure of his touch, spreading me open before he curls his fingers inside of me. I hum against him, but I’m still unable to open my eyes.

“Can you hear me, little diamond?” he asks.

I can barely manage the word “Yes.”

He purrs in approval and the sound makes wetness gush out of me and onto his fingers. He gathers it and stimulates my clit, then he must bring his fingers to his mouth because he hums in approval. “You taste delicious, my Omega. So ready for me. You’re coming out of torpor, which means you need my knot to fully awaken. Are you ready for that?”

Torpor? That explains why I feel so peaceful.

While the fact I went into torpor is fascinating, the promise of his knot interests me more.

Excitement spears through my core. I’ve felt empty for so long and the soreness within me will finally find relief.

“Yes,” I manage to utter.

And then he holds me against him as he braces me. “This is your last chance, Omega. Tell me to stop, if you need to, and I will.”

He waits until I lick my lips and manage another sound of agreement, but it’s more a mewl of my sharp need that makes me dizzy than a word.

It’s agreement enough.

When he enters me, I suck in a breath.

He takes his time sliding into me. My wetness gives him all the lubrication he requires to ease into me with blissful agony.

Because he’s big .

Widening my legs, I try to make room for him as he sheaths himself into me, filling me up until he’s all the way inside. He’s so big that my body already feels stretched and impossibly full .

So big, I marvel.

Or maybe I’m small because I’m an Omega. The combination makes him massive to me in comparison, but my body seems to thrum with excitement as my insides practically seem to rearrange to accommodate him.

He pauses when something sharp twists my insides and he frowns. “Stay still,” he commands me.

I don’t have to obey, but I do when he eases out of me. A whimper mewls from my mouth without the fullness he was offering me. He slides three fingers inside of me and pulls my knees to my chest.

“You’ve been implanted,” he informs me.

Implanted?

His fingers work with gentle care, moving in an intentional way to find the obstruction rather to pleasure me.

I wince when he finds what he’s looking for.

He holds my gaze with his. He should be feeling anger, and while it simmers underneath the surface, right now he’s entirely focused on taking care of me. “I’m going to remove the implant, Omega. Are you ready? It’s going to hurt.”

I bite my lip and shakily nod.

I’ve had various “inspections” from my father’s doctors before I was sent to Bariloche Sector. I remember one that had supposedly taken a sample of my womb, but now I realize that sharp pain very well could have been something being put in instead of taken out .

“I’m ready,” I tell him, since he is clearly waiting for verbal agreement, before I squeeze my eyes shut when he plucks the implant between his fingers and tugs.

To my relief, the pain doesn’t last long as he pulls out a small microchip and shows it to me.

I frown when I recognize the red design, indicative of ?lva Nest technology. “Do you know what this is?” he asks me.

Nodding, I sigh. “It’s a tracker.”

No doubt implanted by my father’s doctor.

Magnus seems to swallow a growl as he crushes the small device in his grip, then brushes the dust onto the floor.

He doesn’t say a word as he grazes his tongue over the sharp point of one of his fangs, then disappears between my legs.

And fucks me with his tongue.

Oh…

I squirm as he swirls his tongue all through my entrance, coating me with his blood. He kisses my clit after he pulls out, then he settles between my thighs again.

My eyes grow big as he takes one claw and runs it up the shaft of his cock, making bright red blood glisten all the way to the tip in an erotic, sinful invitation.

“I’m going to heal what damage removing that did to you,” he informs me. “Are you ready?”

I don’t hesitate to answer, because his wound will close in a few moments and I don’t want him to have to cut himself again.

“I’m ready,” I say.

He slides into me and the heady impact of his blood inside of me makes my vision dance with spots.

The sensation of fullness is amplified by the tingling power of his blood. My body obviously approves, because wetness pools around my thighs, welcoming him to fuck me as deep as he likes.

Pain flickers when the large head of his cock reaches my inner walls where the implant has been placed. I wonder if it had a dual purpose, for my father to know where I was, while also being informed when I had been properly fucked by an Alpha.

Because only a cock as large as one such as Magnus would reach that deeply inside of me.

But I doubt another Alpha would have taken the time or care to pull it out. My body heals as it accepts the gift of Magnus’s blood and willingly stretches to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.

When his knot warms my entrance, he goes still.

I’m not sure how he’s going to manage to push that inside of me. The promise of his knot throbs at my core, making my inner muscles tighten in response. The massive size of him prevents me from clamping down as hard as I’d like to, but it’s a delicious battle of tightness that has my body burning with pleasure.

He begins to purr again, making me feel like I’m floating above an ocean. He grinds his knot against my core instead of pushing it inside. The pressure stimulates my clit, forcing me over a soft orgasm as my mouth parts on a silent gasp. It seems to be part of his preparation of my body as he dips me under the edge of the proverbial ocean of bliss.

And I know that I’m about to crash to the bottom of it where I will drown in the sensation that is all Magnus.

After my orgasm quiets into soft spasms, he eases his knot into me, ever so slowly, taking his time as I endure the impossibility of stretching apart for him.

He’s going to tear me in two, I think as my body accepts the impossibility of his sheer size.

My eyes flutter open as his knot begins to swell, completing the process of bringing me out of torpor as I blink up at the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen.

His eyes are beautifully red from feeding on me. His dark hair hangs over his face and his jawline hardens as he works himself in place. “That’s the expression I was hoping for,” he says with a dazzling grin. I’m pleased he doesn’t attempt to retract his large fangs. “That’s my good Omega. Keep coming on my cock like that.”

I realize that my spasms never ended. His knot stretching me is making me come over and over again with a rising hysteria that’ll destroy me.

It frightens me that I want it to.

Magnus has his hand on my throat in a possessive way, not putting any pressure on me but keeping me in place while he stretches me with his knot. He’s moved from bracing me against him to now trusting me to find my most comfortable position as I write on the bed.

Soon, we’ll be locked together.

My legs quiver as pleasure spikes through my system. Every inch he stretches me is excruciatingly blissful in a way I could never have predicted.

“Magnus,” I whisper as I arch my back and widen my legs again, attempting to accept his knot and show him that I’m his Omega.

My heat thrums through me in full force as he praises me. “You’re taking my knot like such a good girl,” he says as he strokes my throat. “Are you going to take every drop of my cum, too?”

I nod, but my womb is still closed.

Attempting to breed will satisfy a portion of my heat, though, and I eagerly buck my hips against him as I sink my fingers into the bedsheets.

Just a little farther.

That’s when a horrible, familiar presence fills the room and I hear a voice inside my head.

Because Magnus is bonded to me now, he seems to be able to hear it too.

“Guerún,” a familiar male voice roars. The disconnected voice sends cold terror rushing to my core. “Finally rid yourself of the tracker, hmm? Well, that means you found and Alpha and—oh?” He goes silent as a strange, invading sense swarms through my chest. “He already blood-bonded you, I see. No matter. When that Alpha is done with you, I hope you’re ready for the friends I have waiting. It’s a shame that the Alpha who finally unlocked your heat has to die—so I’ll let him finish before he can decide where his allegiances lie.”

My father found me.

He’s watching .

His ability is “haunting” anyone whose blood he has tasted.

And, as I recall, he has tasted my blood at least once. I had just assumed his ability didn’t work on me because he had never haunted me before.

Clearly, he was waiting for the right moment to reveal to me that he can indeed find me whenever he wants to.

His abilities likely only went so far, so the tracker had been a means to monitor me without expending precious resources.

But he would have known when I had left Bariloche Sector and where I had wound up.

Meaning, he had purposefully abandoned me on Outcast Island.

Magnus curses and his emotion at the disturbance rushes into me. “Is that who I think it is?” he asks.

When I whimper, that’s all the answer he needs.

“He dares to interfere, here? Now? In my fucking home nest ,” he growls.

I’m hit with a powerful dose of white-hot rage. The sensation makes me whimper again as his knot throbs inside my entrance, stretching me painfully in a way that isn’t as pleasant as it was before. His Alpha dominance is coming out and right now he’s ready to claim his Omega to prove a point.

And that’s not the right reason to knot an empath Vampire Omega—at least not one that’ll allow me to fall into estrus.

“He’s not actually here,” I try to explain to Magnus. “But he will be soon.”

My father sends his voice echoing in my mind again, this time channeling through me to reach Magnus whose blood I doubt he’s tasted before—but I have. “Take your time with her. I’m in no rush. I’ve been waiting for her heat to unlock at Bariloche Sector, before that process was rudely interrupted. It worked in my favor that she landed in Exile Sector and met a vampire strong enough to force her over the edge. I should have sent her there in the first place. For that, I’ll reward you with this time to knot her as long as you like. Just be sure to bring her home when her heat breaks.” His voice deepens. “And if you don’t, know that the full force of the ?lva Nest will be reclaiming what rightly belongs to us.”

I hate my father’s monologues. He’s so pleased with himself that my stomach winds with nausea. But he chose this exact moment to announce his presence so neither of us could enjoy the moment.

He doesn’t think I want this, I realize, though, based on the smugness of his words.

He still believes it is impossible that there’s a compatible Alpha out there for me. That gives Magnus a small edge, but only if we play our cards right.

“Where is he?” Magnus asks, glancing around the room. His knot makes it impossible to detach us, which I realize makes him vulnerable, but at least for now I can surmise we are safe enough.

But any hope I had of estrus is gone now.

And perhaps my heat, too. The fever along my brow cools as pleasure turns to discomfort. It’s impossible to enjoy myself while I know my father is watching.

Or maybe I should try to tune him out. It would piss him off if I accepted a Vampire Alpha that he didn’t choose.

“Probably still in the ?lva Nest,” I explain as pain twists in my core. Magnus’s knot throbs at my entrance, but his emotions rampage in my chest, making me feel like I can’t take the pressure anymore. “M-Magnus, stop,” I beg him, because something doesn’t feel right.

My father chuckles, but he’s still not actually here. He just wants us to know that he’s still haunting us.

“You beg just like your mother, so pathetic,” he says.

Defeat twists in my stomach.

Magnus reacts to my plea as his entire body goes rigid. “There’s only one way I can stop, little diamond,” he tells me, and I don’t understand why I can feel the fracture of pain in his heart.

He releases his claws and places his hand directly over his chest.

And then he sinks them into his skin.

“Magnus?” I ask, panicked, when I realize he’s going for his own heart. Vampires might not have a heartbeat, but our hearts are a vault. They hold the majority of our blood and we can’t survive without it.

He’s going to rip out his own heart to obey my wish.

I grip onto his wrist and shove all my love into him.

Because no one has ever demonstrated such care for me.

No one has ever been willing to sacrifice everything just so that I could be spared pain.

This isn’t what I want, I try to tell him as I widen my eyes and redirect all my desire into him.

With Magnus’s gift on my side, I can do what he does. I can project my emotions outward.

And where Magnus has rage—I have love.

Against all odds, I’ve protected my nature deep within my soul, waiting for the slim chance that I would eventually find an Alpha worthy of it.

His fingers relax when he stops hurting himself. His fangs extend and he sinks deeper into me, his knot stretching me as it swells with finality.

Securing us together.

All thoughts of my father fade as a climax rolls over me.

Fuck him.

Let him watch and see that he doesn’t get to win.

Not this time.

Magnus bites his tongue again and praises me with a blood-kiss while his knot throbs, holding me in place while my inner muscles stroke him. His cock throbs and pulses inside of me, filling me with warmth as he spills his cum into me.

I pant as I allow the bliss to fill me up from the inside. He makes me drink his blood as he licks my lips, then shoves his tongue inside.

I suck on the offering and he groans as his cock throbs, spurting more of his cum into me.

We are together now.

Forever, I think with delight.

“Enjoy knotting her,” my father’s voice echoes, attempting to ruin the moment as his ability to stay with me fades. Luckily, he can only haunt in small bursts. “Now that she’s finally in heat I have a long line of Alphas who are going to rape the Omegas in this nest before they kill you and take their turn, Ygg vampire. Unless you wish to convert, of course. Then I might even allow you to impregnate her, if you’re strong enough to force an estrus, too.”

My mind spins as I realize that Magnus is part of a bloodline that is a heavy rival to my own. My family has many, but I’m aware of the tensions with the Ygg vampires.

I’ve tried to stay out of the blood feud that has gone on for centuries.

But now, it seems that I’m in the thick of it.

I find it hard to care while Magnus’s knot throbs and he continues to pump cum into me. The process takes minutes, maybe hours. I lose all sense of time while I enjoy the bliss of Magnus’s knot.

Strangely, he’s not worried about his nest. He has faith in a member of his family to keep the Omegas of the Ygg Nest safe.

If only I had family members that I could trust like that.

Now you do, Magnus’s tongue seems to say as he kisses me.

His emotions, however, hide a violent need underneath. One that says once he’s done knotting me, done claiming me, my father is going to die. He says as much aloud, which earns a chuckle from my overconfident father before he’s completely gone.

He thinks one Vampire Alpha isn’t enough to infiltrate the ?lva Nest.

Perhaps he is right.

But Magnus isn’t alone.

Because I’m going to help him.