Page 2 of Dark Revolution

Eyes wide, her mouth opens in fear as her body alerts her to a change in location. Before she has a chance to scream, I lower my lips to hers and share our first kiss. Her body stiffens beneath me, but I never let up. This will be the first kiss in a million - the first day of eternity with my mate.

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Annalise bustles about,her delicious scent lingering in the spaces she no longer occupies. Her perfume is like a physical being, tormenting me at every turn. I should be a better man than I am. Like all Alphas of my station, I should wear the air filtration systems until she goes into heat, but with her, there’s a siren call I cannot resist. This is why mates are chosen for us. We Alphas cannot be trusted with the few omegas we have left, but I don’t give a damn about reason or protocols.

Annalise is mine. I will never give her up. Day after day, I’ve gone into work while Annalise putters about down here, and every night, I come home, hoping today is the day, but it never is. Thankfully, Roderick is away on a diplomatic mission and won’t be back for several more weeks. Plenty of time to mark and breed my omega. Perhaps the council did this on purpose? They know too well how Roderick would take the news.

It’s stupid, really. At some point, he’s going to notice she’s gone. Though truth be told, I’m praying that she already wears my mark by then. Pulling out my datacom, I check over the reports, smiling when there is no mention of a missing omega. It’s been a week now since I’ve taken her to my underground lair, and nothing. The High Council and I both agreed it would be best to keep this a secret for now.

The fact that they know how volatile Roderick is and yet continue to kowtow to him is beyond understanding. At some point, it’s best to just put a rabid dog down. Though he’s not here in person, I know I’m being watched. They think they’re all so smart, but I’m onto them. To put Roderick’s goons off my scent, I still go to the High Sanctum with the other Alphas and pretend to look at the other omegas.

None of the others call to me. I make a great show of looking them over, scenting them when they pretend to look away, but no other scent is alluring. Only hers. Only Annalise. Once I give her my claiming mark, Roderick can’t do anything to me. Even if he wants to kill me, he can’t. Without another mark in place, it would mean the death of the omega. We can’t afford to lose even one, and I’ll be damned if he ever gets close enough to her to even attempt a second mark.

Sitting at the table, I glance over at her slight form, hunched over, brows furrowed. Her fingers pluck at a decorative pillow I brought in for her yesterday only to smooth it back into place after a few moments of worrying at it. It seems her nesting is already starting. Does she even realize what she’s doing?

Our omegas are kept in the dark about many things, the rut included. The High Echelon seems to believe it makes for an even more docile lover, one ready to receive the gift of the seed of their Alpha, but I call it bullshit. It’s just one more way to keep the weaker dynamic down.

I have no problem utilizing it to feed my baser needs; I just want to call it for what it is - exploitation, pure and simple. Kneeling in the haphazard pile of blankets, pillows, and worn clothes, Annalise’s hands rub over the various textures, her nose scrunched up in the most adorable frown. Chuckling, I rise and head over to her, willing to help in whatever way she requires.

She doesn’t even notice my approach. Smirking, I stop right behind her, so close the heat from her body singes me through my uniform, and still, she doesn’t turn. I study the raven curls as they cascade down her back, nearly blocking her slight form.

I can’t wait to tangle my fingers into those tresses as I ride her hard. Just imagining her slick perfuming the air as I drive into her over and over sends tendrils of lust curling through my body. Straightening, I take another deep inhale. It won’t be long now.

She keeps fussing about her nest, her nimble fingers touching every object, lingering on the few personal items I contributed. From what little of her face I can see, her skin takes on a faint blush as she handles my underwear, stained in days’ worth of cum.

So sweet. So innocent. Her fingers keep grazing over the crusted fabric, her arm bending ever so slightly, as if she longs to grab them.

“You can sniff them.” Her body quivers for a moment as she yanks back from the musky garment. “Trust me,” I continue, pulling her into my arms so I can bury my nose in her fragrant hair. “I’m going to be scenting every inch of you once I get the chance.”

“Even -.” She pauses, her crystalline eyes growing larger. “Everywhere?”

“Where exactly are you worried I’ll be sniffing you? You must have thought somewhere specific.” I turn her around so I can look at her reactions.

The faint blush from earlier reignites, turning her face a bright crimson, and I harden even further. Closing my eyes for just a moment, I shoot a silent prayer of thanks to Elex, the warrior god that watches over us Guardians, for letting me snatch such a prize.

Instead of answering, she dips her head lower, motioning between her thighs. Unable to help myself, I lick my lips and sit down, drawing my future mate with me until her lithe legs settle around my hips, drawing her dress up until I can see just a glimpse of her swollen, puffy lips, glistening with slick. I groan as the heat of her core settles over me, teasing my demanding cock.

I want nothing more than to rip every shred of clothing from her body and slide into that maddening heat, but I can’t. She’s far too innocent to defile in such a manner. As difficult as it is, I won’t touch her until she goes into full heat. The first time will hurt, but in the throes of estrus, she won’t feel a thing.

Annalise squirms on my lap, grinding against my painful erection as she tries and fails to get her feet to touch behind my back. Even for an omega, she is small - the tiniest I’ve seen - stirring a raging need to both protect and hurt her in the most sexual of ways.

They say the goddess Ilaria blessed omegas, allowing their body to open to their Alpha companion, and I can’t wait to feel her tight sheath around my cock as I force her body to take every single inch.

“Tell me, Annalise,” I growl, threading my fingers in her hair to pull her head back. Soon, I will know every part of her intimately, so there’s no point in her hiding away from me. It’s best she learns that soon. “Where are you worried I’ll sniff you?”

Spreading her legs a bit, she slides her fingers along the worn fabric until pausing just above her bared mound. “I’ve never been told a name. Just that it is a most shameful place, never to be spoken of or touched. Please don’t shame me by sniffing me there.”

Her plea is so earnest, so heartfelt, that I’m stunned for several moments. A growl reverberates through my chest as anger fills my core. I knew omegas were clueless about the actions between them and Alphas, but I never once thought they would be raised to be so disparaging of what makes them so invaluable.

Annalise quakes in my arms, fingers scrabbling at the fabric in a desperate attempt to cover back up what she thinks I find so reprehensible. Softening my growl, I turn it into a purr, letting the foreign sound stutter through my chest. I’ve only purred for one other female, and that was a dying beta.

In moments, the frantic movements still until Annalise is boneless in my arms. Holding her close, I run my lips over the crown of her head, pushing my purr deep into her body. Tipping her head back, I gaze into her frosty eyes, so reminiscent of stormy clouds and just as troubled. My purr is keeping her pliant, but her brain is still racing ahead. Poor Annalise. Once I claim her, I’m going straight to the king and his High Council to tell them about the mismanagement of these omegas.

If the crown is going to claim them and dole them out as they see fit, then they should take better care of their property. Leaning down, I slide my lips over hers, delighting in the small gasp that escapes as I pulse against her core. Soon, she’ll know just how pleasurable things can be down there. I’m not going to force myself on her, but I need to teach her, show her how I crave her - all of her.

Leaning her back into the haphazard nest, I pull out the underwear that started this whole blasted conversation and lay it next to her head, watching with rapt attention as she breathes my scent deep into her lungs. Her pupils dilate just a touch as I shift over her body and rub against it with my own.

Her eyes close as a pleasured breath escapes her lips as I run my fingertips over her taut nipples. A soft hum peppers the air as I play with them, plucking them until they’re hard peaks under the thin dress. Does she even realize her lower half is grinding over me, humping me as I touch her? No doubt she’d be mortified.