Page 55 of A Tale of Two Dukes

With smooth, delicate moves, she crawls to me, looking more like her namesake than I ever thought possible. I hunch down, my hunger for her growing as she bends to lap at the salty offering. Scooping her hair up, I hold the strands aloft as her tongue snakes out.

I should put a stop to this. The floor, though cleaned regularly, is not clean enough for her to lick off of. And yet, as I watch her, arse in the air as she bends down low, I cannot bring myself to pull her away. There’s something entrancing about watching her debase herself for me, so desperate for my cum.

Eventually, however, the need to be inside her overrides everything else. Pulling her up from the floor, I scoop her into my arms. “You must finish your nest for me.” Desperation laces my tone as I grab my shirt and use it to wipe the remaining seed from the floor.

When I hand it to her, it’s as if I’ve given her the most precious gift in the world. Her eyes widen, her lips lifting into the brightest of smiles. She hugs the garment close to her before breathing in deeply.

With a soft moan, she crawls her way back to the nest, as if she’s unable to even stand. I watch in fascination as her thighs move together, rubbing every time she pauses. The need is evident in every rigid line of her body.

Quick and nimble, her fingers fly over the fabrics. Desperation coats the air as she pulls and tugs. Eventually, she takes my shirt, stuffs it into a corner, and smiles. When she turns to me, her grin is blinding.

Her face shines with love, hope, need, and desire. It’s almost too much. I’m humbled by the trust she puts in me as she flutters her fingers over the fabrics.

“Is your nest ready for me then, omega?” Unable to speak, she nods, her irises nearly gone. “Invite me in.” My cock jerks as she looks about, frantic at my demand.

She darts inside the bundle, the sturdy nest she built so beautifully, to look it over one last time. Whimpers claw at her throat as she slides her fingers across before looking at me. That’s just as good as an invitation in my mind.

Crawling inside, I ease her down on her back. I want her completely naked, skin against skin. With a grin, I undo her garters holding up the silk cladding her calves and toss them behind before rolling down her stockings and throwing them as well.

She lies back and spreads her legs, showing me just how desperate she is for my cock. Her pussy glistens in the firelight, drawing me in. God, but she’s so wet for me.

Blackness encroaches my vision as I succumb to the rut. It’s all about taste, touch, and smell. The feel of her skin beneath my fingers, soft and supple, is like heaven.

Her legs wrap around my own as I drive into her, drinking in her relieved moans as they play over my skin. I bury my nose in the crook of her neck, drawing her scent deep into my lungs.

The need to claim her, to mark her, beats at me. I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into that pliant flesh. Not here, however. As much as I want the world to know this omega is mine, to show off a mark they all can see, I can’t risk it. I can’t put her life in danger with a bite so easily viewed by anyone looking close enough.

More than that, I cannot allow Hugh to know. Though she allayed many of my concerns by revealing the truth about her necklace, until I know exactly why she keeps seeing him and lying about it, I cannot give him any hint that she’s more than a mere omega for me to fuck. Her neck, as tempting as it is, is strictly off-limits for now.

And so, I refrain, focusing on the pleasure she provides me, distracting myself as best as possible. As her inner muscles milk my cock, I surge forward, drawing out those cries of pleasure from her lips. It’s an exquisite agony. Every touch is like lightning as it arcs through our bodies.

As my knot begins to swell, her moans turn into frantic, keening wails. Her nails score down my back, drawing a roar of pleasure from my lips. The animalistic desperation as her hips buck up, her body slamming into mine, drives me nearly feral.

Bending down, I slide my tongue across the swell of her breast, just above her heart. This is where I want to mark her. This is where I want to tie her to me for eternity.

Anger and frustration war at me as I stare at the pristine skin. Damn Hugh. Damn the Ton. And damn that I found her in a brothel and not somewhere else. Even if she was lowborn, I could have still courted and married her and not risked being ostracized.

Unfortunately, if the situation was different, there’s a chance I would have never wanted to claim her at all. It was her body that compelled me to make her my mistress in the first place. But I know that’s a damned lie. I wanted her from the moment our eyes locked.

My cock throbs as I ease in and out of her pussy, my knot stretching her open. With one last thrust, I impale her fully, locking her body with mine. She feels divine as her release races through her, forcing her to clench around my knot.

Once more, I come, my seed bathing her insides. I don’t even care if she becomes pregnant from this. All I can think about is her swollen fat with my child. It’s a risk, one that I’m willing to make in this moment.

Granted, if she does in fact become pregnant, I’ll just have to chain her to my bed, never allowing her to leave until I know all threats are passed. At that thought, more cum surges out as my cock jerks inside her.

Grazing her soft skin with my teeth, I tease her body, allowing me a moment to stop the buzzing in my head. I want to bite her, to feel that coppery splash of blood coat my tongue. Again, I litter my mind with curses as I pull back.

She whimpers, cradling my head. It would be so easy. She wants my bite, craves it. I want so desperately to please her, to satisfy both of us. Turning my head to the side, I force my breathing to slow, concentrating on the feel of her skin, the rise and fall of her chest.

Instead of marking her, I hold her close, taking in her intoxicating scent—spice, rose, and arousal. Her distress beats at me, demanding I assuage it somehow. But at this moment, I can’t. And so, I purr for her, lulling her into sleep.

We stay locked for eternity as my mind wanders, not sure of what to do. The best place to mark her would be somewhere no one else would see. Her inner thigh would do nicely.

It’s not what I originally wanted, but it’s better than nothing. And so I bide my time, willing my knot to deflate. While she snores beneath me, I pull out of her, smirking as the result of our fucking splashes onto the fabrics.

Keeping her from getting pregnant will also keep me from being able to mark her nest with my cum. It’s a conundrum. Scooping up our combined essence, I smear it around us, filling the space with our scent.

Though no one would dare intrude, the need to coat her with my seed, to claim her in this debased way, tugs at me. Taking a bit more, I smear it over her chest, smirking as the pearlescent fluid fairly glows in the firelight. No one will ever be able to deny she’s mine.