Capítulo 103: End of Chapter 32
He whimpered at her answering smile, at the sudden inability to vocalise, blood rushing through his veins. Her acknowledgement had his heart ricocheting, his body burning, trembling, quivering. She swept a lock from her eyes, and his dick swelled, chasing scraps, slobbering over anything she could give him. Chills all over.
He wanted to taste her from the source.
But she hadn't allowed them that, only scenting— lips on her skin, on her neck. Some heavy patting, their pleasure, none of hers. And it was odd that it made them feel used, that it turned them inside out with growing want. That despite the orgasms which she gifted them with a rude slap of her palm and a twist of her toes, there was a growing need for her to peel off her clothes, to see her cum, to have her writhing.
The relationship felt one-sided, and they trailed behind her like puppies, desperate for anything she could give.
He supposed it was their punishment, her retribution. There would be no intimacy unless she asked for it, unless her Omega was begging for it, unless she succumbed to the scent of their Alphas in Rut, unless she had to. And until then all they could do was court her in desperation. Seraphim was just determined to be the first one to toe that line. He leaned over, taking her hand, and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist, pulse thundering. His cock throbbed, potent, needy, wet. A spurt.
He'd came.
She pushed off, passing him with a lingering gaze, a low cluck of her tongue in disapproval. But there was a naughty smirk on her lips as if she knew, as if she felt him shudder against her from a mere kiss to her hand. And his body warmed, quivering at her existence, cheeks burning. Premature ejaculation. He would never satisfy her alone. He'd have to use his mates and hold onto the bond for dear life, it would be magnificent, and it would be worth it.
He stared at the strides that she took—filled with confidence, filled with the strength of an Alpha— feeling awfully like the Omega in the relationship. Perhaps the waters were dark because she did not allow him to see, perhaps it was her hands over his eyes, concealing her future.
Perhaps it was her that controlled him.
He shivered.
"Your pants," Halcyon hissed. "They're melting."
"I know," Seraphim lamented, sinking into himself, blushing at the tent of his cocks. "It's becoming a problem." His eyes darkened.
"It won't be a good look on the battlefield. Our people will look."
Seraphim beamed at Halcyon, dishes melting in his liquids, turning into dust. "It's all right," his lips curled into a smile. "I will do whatever it takes to get our Omega to like us, and our people to like her."
*
Rue
They were being good.
Soft and submissive like lions in a cage waiting to strike. But Rue could see through their guise. The truth was she'd forced their pack Alpha onto his knees, and as long as she kept Dante in check, they would listen to her like good little puppies. She nibbled on her nails, biting flesh with a hiss.
For now, she was safe, but the moment she showed a hint of weakness they would strike. And that worried her, just as much as the disappearance of Dante occupied her mind. The pack Alpha's scent lingered in the doorway, but he didn't approach, seemed content to watch and stare, calculative and dangerous.
They were ruminating, thinking, plotting.
It wasn't just him that she feared. She knew it would be too easy for the seven to snap, too easy for the emperors to attempt to break her commands, to fight her will. She bit her lip drawing blood. She didn't know how long her words would hold, and what they'd do if they discovered the loopholes and methods to escape her control.
But for now, she played their games and conceded with their demands.
Theo had been first to approach her with questions in his eyes. "Finally," he'd breathed, sniffing at her, sliding to take the seat beside her. "I thought you had a screw loose, not knowing the truth."
"You could have told me," she grouched, hoping their scent on her skin was enough to conceal the Omega. This was the closest another had approached her since her Heat, and she waited with bated breath for Theo's reaction.
"They were breathing down my fucking back," he answered, bag on the table. "I've got family and a pack to care for. I gave you plenty of hints." He sniffed at her, wrinkling his nose. "Now you smell so much like them it scares me to speak to you."
Her smile was grim at his words, stretched over her cheeks. It worked, and they were right to slather themselves all over her skin. She supposed it was the same as smearing rotting jizz all over her neck, and she turned towards class, lips twisting into a thin line.
"So, what's your secret?" Theo mumbled.
"What secret?" she blinked, heart leaping into her throat.
"Why do they like you?" Theo asked, head tilted, brow deepening. "The emperors don't take guides. They use them."
"Or kill them," she muttered, then shrugged. "We're compatible. They feel calm with me, but I don't think it'll last."
"That means you're at least an SS-level guide," Theo whistled, pen over paper. The professor continued droning on about practicals and a field trip to a raid. "It'll set you up for life even if they don't want you later." He pointed out. "Espers crave high-ranked guides. It's like a drug. The better you are, the better they feel."
"I know," Rue replied, stretching. "I'm determined to use that to my advantage." In the flicker of her pen, light darted, twisting over the plastic and she hissed, thumb rubbing over the spark. "Kieran, don't eavesdrop on my fucking conversation."
"What?"
"Just a nasty fly," she turned to Theo then with a smile, her eyes turned to the material on screen. A briefing for class outdoors on a remote planet. "So, a field trip." God, it'd be good to take a break from the seven. "Sounds fun."
"It's at a monster hive," Theo told her, eyes sweeping to her with a shake of his head. "It'll be on the battlefield. You missed the details, but a special request has got our class on the front lines. They want us to learn first hand from the soldiers." Rue winced and Theo nodded sympathetically. "We'll be guiding Espers on duty, it shouldn't be too difficult, they know we're first years."
"What the fuck?" Rue grimaced. "We're too new for that shit. Are there teams?"
"Naturally," Theo spun the list and tapped a finger on his monitor. Her name flickered into view. "You're with the emperors at the front as their only guide during the raid." He sighed, fingers to the neck. "You'll be fine I suppose. As their potential mate, they will prioritise your health and safety." He hummed. "If you're careful and you space yourself out between each guiding. I don't think they'll kill you." He wrinkled his nose. "You're scented so thoroughly; you almost smell like their actual mate." He put down his tablet with a nod. "You should be safe for now."
"Guide…" She gaped at him. "I have to fuck them on a battlefield?"
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