Chapter 47: A Cock and a Hard place
Raven
It was weird to wake up and realize that I was not alone. What was even weirder was realizing that it was Rex and worse? His cock was still embedded inside of me.
The horror was slowly dawning. If before I wasn’t pregnant, at that point the goddess herself would have to step in to prevent a baby from being conceived.
I wanted to pull away but somehow my body didn’t want it. It was maddening enough to almost drive me mad as I gritted my teeth together trying to figure it out.
It was still very early in the morning but what drove the desire still pushed together in my brain away was the low voices that I began to hear beside my door. The realization that we were in my sleeping place. That everyone had seen Rex and must have heard us. The fact that they would also watch him leave.
I wanted to find a hole big enough in the ground to bury myself in as I pushed against him harder, annoyed to feel his arms around my waist tighten even more, making it clear that he didn’t want to.
"Rex!" I snapped with all the frustration and fear that bubbled within my chest. He was going to be fine. He was an alpha, but they were going to rip into me. It had happened before and even then I hadn’t slept with anyone.
"Please leave!" feeling tears slowly bubble out of me as I struggled to hold them back. It was hard as my throat felt hot and blocked, like a stone had lodged there as I pushed against him harder before he finally stirred.
"No!" he said as he lay there, his eyes still closed as I glared at him, hating how good he looked lying there, his long lashes and dark long hair that framed a face that had clearly been carved out by the goddess herself.
His lips were slightly red and only served to remind me of the fact that we had kissed all night and the mating session had been even more intense. Worse was the feeling that I wanted him to continue.
Still, I pushed harder against his legs, straining to pull him away from me but he didn’t like that, grabbing my hands as he thrust himself back and pulled me against his chest.
"How many more times do I have to say no before you lie back?" he asked me, his voice low and drowsy. I was sure his rut was over, but somehow he was unwilling to leave. If I was a callous person and willing to die and end my life, I would have reminded him right there and then that I killed his mother like he always reminded me.
"Please!" I begged instead, my voice catching as I begged again, "Please! People are waking up and you’ll be fine! I won’t! They’ll think of me as a..." unwilling to say the word I’d heard so many times simply because men wanted me and desired me for my body and face.
"...I’ve slept with other women during my ruts, this is no different!" he responded, his hand still right, and again I couldn’t wrap my head around where the anger he felt had gone and why he was content to simply lie there engorged inside of me.
I was sore! If he wanted another round he could simply do it and leave.
"Goddess!" I swore under my breath as I heard him chuckle in response, a sound so light and deep, one I had never heard before. Rex was relaxed for whatever reason, but I wasn’t. I knew that wherever the anger went it was still coming back.
"I...I have duties!" I reminded him, pushing against him again and this time he let out a long sigh as he pulled his hands back and let me go. "You’ll keep speaking and whining, won’t you?" he sighed as he scrambled off the bed with annoyance in his tone, getting up.
He was fully naked and his body was tall and muscle-toned. It was hard not to look as he picked up his pants and wore them. Still surprised that he didn’t try again as I stared at his bulge.
"You’re sore!" he said, noting my eyes on his pants as he smirked, "...but we’ll go again some other time," he said like it wasn’t even a debate but a fact. I wanted to argue. Point out that I was pregnant and I never wanted to see him again, but first I needed Gessia to confirm it.
More than that, I needed her to tell them that I needed space, especially from Rex. How else would I be able to escape? Moreover, there was something in his eyes when he looked at me that made me feel uncomfortable.
He still disliked me but beneath that was raw desire, the kind I’ve seen in so many men’s faces. For some weird reason, even after his rut was over, I knew he wanted me.
’Is this an omega’s power?’ I wondered, only to squash the thought before it even took root. So what if they desired me? What was the power behind being used for pleasure? I thought, scrambling off the messed-up bed to pick up my clothes and wear them.
Lowering my gaze to the ground as I waited for him to leave, there was nothing more to be said. Only for him to turn around and leave, but not before he said one last word, glancing back to meet my gaze.
"This is just you paying for your sins, nothing more!" he said like I would think that there was anything between us but desire. "...I’ll see you later!" he said, leaving through the door and closing it behind him.
But as I stared at the door, I dreaded heading out of it. It was bright enough that most people in the pack would have seen him leave my room. Worse, my skin was covered with his mating bites.
If before I was unsure, at that moment I knew desperately, like the air I breathed, that I needed to escape.
