The Vampire's Last Omega

Cinderella

What the hell just happened?

No, really. What in the world was that?

Kieran placed Teru on the bed he had dragged from the guest room and plopped beside him, looking frazzled and shocked. He observed the various items surrounding them, organized in no specific order.

Where did I get this extra stuff?

The servants must have thought he went insane to make them fetch it. Most was useless, unneeded, and not his style. If anything, Kieran's nest was more intricate and feminine than the fort under the staircase. You'd think he'd go for a rugged or military flair, yet the dangling moon and star Swarovski crystals said otherwise.

An alpha who nests. How humiliating. He'd throw out the evidence tomorrow.

Did omegas feel that way every time? He recalled faint memories of his suicidal attempt to rip out his heart, thinking that was the only method to ease the aggressive anxiety gnawing on his cold skin. In all of Kieran's years of torture by the vampire hunters, not once had he ever tried to deliberately hurt himself. He hoped to never nest again. His respect for omegas increased tenfold because he now comprehended firsthand what they underwent multiple times a year.

Kieran's nose scrunched at the stench of his sweat and smut pheromones. A shower was in order. He touched his mate's sleeping face. His finger traced over Teru's delicate features, pausing next to the corner of his swollen mouth.

That blowjob...

The way Teru stared at him with those deviant eyes...

How he drank the seed from the alpha's cock with gratitude...

The little fox was not as innocent as he seemed. It was going to be the end of Kieran, it truly was. His inner gender buzzed with anticipation. To know that Teru was kinkier than previously believed was exciting, rousing, and unlimited. Though Kieran was mainly vanilla, you didn't need toys and perverted devices to enjoy borderline twisted things during sex. The blood play from the mark was a good example.

But, Teru's oral technique was suspicious. It took multiple tries and partners to become skilled like that. The image of the idiot alpha companion sprouted in his mind. Lucas. Was it possible they-?

No, Kieran rumbled, angry at his own thoughts. He said they were nothing more than pack mates.

Kieran tried to shake off the offensive presumption that they were intimate in the past. He needed to trust Teru. But, if he ever, ever lied about anything regarding Lucas, Pride would not accept the reason so easily.

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"Have fun," Teru said, sitting in front of the television. It was explaining the fauna and flora of a former country called Australia. His sight never glanced away from the kangaroos jumping across the red desert. A shiver trembled in his nape, feeling Kieran's gaze on his backside.

Kieran was skeptical. "What do you mean by that?"

"Just like I told you. Have fun."

He hoped his acting was working. Teru pretended to be nonchalant about Kieran not taking him to the early spring equinox event, but it secretly pissed him off. His mate could clearly sense the storm brewing inside him, unhappy after begging every day for the past week.

Kieran walked over and stood in front of the TV to cover the screen with his broad frame. He purred with frustration, Give me attention.

The view made Teru gulp. He was stupidly handsome, wearing a black suit that Teru saw often in movies. The actors wore it when attending a wedding, formal ball, or anything that required a man to dress as sharp as possible. His white shirt peeking out from underneath the blazer contrasted with the satin bow tie, along with his burgundy hair flawlessly styled. Kieran did not need cologne since his pheromones were enough to make everyone flock to him like mating females in heat.