The Omega Within (Alpha's Woman Book 5) Page 5

  All in all, he was very happy having an omega, with one glaring exception, about which he was going to see the camp doctor whom he'd known for years.

  "Doc," was all he said when he entered the man's tent. He'd made sure to schedule a time to see him when no one else was around.

  The other man—older and somewhat bent—was hard at work, making notes at his desk when he turned to greet him.

  "Commander," he said, smiling briefly as he stood, out of respect for the man who outranked him.

  "Sit, please."

  "Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?"

  "No." Garron waved that idea away. "Not when we're on campaign. Perhaps, afterward, if we're successful, we could have a drink together. And if we're not, neither of us will be alive."

  Seen shook his head. He was more than well aware of the dangerous path they were on, but he would expect nothing less from Garron.

  "I don't know if you've heard, but I happened on a bit of a surprise several nights ago." He even hesitated admitting it to him, but he knew he had to. "I found an omega. An intact, untouched, virgin omega."

  The doctor looked suitably impressed. "Well, you've found yourself quite the prize there. Congratulations! I didn't think you would be interested in that kind of thing—that kind of commitment."

  Garron's eyebrows rose. "Neither did I. It kind of took me by surprise. It's not something I've ever craved to have in my life."

  The older man was aware of how unusual his leader was amongst his kind.

  "But now?" the doctor probed.

  "Now, well, it's—"

  "You don't sound happy if you don't mind my saying so. Most men would be ecstatic in your position."

  "I know. And it's not that I'm not happy. But there's something missing."

  "Oh?"

  Garron could feel himself blush, which was something he hadn't done since he was a boy. "Yes, well, she's quite something, and I find I can barely keep my hands off her long enough to get my work done."

  "That must not sit well with you, knowing you as I do."

  "Yes, well, I'm managing. But she's—there's—something missing," he stated awkwardly, hating feeling embarrassed, as every aspect of this conversation seemed to make him.

  "Has she come into heat?"

  "No, and I was wondering about that, too. I also…" he leaned forward, looking around them as if he was worried they were being overheard, "…it's the sex itself, Seen. It's amazing for me. The most incredibly satisfying sex I've ever had in my life. It leaves me weak in the knees, even though I'm ready to take her again in an obscenely short amount of time."

  "So?"

  He rubbed his hands nervously over his thighs before he rose to pace back and forth. "It's her; it's Ollyah. She's not enjoying it. I can tell. She's aroused—she's more than slick enough. But she's not… getting there."

  Seen's eyebrows rose. "And that is a big part of bringing her into heat and keeping her there and, ultimately, getting a child on her."

  Garron didn't mention how badly his ego was suffering because he couldn't seem to bring her to pleasure, so he went with what the doctor had suggested.

  "Yes. I want to keep her in heat as much as possible. I want her pregnant as often as I can get her that way."

  "Of course, you do. That's what she was born to do. That is her destiny in life." He cleared his throat. "Do you mind if I ask you some personal questions?"

  "No, of course not."

  "Do you have any problems maintaining your erection?"

  "No."

  "Penetrating her?"

  "No."

  "Hooking her?"

  "No, she doesn't like it, though."

  "Of course, she doesn't, especially if she's not experiencing the ultimate in pleasure. It's that surge of bliss that will help her cope with how you've caught her—the pain of the piercing and the knotting—assuming you've done that, too—"

  "Yes."

  "—will add to her pleasure in a way that's inexplicable to anyone who isn't an omega. She craves submitting to you, to the pleasurable and the painful sides of being bred by you."

  Garron nodded.

  "Anything that you could do to compound her feelings or even just the appearance of, her submission, so much the better. Keep her in that mindset as much as possible. Remind her constantly that she is yours, that you are her Alpha, in ways that are sexual but, also, every day. Take care of all of her; it's your job, very much like the way you see to your horses. Feed her, sleep with her, dress her—make her wholly dependent on you. Your dominance and her submission should be at the forefront of every interaction between the two of you. Hold her immobile while you take her, even if she doesn't fight you, but expect that she will at some point. Most omegas aren't doormats. Punish her strictly and frequently, even if she hasn't done anything wrong, and even during sex. It's your right, and it's very probably the nudge she needs to come into heat. It sounds as if she's ready, but for that. Make sure you have skin to skin contact as often as possible. She needs to be made to feel that submission, to never be allowed to lose sight of the fact that you require that from her. Hem her in. Confine her. Restrict her, especially during her heat. Even if she fights against it—against you—it'll make her feel safe."

  Then he asked, "I'm assuming that you're producing copious amounts of semen every time you mount her?"

  Coloring again, Garron nonetheless answered, "Oh yes. Much more than I've ever produced with any other woman."

  "Good, good. Would you like me to examine her?"

  Seconds later, the good doctor found himself slammed up against one of the poles to which the walls of his tent were secured. "I don't want you to come anywhere near her, much less touch her, do you understand? You're not to tell anyone anything about what I've told you here, and you are the only person to whom I've admitted it, so I'll know who to skin alive if it happens."

  "Yes," he nodded, slowly and carefully, as if confronted by a rabid dog.

  Garron let him loose and took a few steps away, running his hand through his hair. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, not really caring whether he had or not.

  His friendship with Seen was the most unusual relationship he'd ever had until he'd met Ollyah. Seen was a healer. He refused to pick up a sword even to defend himself, which annoyed Garron to no end.

  But he was also incredibly intelligent. He was the one who had discovered the herbs to nullify an omega's scent, which Garron hadn't had much need for until this moment. He was also one of the calmest, most levelheaded people he'd ever known. Garron had found him during one of his first campaigns, busily making his way across the battlefield, tending friend and foe alike—something for which he almost lost his head to one of his soldiers, but, upon finding out that he was a very skilled healer, the commander himself had spared him and had never once had cause to regret his impulse.

  In fact, his men were healthier and better taken care of medically than any other in any known army, and that was entirely down to Seen and his small medical team.

  Seen might well not have wanted to fight, but he was brave in his own way, and he would say whatever he thought was the truth to anyone, including him, and that was a great advantage. Garron realized that being the Supreme Commander brought with it a considerable amount of bullshit and a desire to curry favor with him in order to get ahead.

  Seen had none of those impulses. He'd gone toe to toe with the man who was more than two times his size and had never once backed down, even in the face of Garron's obvious anger, when he was being told what he didn't want to hear.

  He had more balls than some of his men—which was interesting, since he no longer actually possessed them himself. But he'd made a bit of a study of omegas and found them quite interesting, although he had no personal interest in them.

  And he had a very annoying tendency to be right.

  "No," Seen replied, knowing that was the extent of the apology his friend was going to offer.

  "Good. I'm kind of out of control at t
he moment, and I really don't like it. All I want is to be inside her, fucking her, spewing cum in her, and then doing it all over again."

  "Sounds as if you're beginning the rut, in answer to what should be her coming heat. I know you want to let go and just have her, but if you can manage to keep your head on straight enough to truly put her in her place, things will be the better for the both of you. Don't hesitate to come back if my suggestions don't work. We'll try something else. But if you can get her into a heat, you'll find pleasing her to be much easier. But once you do, you have to be willing to put the march on hold for at least a week, maybe longer, in order to attend solely to her needs. Don't bring her there if you can't give her what she needs."

  Seen looked up at his friend. "This will be quite unlike any other carnal relationship you've ever had with a woman. Are you very sure you're ready to do this? "

  Another man might well have ended up having his skull crushed for saying something like that to him. But as much as he hated to be lectured at by anyone, he knew the doctor knew what he was talking about.

  When he arrived back at her tent, she was right where he'd left her—bound to the bed hand and foot. He'd hesitated in doing so when he left. She was so well behaved that he probably didn't have to, but he just wanted to be sure, not necessarily because he was worried that she'd run away, although that was a possibility, he supposed. He was much more concerned that she might do herself harm, somehow.

  Unlike the other times he'd been away, he didn't immediately free her, although Olly waited patiently for him to do so. He did loosen the bindings on her arms but reattached them—a bit more tightly, even—so that her hands were held together, above her head.

  Then he released her legs entirely.

  She wasn't at all sure what that meant for her, and she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be good, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

  She had been doing her best to accept what had happened between them—what was happening. It wasn't easy, but Olly was trying her hardest. It was worse when he was using her as she knew he had every right to as her Alpha. It was even something she wanted, but it was so painful that she generally cried through it, and she could see that he wasn't at all happy with her reaction.

  But what did he expect from her, when it seemed that his every action was calculated to hurt her as much as possible? There was nothing even remotely pleasant about the experience, despite the fact that her body made itself ready for him each time he so much as looked at her, creating a need in her that was never satisfied, so it built and built and built within her, leaving her angry and frustrated when it wasn't fulfilled. It was such a lie—her body promising her ecstasy when all he gave her was pain.

  He left her there to attend to the fires, then he came back and wrapped a piece of black silk over her eyes.

  "I want you to relax as best you can, Ollyah. Concentrate on how you're feeling and listen to my voice."

  "Yes, Sir," she answered obediently.

  Garron had some doubts about the methods the doctor had suggested, but he was willing to try anything to bring her into heat. And he had to admit, the fact that he hadn't been able to pleasure her had stung his pride more than a little bit. He wanted her to become as frenzied during their mating as he did. He wanted to see her out of control, especially since she had been presenting him with such a neat, tightly controlled façade that was driving him crazy.

  Not that he didn't take advantage of it, but he wanted a mate with at least a little spice.

  He had a feeling that the personality she'd shown him up to the point that he had spilt his seed inside her the first time had been her true self—if one in the guise of a boy. Garron didn't know why she'd changed so drastically, but he put it down to the rapid, dramatic changes in her circumstances.

  He also believed, as the Doc had confirmed for him, that as much as she disliked it, she would benefit from consistent, frequent discipline. Although he knew he had the right to punish her at will, he preferred to do so for a reason. But she was so damned well behaved lately that she hadn't given him one since that first night!

  Tonight, though, he was going to concentrate as much as he possibly could—until that point at which he always seemed to lose his mind with her—on her and her responses. He was quite sure that, once he'd brought her to orgasm, he'd be able to do it in the future whenever he needed or wanted to, and he hoped that would change her attitude in general. If he made her as out of control as he felt when he bred her, maybe she wouldn't be able to be so tense and perfect all the time afterward.

  He was determined to set about learning as much about what she liked—or didn't like—as he possibly could, and not just this night, either. Garron had trained himself to study everything he could about his opponent in a battle setting, and he had decided to turn that well-trained mind to learning everything he could about her.

  Her nipples, which had grown bigger along with the rest of her in every way but height, were already peaked, and he considered that as a good sign. The ample, quality food she was eating was already making noticeable changes in her body, and this was one of the best of them. Her breasts were filling out nicely, becoming rounder and larger. His fingers itched to pluck and pinch them, and he found he couldn't deny himself that desire. But he clamped down on his own needs and forced himself to touch her very gently, teasingly, spending time barely touching her, fingertips almost tickling, hearing her breathing changing tempo, and watching her breasts rise and fall more rapidly as he continued to roll them, pinching just slightly.

  Garron could see her trying to pull her arms down over her breasts, to prevent him from being able to touch her like that, although he wasn't really sure why she would want to do that. It was the first time she'd tried to overtly defy him since the first time he'd taken her.

  He was glad he'd bound her hands out of his way. Seen had mentioned that she would probably enjoy being made as helpless as possible while she was being bred, and he was beginning to think that the other man was very right about that. He'd figured that she was already pretty helpless, considering his size, but if a more blatant demonstration of just how little control she had as he took her helped her come to climax, he had no qualms about doing it.

  And he noticed, too, that her being even more helpless against him made his cock jump.

  Being deprived of sight would force her to concentrate on what he was doing to her, what he was making her feel, as well as his voice as he spoke to her.

  The other times he had taken her, she had been utterly passive, even when he knew he was hurting her, never defending herself against him at all. It seemed that the only reaction she couldn't control was the tears she inevitably shed during and afterward—the ones that made him feel so badly that they sent him to talk to the doctor about something so intimate when he would rather have had to swallow hot coals than do so.

  But, as he was taking his time with her, cataloguing all of her responses to what he was doing, he could see that she was unable to stop herself from responding to him. From very early on, when he was gently plucking her engorged nipples, she was shaking and shuddering and gasping at his every touch, head whipping back and forth in a way that he didn't even think she realized she was doing.

  And he very much liked that idea. The fact that she had nearly always been so cool and calm—even when he was breeding her—was a hit to his ego. He'd taken pride in giving pleasure to most of the women he'd taken—even if they didn't want him to.

  Especially if they didn't want him to.

  He was slightly alarmed at how much he wanted to bring her into heat, to see if that got him what he wanted—her hot and ready and eager for his seed, climaxing uncontrollably all over his cock as he pumped her full of himself.

  That would soothe his pride, which was wounded when all he could seem to produce in her at such an intimate, blissful time were tears. Garron understood that a certain amount of them were expected, even in a bonded couple that had been together for years. Their com
ing together would always be a source of discomfort to the omega.

  But her Alpha should be able to bring her past that, into the blissful state that he knew Ollyah had never experienced, and which would make her just that much more receptive to becoming pregnant—physically and mentally.

  That only made him redouble his efforts.

  Chapter 5

  Although he could have spent long hours doing nothing but playing with her breasts, Garron forced himself to move on, but he was in no hurry. Previously, he had been so desperate, he was horrified to admit, to thrust himself into her that he had to accept responsibility for the fact that he didn't take anywhere near enough time to arouse her, leaning on the idea that she was his omega and he was her Alpha, and that everything should happen without much effort on his part.

  But that approach hadn't yielded the results he desired, and he was determined to change his approach, no matter how hard it was going to be to clamp down on his desire to simply ram his cock into her already dripping cunt.

  She might not be particularly aroused, but her body was already leaking onto his bedclothes, and her scent had quickly saturated the air around them, making his head spin and nearly convincing him that he didn't need to do what he was planning.

  But he literally shook his head clear—as clear as he could ever get it around her any more, it seemed—and took himself in hand. He wanted her pleasure, and he would damned well have it. That, along with every other part of her, was his.

  Seen had said that skin to skin contact was a good idea, so he began to explore more of her, his touch gentle and overtly possessive, watching her closely and glad that he had gone with the idea of removing her sight. Now she wouldn't be able to see just how often he looked to her face, gauging her mood and arousal level. He'd thought about gagging her, too, but that was one of the things he most wanted, to hear her cry out from the ecstasy that he was so intent on bringing her—that only he had the right to give her.