Oliver

Being led to an small tiny cave in the middle of nowhere mid-heat has to be one of the most foolish decisions I have ever made in my life. The heat coming from Blythe’s body cools part of mine. As if just by touching me, he settles a part of me. I do not understand. Not a single person in my life has even slightly made me feel safe. Here in his arms its as if I can feel an echo of that feeling. A part of me worries just what this Alpha intends to do to me now. Since we are safe in a tiny little cave away from everyone or anything.

He stops far enough from the entrance that when I turn to look I could just see a large glow from the fading sunlight outside. When I glance around I see what I can only call adventure packs sitting on the wall of the cave.  He lets me go to walk over to them. My fingers cling to him unwilling to let him go.  

“Don’t leave me, okay…” I mutter not wanting to feel the physical pain of him being away from me for too long.

Blythe pets the top of my head gently in response. My fingers slip off him as he steps away from me.

Maybe it was an Omega type of thing for a person to need an Alpha type thing. Which is hard to say because I have no knowledge of how this is supposed to work. Is he gonna hold me down? Is my heat going to make him a lust filled monster? Why am I clinging to him so much? I don’t even know him and he’s the enemy! While I have been stuck in my own brain, Blythe has already set up blankets on the cave floor in a pile.

“Come here, Assassin.” He grins at me and I frown.

I know I have not given him anything else to call me but I feel like the longer it takes him to know who I really am the safer I will be. For some reason they demand to know who I am in order to kill me. Pretty ridiculous. I’ve always slain who the King told me. Even if I never knew their name in the first place. With a huff, I walk towards him. Only because the pull of my body wanting to be near his delicious scent. No other reason.

The dangerously hot Dragon Prince out to kill me has nothing to do with it. I take a seat next to him nervously twisting my finger in a strand of loose hair.

“You aren’t going to hurt me?” I ask looking him up and down. The nerves in his stomach have not been calm. It’s as if his stomach has become a raging river now that the Dragon Prince appears to look at him with no hint of rage.

“Not right now unless you want me to.” Blythe sounds honest. Should I trust him? What harm would it be if I gave him my name. The name that matters. Or I could always just make up a name.   I’d try to give myself a pep talk but the way my entire body is melting into the idea of being held by this Alpha in particular is clouding my mind.

Even now I can feel my body producing slick of all things. Wetting my already horribly torn clothing. Leaning forward, I press my face into his neck again. Inhaling his scent calming the burning ache traveling from the base of my spine toward the rest of my body.

“What are you going to do to me?” I sigh into his neck. His arms wrap around my waist pulling me closer and into his arms. His hot breath leaning into my neck. If I remember the single lesson I had about my omega nature, I’m inhaling his scent gland and he is returning the favor. Somehow this feels more transactional than I want it to be. Even a virgin like me seeks to have some sense of closeness with someone.

“You smell so good.” He moans into my neck. I barely contain a flinch when his tongue slides over the sensitive gland. Instead, a moan echoes through the cave and it takes me a second to realize that sound came from me. My fingers once again dig into the clothing on his chest. “Ever been with anyone?”

“No.” I answer in a squeak. I’m not like this. This isn’t me. I’m so weak. Weak to another man. I’ve been around Alpha’s before but never has my body had this kind of reaction before.

“Good.” He purrs, trailing a gentle hand down my back. I could tell he is being gentle not to cause any further harm to my injuries. A warm dizzying shiver runs through my body sending ripples of need through me. Gritting my teeth I press my entire face into his shoulder.

“I’m not supposed to have heats.” I groan as my claws extend with the dripping of slick in my pants.

“What do you mean?” He asks with a frown his hand pausing midway down my back.

“For as long as I can remember Silva has been giving me potions to prevent this. Though they have started to taste differently recently.” I quickly say unsure if this is actually a normal thing to happen or not. See I haven’t come across anyone to actually have this conversation with. All the Vesper I have ever run into have run from me or been hits. None of them will hold a conversation with me.

“Those methods have long been outlawed.” He grumbles. “Who is Silva? A healer? Potion maker?”  

“Alchemist.” I reply unsure what exactly he means by outlawed.

“Am I wrong suggesting the King made an Alchemist ensure that you never reached a heat and gave off pheromones?” The hand on my hip grips me tightly for a moment causing me to flinch.

“Yes.” I reply biting my lip. Talking about myself didn’t feel all that great. In fact, I’d prefer if there were more touching as my pants grow tight. His muscular body against mine only sending my body further into madness.

“I’m going to need Konnor to test your blood. The way your scent is coming off is ten times stronger than it should be.” Blythe returns to petting my back gently. The grip on my hip, as he raises it to lift my chin to look him in the eye. “The little I’ve learned about you has me wanting to ask even more questions.” The smirk he’s giving me makes my dick harder. It’s like he knows he’s going to go get my name out of me. “Rich enough to have your own alchemist where magic has been forbidden. Suspicious.” He leans toward me pressing his nose to my nose. My eyes blinking into his for a long moment.

“It’s like your daring me to kiss you.” I hiss as my claws dig into the clothing on his chest. Leaving a whole new tear.