Page 10 of Sins of His Wrath (Myth of Omega: Wrath #2)

CHAPTER TEN

“ I thought you said it wouldn’t come close?”

Naya’s breath was still uneven, her body thrumming from the wild chase across the sands, the phantom energy of the nnin-eellithi still tingling beneath her skin.

Akoro didn’t answer. He kicked open the heavy doors to his chambers and strode inside.

The journey through the palace had passed in a blur. Servants had surrounded them briefly and then scattered. Akoro barked orders at someone, but then paid no one else any attention. His jaw clenched so tightly she could see the muscle ticking beneath his dark sand-colored skin. He held her tight against him, his grip unrelenting.

The familiar opulence of his bedroom surrounded her—the massive bed draped in rich fabrics, the intricate latticework casting shadows across the cool stone floor, the sunken bathing pool shimmering in the far corner. The last time she’d been in this room, she had awoken from her heat, sore, disoriented, and trapped. The memory sent an involuntary shiver through her body.

Akoro set her down, but his hands remained on her, sliding beneath her tunic, over her thighs, her waist, her shoulders, as if reassuring himself she was still whole. His eyes raked over her with an intensity that made her breath catch. "Did it touch you?" His voice was rough. “Did any of the magic make contact with your skin?”

“No,” she breathed. “But what happened?”

His scent crashed over her then—potent with remnants of arousal and the sharp edge of adrenaline, earthy and rich. The complex layers of his musk overwhelmed her, pulling at something primal within her. It poured into her lungs, into her bloodstream, until her pulse kicked into a quick, urgent rhythm. The unfinished hunger from the campfire surged back to the surface, molten and restless between them.

Akoro’s dark eyes flickered, as if sensing her shift.

"Let go of me," she said evenly.

"No." The word was simple, final. He stepped closer, backing her toward the bed.

Her knees hit the edge of the mattress. "Akoro?—"

He pushed her down, following her body as she fell back into the silken sheets. His weight settled over her, delicious and overwhelming, pinning her beneath him as his nose traced the column of her throat.

"You still need fucking." His gravelly voice sent a shiver skittering through her core.

Naya tried to keep her mind working, to think past the way he was so effortlessly overwhelming her. “Just—” She swallowed. “Just tell me how we got here so quickly. We only traveled for four or five days.”

Akoro let out a raspy groan of thick satisfaction against her neck, the sound vibrating through her skin, making her inner Omega preen. Then he lifted, bracing his thick arms on either side of her head, caging her beneath him. This time it was his dark, fierce eyes that pinned her still. “You have until I’m inside you to ask your questions.”

Naya frown up at him, trying to make sense of what he’d just said.

Akoro slid down her body and knelt at her feet. “We traveled faster because we arrived closer to the city,” he said, as he reached for the buckles of her boots.

She pushed up onto her elbows, watching him. “Closer? That means we didn’t travel from the same place as last time.”

Akoro yanked off one of her boots. “No.”

“How? Why?”

He turned his attention to the other. “We needed to come after you quickly,” he said, tossing her other boot across the room. harshly. “We couldn’t afford the extra two weeks to get to you. So we took a shortcut to the sand drift. A dangerous shortcut.”

Naya’s brows pulled together. “What is a sand drift?”

“Small areas in the desert where our magical tools are enhanced,” he said, his voice clipped as if impatient with the conversation. “It allows us to extend the reach of our portals.”

Naya nodded slowly, turning the information over in her mind. “So that’s the only place you can create a portal to my land?”

“Safely, yes.”

Her thoughts drifted back to the smaller traveling fleet. “So we took a shortcut back too?”

“A different one, but yes.”

“Why?”

Akoro’s head snapped up, eyes dark. “Because my people need me.” His voice thundered through the room, his entire body rippling with barely contained annoyance. “I cannot be traveling for a month.”

Naya drew in a slow, steady breath, eyes locked on Akoro. He had left his city to get her.

No.

She pushed the foolish thought aside, forcing down the annoying part of her that wanted to believe it. He had agreed to her proposal because it served his people. Because he needed to return to the empire she had unknowingly harmed.

He grabbed her undergarment and ripped it off. She thought quickly, knowing she had seconds before the conversation devolved into something her Omega longed for. “So why did you and Prillu tell me I was safe when I wasn’t?”

Akoro rose onto his knees, reaching beneath her tunic, the roughness of his palms grating against her bare skin. “You were supposed to be,” he said. “The domes, the nnirae , all our magical tools—they kept you protected. The real danger of that shortcut is the sand itself.” His fingers dragged over her stomach, his hands framing her waist as his eyes locked onto hers. “The nnin-eellithi shouldn’t have come so close.”

And yet, they had.

Her tunic slid over her shoulders, baring her body to the cool air. She instinctively moved to close in on herself, but the look in his eyes rooted her still.

“So then, why did it?” she asked quietly.

Akoro leaned forward, bracing his forearms on either side of her, his dark eyes catching hers. “Two reasons. First, the route we took bordered dangerous Sands. It’s an unpredictable and unstable environment. Second, according to our records, when an Omega is in certain states, she can attract the nnin-eellithi to her.”

Naya frowned. “You mean…?”

His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. “I suspect your orgasm, along with the unstable environment, drew them to you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she said, breathlessly.

His fingers worked her with precision, circling and pressing in rhythmic strokes that had her panting within moments. He knew her body too well.

Akoro climbed onto the bed, pressing his mouth to her shoulder, his teeth scraping along the delicate skin. “It started chasing us as soon as you came in my mouth, tmot zia . That is strong evidence.”

The words sent a flush of mortification over her skin.

That couldn’t be right. Could it? But her mind was becoming muddled. Naya panted, lowering on the bed and writhing underneath him. When his mouth traveled down her body, claiming each inch of exposed skin, she arched into his touch.

“Why do you think I stayed away from you?” His teeth caught her nipple, tugging, sending shivers cascading down her spine. “You think I enjoyed that? You think I was happy about that?”

This must have been what he and Prillu had been talking about. A smile played her lips, her inner Omega humming in satisfaction. He hadn’t ignored her because he wanted to. He had a reason. “Where were you?” she whispered.

Akoro’s fingers flexed against her hips. “I was watching you. I will always watch you, Naraya. You are mine.” Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he dragged his tongue along the inside of her thigh and bit down on the soft flesh, deliberately avoiding the aching, seeping place she needed him most, letting the ache build.

Naya’s breath came in shaky bursts, her need clawing at her insides.

“No more questions.” His voice was low, deep, vibrating through her.

The words sliced through the haze of desire. That’s right. She needed to focus, to think. She should get answers now while she had a chance… but Akoro was between her thighs now, the thick, blunt head of his cock pushing against her entrance, hot and insistent.

Before she could say anything else, he was pushing into her, the thick length of him stretching her so wide with a delicious, brutal burn. A strangled sound tore from her throat. She’d almost forgotten how big he was, how consuming the sensation was. For a moment, she couldn’t think. Her body was being opened up, stretched to its limit.

She arched, mouth open in silent anguish at the biting, beautiful slide. By the time he was seated fully inside her, she had no breath left in her lungs. She was full, stretched, exposed.

Akoro didn't give her time to adjust. He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, setting a punishing rhythm fueled by possession rather than pleasure. She could scent it on him—his volatile need to own, to brand, to reclaim her as his. But her body didn’t know the difference. And she didn’t care.

Her hands braced against his chest, fingers digging into hard muscle as she rose to meet each thrust, their bodies colliding in slick, squelching smacks. Her inner Omega keened, rejoicing in the sensation of finally being filled, of being claimed so obscenely, so thoroughly.

Akoro’s grip on her tightened. One hand gripped her hip with bruising intensity, the other planted beside her head, his arms caging her in. His pace grew rougher, more relentless. He grunted and growled, thrusting harder, his scent deepening, and he thrust deep, dragging strangled moans from her lips as her body burned with pleasure.

Naya whimpered, spreading her legs wider. A madness of bliss surged through her, building to its peak quicker than she had time to prepare for. This was delicious savagery in the very best way.

He gathered her wrists in one large hand, pinning them above her head. He adjusted his angle, and she cried out, the pleasure heightening. His other hand tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His eyes never left her face, watching every flicker of pleasure, every moment of surrender.

“Mine,” he growled, voice thick with primal possession.

Naya’s eyes narrowed, even as she clenched around him. "For now."

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes.

Without warning, he pulled out, leaving her shockingly empty, before flipping her onto her stomach. She barely had time to gasp before his hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pinning her down while the other lifted her hips.

Then, with a single ruthless thrust, he drove back into her with a force that tore a cry from her lips.

The new angle was devastating. He reached places inside her that made coherent thought impossible. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to hold firm as he claimed her with relentless determination.

He pressed her ass apart and widened her cunt with his thumbs. Naya pressed her face into the bed, mortified at what he was looking at. She had to be messy, dripping and slimy with slick, and yet another pleased grunt came from his throat. Letting go of her ass, his hand snaked around to find her sensitive bundle, circling in time with his savage thrusts until she was trembling on the edge of release.

"Look how sweet this tight little cunt is," he ground out. “It will always be mine, tmot zia . You cannot keep it from me.”

Heat flooded her cheeks at the crude, filthy words. But she couldn’t deny how they made her pulse quicken, how they sent another wave of need crashing through her. Pleasure crashed over her in violent waves, her inner walls clenching around him as she cried out, the sound muffled by the bedding.

Akoro didn’t slow.

He drove into her trembling body with raw determination, his movements sharp and desperate as his knot began to swell. His thrusts grew shallow, erratic. A deep, guttural groan rumbled through his chest and he slammed so hard, his knot locking them together, that she fell forward onto the bed, trapped underneath him.

Naya went limp as he spilled inside her, boneless, panting, utterly spent.

Neither of them moved, their bodies connected in the most intimate way, slick with sweat and satisfaction. Their heavy breaths were the only sound in the dimly lit chamber. Akoro’s chest heaved behind her, his weight pressing into her, anchoring her in place.

Naya didn’t fight it.

She let herself relax into the comfort of it, savoring the feel of his warmth, his scent still thick in the air, clinging to her like a second skin. His breath was slow, measured, his body locked to hers in a way that should have made her feel caged.

But it didn’t.

Her body hummed with the lingering echoes of pleasure, each aftershock reinforcing the truth she didn’t want to acknowledge—her body had never fought him. Not once.

Even now, with his knot holding them together, her inner Omega basked in his presence, in the heat of his claim.

Her logical mind whispered that she should move. That she should roll away, create distance before she lost herself completely. But her inner Omega had no such hesitation. That part of her was already lost to him, relieved that he was here, that he had comforted her, that she was exactly where she belonged.

He was perfect in every way, the strongest, the most dominant, the most important thing in the room. So why should she concern herself with anything else?

Naya clenched her jaw, shoving the thought away, urging herself to think, to untangle the knots of logic buried beneath the haze of satisfaction. This was dangerous.

She wasn’t in her Haze—there was no excuse.

Pushing back, she wrestled with conflicting impulses—to resist, to submit, to damn the consequences either way. Then a thought fluttered to the surface with sudden clarity. Now was the time to decide.

She was here to be used, to sacrifice herself for her empire’s safety. Akoro would take what he wanted, whether or not she resisted. He didn’t need her permission, but her inner Omega did. Otherwise, she would keep fighting herself, tearing herself apart.

Before she could reach the end of her thought, Akoro’s hands were on her again—turning her, arranging her limbs to his satisfaction. She’d been so deep in thought, she hadn’t even realized his knot had shrunk and he’d slipped out of her. But now he was pulling her to the edge of the bed, standing between her spread thighs, his cock already hardening again.

"I’m not finished," he said, his voice rough, edged with need.

Naya’s hands came up instinctively to push against his chest, but the moment her palms met the solid wall of muscle, she made her decision. Exhaling, she let them drift back to the bed.

She would let him have his Omega. And let her inner Omega have him.

There was no point in fighting it—not now. Resisting was exhausting, and she needed to save her strength for the Solution and getting back home.

She’d play his game and be his whore, for now.

And she would bide her time.