Chapter 134: Dear Dracula, Your Omega Wants To Be Bred (18+)

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It had been a little while since I’d finished arranging Lorenzo’s stolen shirts and that cozy sweater into a kind of nest that clung to him, as if the world outside the bedroom didn’t exist anymore.

The light filtering through the heavy curtains had transitioned from the soft gold of late morning to the warmer glow of afternoon, and the air in the room felt thick, filled with the combined scents of us. ℴ

Lorenzo had kept his word. He hadn’t left the nest at all, infact, his body remained a solid, reassuring presence beneath me, one arm wrapped around my back and the other resting gently against the back of my neck.

I pressed my face into the warm skin just above his scent gland, breathing him in like I didn’t need oxygen anymore.

I was still furious with him. The fact that he had known about the injection and chose to stay silent felt like a sharp stone lodged under my ribs.

But the heat coursing through my veins made it hard to keep hold of my righteous anger for too long.

My thoughts kept slipping sideways, becoming thicker and slower, until all that felt real was the steady rise and fall of his chest, the low rumble of his voice murmuring something soothing against my hair, and the way his scent enveloped me like another layer of blankets.

He was smiling, of course. I could sense the curve of his mouth against the top of my head, soft and almost content, as if having me this needy and focused solely on him was the quiet fulfillment of a private fantasy he’d never openly admitted.

The thought flickered through my usual sarcasm...this must be his personal fantasy come true, me clinging to him like a desperate koala and then faded under another wave of heat that left me shifting restlessly against his hip.

A knock sounded at the locked door.

Timothy’s voice came from the other side, carefully measured and resigned. "Don. There are matters that require—"

Lorenzo didn’t raise his voice. He simply turned his head slightly toward the door and spoke with the same calm authority he used when commanding rooms full of dangerous men to sit down and stay seated.

"Everything is on hold until my omega is through this. Don’t knock again unless the estate’s on fire."

Silence followed. Footsteps retreated down the hall a moment later, and the quiet that settled over the room felt complete.

I nuzzled against his throat, chasing the deeper notes of his scent that always felt strongest there, and Lorenzo pressed a slow kiss to my hair in response.

His hand moved with comforting strokes down my spine, and for a few fragile minutes, the worst of my restlessness eased enough that I almost believed I could just drift like this until the cycle burned itself out.

Then the wave hit.

It didn’t build up slowly like the earlier discomfort had. One moment I was breathing him in, and the next my entire body locked up, a brutal cramp tearing through my lower belly, a sharp, deep, and so sudden that a broken, pained sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

I let out a groan...holy fucking shit.

What crime did Omegas even commit in our past lives for us to have to go through this shit twice or three times a year?!

Heat flooded my skin all at once, leaving me sweating and trembling as a fresh, thick wave of my own pheromones filled the nest until the air felt syrupy and heavy.

Slick poured from me in an unrestrained rush, soaking through the soft shirt I wore and running down my thighs in warm, slippery trails that made every little movement feel louder and wetter than it had any right to be.

The emptiness that followed was worse than the cramping, it was a hollow, aching need that settled low and insistent, as if my body had suddenly remembered something vital it was missing and refused to be quiet about it.

I became restless at once, my hips shifting without permission, grinding against Lorenzo’s solid thigh in a helpless, instinctual search for pressure.

As whimpers slipped from my lips between shallow breaths, the discomfort kept climbing, tipping over into real pain, and I sobbed against his throat before the words finally burst out.

"It hurts...fuck...it hurts so much, A--alpha—"

"Shh." Lorenzo’s voice stayed low and steady, one hand stroking gently along my back while the other held firmly to my hip, stilling the frantic movement without completely denying the contact. "I’ve got you, just breathe through it, amore mio. Tell me what you need."

I pressed closer, face still buried in his neck, and managed only a muffled, desperate "...More."

"More what?"

"You... know what."

He wouldn’t let me evade the question. Gently yet firmly, he drew my gaze up until our eyes met, his expression soft around the edges but carrying a steady steel underneath.

"I want to hear you say it, my love. I won’t do anything unless I hear it, what do you want me to do? Use your words for me, love."

Another cramp rolled through me, harder than the last, and the sound that came out was more of a sob than anything dignified.

Fuck... please don’t make me do this.

You damn angelic Devil!

Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. My pride tried one last weak protest, but it crumbled under the weight of the heat.

"Please... just—please breed me, Alpha."

Lorenzo’s expression changed instantly, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face that looked both surprised and deeply pleased.

His green eyes heated as he looked down at me, and the hand at my hip tightened just enough to keep me from squirming away from the intensity of his gaze.

"You want me to breed you, bello?"

I nodded frantically, and then the words spilled out before I could catch myself, pushed by pure instinct and the hollow ache that wouldn’t ease.

"I feel so empty, Alpha. I want you to fuck me and fill me up with your babies....please—"

The moment those words left my mouth, pure mortification washed over me like a second wave. My inner omega had completely lost control and I had lost control of my inner omega.

My mouth and my body were basically on autopilot right now.

My inner, deepest, darkest, most suppressed desires coming to show its big ass in the light.

I couldn’t believe I’d just said that, and the heat in my cheeks had nothing to do with the fever still burning under my skin.

Lorenzo only chuckled, low and warm, entirely too satisfied, before he kissed me hard enough to scatter any remaining coherent thoughts.

"Do you now? Good boy," he murmured against my lips. "Look at you, so honest to me."

He took his time stripping us both, peeling the damp shirt from my hot skin and tossing his own ruined clothes somewhere beyond the edge of the nest.

When he pushed me onto my back among the carefully arranged shirts and that soft sweater, the fabric still held his scent strongly enough that I turned my face into the nearest sleeve and inhaled while he folded my legs up and open, exposing me completely.

The position left me trembling, slick spilling in slow, continuous trails down my ass that made the nest beneath me wetter by the second.

Lorenzo slid two fingers through the mess between my thighs and held them up, watching as the shine caught the afternoon light.

"Look how wet you already are for me." His voice dropped into that low, almost reverent tone that made everything feel more intense. "Your body knows exactly what it needs."

Without any warning, he pushed his two fingers inside. The stretch was immediate and perfect, and I arched with a broken whimper as the slick eased their way in, the wet sounds filling the quiet room.

He moved them slowly, thoroughly, curling and scissoring until the discomfort of my emptiness started to transform into something sharper and more focused.

"I’m going to stretch this pretty hole until it takes me easily," he continued, voice steady and unhurried even as a third finger joined the first two. "Going to breed my omega properly this time."

The extra stretch pulled another helpless sound from my throat. I shook beneath him, my hips instinctively seeking more while my pride made one last weak protest that got swallowed up by a moan.

"Alpha—p...please...I need your cock, not your fingers—you’re having fun with this, aren’t you? Dracula... not fair at all—"

"You’ll get it," he promised, still working me open with that same patient thoroughness, "when I decide you’re ready."