Beginning of Chapter 40

Altair refused to go to the infirmary.

And maybe that was because he spent most of the way there with his nose pressed to her neck, curled up and shivering in her arms as if she'd broken him into pieces. He was still fucking cumming. The dry orgasms fluttered through his limbs, his hot breath fanning across her nape, shameless cock jerking in his pants. A step closer to Hakon's clinic, and he snarled like the devil, lacking the angelic cadence and seraphic intonations that paired so well with his cherubic cheeks.

"Don't you fucking dare."

She stared at him like he was stupid because he was being fucking stupid. "You're cumming your brains out."

"You fucking broke me," he snapped through another moan, honey-drenched, champagne bubbly, "take responsibility."

"I am taking responsibility, I am carrying you towards help," she answered the vixen. Then, she froze, considering her options, eyes on the shadows. "You think Levi could fix you?"

"I'll be fine," he snarled, not listening, not paying attention, lips plush from having bitten them raw. His upper teeth dug down so hard the flesh had turned bloodless. "Just need a moment. I'm aphrodite for fuck's sake, I make people cum, I like to cum. I control cum. I can't let people see me like this—"

Another ravaged him and it had him gasping, nails digging into her skin, teeth almost sinking into her forearm. And she was greeted by the scent of his orgasm, her nose filling with the giddy drench of his sweet musk, like drenched sunshine, like hot flowers, like sin. "You're not okay." Her mouth was dry, her heartbeat as loud as thunder. "You're kind of melting."

"And it's all your fucking fault!" He cried out, drool dripping from the corner of his lips, arms around her neck like a princess. "When did you get the goddamn ability to take control of my tails?" His eyes rolled back briefly, his gorgeous face contorting, sweat dusting dewy cheeks. Then he returned, pants increasingly tacky with cream, easing into her arms with his tails wrapped all over her like a scarf. "When did my soulmate become such a monster?"

"I don't know," she answered. "It just happened."

"I'm Valentino's aphrodite," he responded. "His match. And even he does not have control over my tentacles. Do you know what this means? What you could fucking do to me?" She met his gaze then, her ears catching on the impatient whine, the husky groan. She now noticed the adoration, suddenly shining so brightly on his face that it was starting to scare her. He looked at her as if she were his Goddess, and he was all cum dumbed, pussy whipped and deliciously acting like a puppy.

"You're thinking about sex."

"I'm always thinking about sex."

"Your bigger concern," she remarked, "should be whether or not I could usurp you during battle." Rue pointed out, brow raised. "This could be dangerous for you."

"Darling, I'm happy to be your prey."

"I've given you brain damage."

"I don't care I just want to fuck you," he whispered. "No one is better for me than you are. Soulmate, I just want to fuck you so bad."

"Is it a Rut?" she questioned now, worry pressed between her brows. She brushed off his pretty little nickname for her, choosing ignorance. But her heart was roaring. "Rampage?"

"No, no," he shook his head, eyes glued to her face. The Alpha was warm and pliant as he scooted closer, breastbone bared, mouth all pouty, eyes turning into a gentler shade of brown. Her breath was momentarily stolen, memories etched with the full experience of him and his cock making itself home in her pussy. There was joy in his sing-song voice, a new world of reverence seemed to eclipse him. "I think I might even let you fuck me." He blinked, eyes searching their surroundings. "In the bushes."

"Altair," she hissed out, but her cheeks were flushed from the gorgeous creature in her arms. "Don't be fucking stupid." But there was confidence in his crazy smile, and that had her spine growing rigid. And suddenly the ache of want blossomed in her throat, had her mouth going awfully dry. "Shit, you need help," she stumbled. "I need help." The sun was rising too quickly, and soon the students would come flooding through the gates. "The dormitory—"

"Valentino," Altair told her pleasantly, pointing to the trees. "Is in those bushes, protected by an illusion."

"What?"

Suspicion had her squinting at him. He led her here on purpose. But she looked now at the hedges, noting the quiet, the lack of rustling leaves, the awkward glow of falsehood. The mirage of emeralds flecked with hundreds of sun rays that wavered with the illusion. Something in her chest tugged, pulling her towards the sea of green like an anchor.

"He was going to come with me," Altair admitted sagely, "but I might have pumped him full of aphrodite pheromones to throw him off so I'd have you for myself. Besides, he's been sulking, he needs the lust for his health as an eros."

"Altair…"

"We're competing for your affections," he admitted, preening peacock proud. "But I think I've won." He peered at her then, heavy-lidded eyes, seduction on his tongue, pressed to the corner of his cheek. "I know you want me in your bed, in your pretty little Omega nest, all doused in my scent. Your arousal tastes like cotton candy. I didn't ask to be fucked by my own tails. You did that on your own."

"I couldn't control it," she defended. "It was not me."

"No baby, you wanted to see me getting fucked!" He crooned, a giggle bubbling from him, eyelashes batting. "You wanted to see me cum on the battlefield! You are the kinkiest Omega I've ever met!"

"Fuck," Rue groaned. The sigh escaped her, low and ragged, but her cheeks burned a redder hue. Shit, he wasn't wrong. And they both knew that he knew that with a smirk stretched wide across his cheeks.

"We could ignore Valentino," he offered. "Find a room, just the two of us, just you and me." His eyes sparkled. "Let's test the limits of your newfound strength."

"Fuck no." She moved instinctively to retreat from his gaze, stepping into the. The technology hissed around her, swallowing her into its embrace. It shuddered when it registered their presence, revealing the scene before their eyes.

And of course, Valentino was there fucking himself on his tentacles.