FORBIDDEN BLOOM

SACRIFICE FOR THE ALPHA TWINS

ONE — A PURE VIRGIN OMEGA

DIANDRA

I collapsed back on the bed with a soft moan, panting as the last waves of my climax ebbed away. My fingers moved between my legs at a fast pace.

“One last time,” I said to myself as I grabbed the vibrator I snatched during my forbidden visit to the human world two months ago.

I placed it on my c**t as it hummed, bringing the fire back to my body, causing my body to clench tight in desire.

My other hand slid down to my quivering hole, stretching it with two of my fingers as I began to pump in and out, steadily.

“Yes…” I moaned softly.

In two hours, I'd go to the temple for my twenty-first birthday as a pure ‘virgin’ Omega ready to serve the Moon Goddess.

The tradition for late bloomers who turn out to be the dregs of the pack. Girls like me.

But the itch inside me was too much. It had always been too much, threatening to wreck me from within.

I closed my eyes to imagine a man whose voice was smooth like silk, guiding me, talking me through it as he would guide us during the rituals.

I’d never seen the Oracle. Nobody had.

But the older omegas whisper that he was the sexiest thing alive.

I moaned his name into the empty air and stroked myself harder, climbing to reach that peak.

Just as I was about to tip over, my mother’s voice ripped through the house, completely shattering the bliss.

“Diandra! We’re leaving! Do not forget to take your supplements.”

Huffing, I walked into the bathroom, naked except from my waist up. After a quick shower to get rid of the flush on my skin, I went out to meet her.

When we got to the Great Temple, I could feel the buzz of excitement from the other girls around. I knew without a doubt the reason why.

“Now, make me proud. Did you take your supplements?”

I froze. s**t. I’d forgotten about that.

With a smile, I nodded. “Yes.”

Afterall, what was one missed dose going to do?

She left me at the entrance of the confession chamber and after what felt like forever, it was my turn to see who the object of gossip was in person.

My p***y thrummed at the thought alone.

The room was filled with silver mist, adding to the sacredness of the place. I was unable to see the man on the other side of the curtain.

“Tell me your sins, child.”

The moment he said those words, my body exploded into a heat I’d never encountered. I jammed my thighs shut and whispered to the moon goddess.

“Not now, please.”

If the Oracle scented my arousal in the air, there would be consequences to pay and my mother would go on a roll of how I brought disgrace to the family.

Like my being a worthless omega was not enough shame.

“Are you there?” he asked and my stomach dropped.

“Y-yes,” I managed.

That voice. It was the exact one from my dreams. Even better.

He made a grunt-like sound. “Carry on.”

“I have no sins except one.” The heat started crawling up my thighs again. “I–”

I was supposed to confess that I was no longer a pure virgin and even be remorseful about it, but being around him made me want to do it again.

Then I began truly confessing. “I…I am consumed with a strange heat I can’t control. Too powerful to resist.”

Right there in the mist, my hand began to move.

“And I think about the sound of your voice, the feel of your holy hands touching me…”

As I recounted the dirty things I’d done, my legs fell apart and my fingers found my too-eager c**t now pounding with an insane ache.

I started to rub it slowly, knowing fully well that the scent of me bled into the other side of the curtain where he sat.

All he had to do was pull the curtain open and I was in trouble, but despite the danger, I could not bring myself to stop.

I needed him to see the dirty pleasure I took right in the temple.

Needed him to know he was the muse for my most twisted fantasies.

Another grunt-like sound before he asked, “what are you doing?”

“Your c**k filling me…” My teeth trapped my bottom lip as my fingers slid into my dripping hole. “Eros…”

He made a sound like a groan, and when he spoke, I could hear the tension behind those words.

“You know I can smell what you are doing.”

I let out a muffled cry. “I do.”

“You know there are consequences for desecrating the temple.”

‘I don’t care,’ the words were at the tip of my tongue.

I pumped even harder into myself, trying to be discreet about it but unable to control the way the scent of him wrapped around my senses, reaching into my most sensitive spots.

Unable to comprehend how someone I hadn’t even met was capable of driving me crazy with need.

“Diandra.” The single way he called that name put an end to my imaginations.

I pulled my fingers out, skin flushed and heart pounding in my ears. Shame overtook me at the thought of my action.

The curtain was pulled open and the person that stared at me wasn’t who I expected to be the Priest.

This was a tall and muscular god robed in white. I gazed at him, transfixed.

When he moved, he was as silent as the mist swirling all around us. The look on his face didn’t even try to mask the annoyance he felt.

Then I knew that I was well beyond f****d.

He stopped in front of me. “Let me see.”

I lowered my gaze. “I was—”

“Let me see, Diandra. Your fingers.” f**k, the way my name curled on his tongue made me want to crawl to him and…

Now was not the time for your dirty thoughts, Diandra.

Ashamed, I stood and lifted my hand. The hand that had just been inside me.

Terror was not enough to describe how I felt when I realized what was about to happen.

He was either going to spank me or cut the fingers off.

“I’m—” I’m what? Sorry. Hell, no I wasn’t.

But it was no longer a secret the things that happened under the High Priestess’s strict command.

If she got wind of this, I’d have no arms to serve the Moon Goddess with.

And now I was about to witness that firsthand.

However, Eros lifting my fingers to his mouth wasn’t even in the top ten of what I imagined he’d do to me after my transgression.