The Omega Secret (Book Four of the Omega Game Series)

Chapter 24

Didoka

The North Islands

Present day…

“I will start,” I said at once and Kun waved his fingers at me, giving me the chance to start our game. I knew I needed to keep my truths simple and easy. There was a chance Kun would find different angles to ask questions about the simplest facts I threw at him. He was smart, he was counting on me to keep things light so his attacks would be dirty.  I had to be fully in control of the information I wanted to discuss with him. Scowling at the bottle between his feet I picked one simple truth, nothing too dangerous, “ I like the sight of your naked feet.”

Kun’s nostrils flared and he nodded at me. Take that, Kun son of the Wolf. I’d give him an easy truth that was easy to prove and personal enough to throw him off. It was the truth. I liked his feet. They were manly and big, clean and tanned. I’d put myself out there, lower my pride enough but keep it simple. The corners of his lips curved up.

“I wouldn’t have expected any less from you princess,” he said and I nodded in response, still too nervous to take any pride in his compliment. This was war and each question was a dangerous battle. I waited for him to ask any question but Kun only scratched his chin with a thumb, eyeing me with his full focus and deciding to share his truth instead, “I was nine years old the first time I killed a man.”

I gasped and felt my heart skip a beat. Nine years old! That was so young! How did a crowned prince from the Dark Desert end in a life or death situation so early on? Before I could control myself I asked him the first question that was burning in my lips.

“Why?” His gray eyes seemed to gleam, soothed by my curiosity as if it pleased him to know I cared enough to ask him. I could not do anything else. I wanted to know all about him. Every single detail that I didn’t know and all the secrets that had made him who he was. Kun licked his lips and my eyes-the traitors- followed the gesture slowly.

“It was during a mission,” he explained, “Noctis and Baltus had left our camp to search for a good path to return to Naccara. We were stuck in the Descer Mountains under the hardest blizzard I’d ever seen. The wind was so strong that we couldn’t hear our own heartbeat over the sound of the storm raging against us. I felt the assassin’s body walking against the snow. Through the water I felt him move, tensing the bows to use the wind in his favor and shoot Aros who was only a couple of steps ahead of me. I acted fast, using the snow to cover his body and closing my fist hard. The snow bent for me, letting me use it like a hand uses a knife. The body was so broken that Baltus couldn’t recognize his face.”

“What did you feel?” I asked him, pushing my upper body closer to the edge of the bed and resting my weight on my hands at the sides of my thighs. Kun gave me a lazy shrug and then focused his eyes on my thighs. His shirt was tucked tight between my legs, revealing the side of my legs. I knew I was showing a lot of skin but I couldn’t bother with fixing the shirt when I was so curious about his story. This was an important truth. He was giving me a part of himself, of his past, of all the little decisions that had made the Alpha he was now.

“I felt glad,” he said easily, not a note of regret in his voice, “I knew right then that I would do anything to protect those I love.”

“Even if that makes you a monster?” At my question Kun smirked and looked me in the eyes.

“That would imply monsters are made, princess. I was born the way I am,” my forehead wrinkled and confused I crossed my arms over my chest. That statement only served to throw me into another loop. What he was telling me was that decisions hadn’t made him who he was, that he had always been the same. Then no amount of questions would make me understand who he really was, only theorize on how his behavior would follow certain patterns, but not why. I started biting on one of my nails while thinking.

“What did you do…?” I started saying but he lifted a hand and shook his head.

“Enough, you asked your three questions. Tell me another truth,” I gasped, taken aback. Kun hadn’t given me enough time to plan my next truth. I’d been so involved in getting to know him better that I even forgot how many questions we could ask each other. A little nervous I studied the room, trying to think in a neutral truth that wouldn’t be too dangerous. My eyes zeroed on the bottle at his feet and I sighed, picking another easy truth. 

“I’ve never been drunk before,” I said and Kun smiled wolfishly, rubbing his hands slowly, as if he was waiting for something. 

“You didn’t have friends to drink with?” He asked me and I swallowed, thinking on the best angle to answer that question and not invite further queries.

“I had,” I said gently, thinking about Nira and Katala and smiling a bit. His eyes darkened a bit but his smile stayed in place. Kun studied me for a long moment and sniffed the air, scenting my emotions in that particular way Alphas used to know if someone was feeling a specific way. He shook his head to the sides and then lifted an eyebrow at me.

“I’m not referring to Nira and Katala. I mean before you meet us. Did you have friends in the Yellow Islands back then?” he asked me and I scowled.

“How did you know I was talking about Nira and Katala?” Kun shrugged.

“Your scent turns lighter when you talk about the other two Omegas. It’s easy to know when you are talking about them,” I crossed my arms again feeling tricked.

“Using your Instinct on me is not fair,” I accused him and Kun raised his eyebrows at me in amusement.

“I never said I would play fair,” he grunted, smiling and showing way too much of his fangs, “I rarely do. Now, stop being evasive and answer my question.”

I started fidgeting with the rim of his shirt. There was not an easy way out to that question. Alphas always knew when others lied, they could hear it in our hearts and scented it in our smell. I had no other option to speak the truth and pray he would not use his last question to ask something more personal. Every single one of my answers felt like a charged trap. I was starting to sweat and feel particularly anxious about finishing this game. Opening my mouth made my belly churn with dread but I forced myself to say it and be done with it.

“No, I had no real friends before meeting your lot in Naccanash,” I admitted, watching the bottle again with disgust. I was so close to asking him to pass it over and take a long gulp from it. That would maybe help me to take the edge off the anxiety corroding me from the inside out. Kun seemed to feel I was close to tapping out and looked me in the eyes, staring directly into my soul.

“Why didn't you have any real friends?” I locked my tongue behind my teeth, looking down and staring at the bottle again. I could take a drink now and not answer, it would be the easiest thing I’d ever done in my life, but I wanted to win this game. I really needed to win this game. Grimacing, I decided to answer his question.

“I was not...welcomed in the court,” I admitted, my eyes focused on that damn bottle and all the forms of escape it could give me. I sighed and gave him a little shrug, “Nobody wanted to befriend me and if they did there was always some ulterior motive for their interest. To get close to Kotani or win his support in front of the king.”

“Why do you refer to your father as the king?” He asked me right away and there was no way I was talking about my father so I pointed at the bottle and Kun passed it over without any more questions. He waited patiently until I took a long gulp and dried my lips with the back of my hand. It was Marcala, a strong Maccana beverage made of fermented figs. I’ve tried it only once before and knew the alcohol acted fast. It warmed my belly right away and the blush in my cheeks increased. When I looked back at him he was studying my every move, his eyes hungry and following me attentively.

“Go on, tell me your truth,” I waved my hand at him and he smirked at me. Then he scratched the back of his neck, the only emotional opening he had given me so far. It was an old gesture of his and I soaked in it, my body trembling with the need to watch my Kun, the one I’ve known and liked a year ago. He nodded, appearing to be decided about something and then he shared his next truth.

“I find it hard to sleep,” he said and my eyebrows reached my hairline at this new concession he was sharing. I pinched my chin trying to remember the nights we had all spent together back at Naccanash. I remembered seeing Kun outside of his tent, always watching the stars and deep in thought. There hadn’t been a single day since he had taken me that I’ve found him asleep or remotely tired. I couldn’t remember our time together during my Heats but every single time I’ve awakened he had been already up, awake and fully conscious. Insomnia was a strange sickness I’ve read about but I’d never found anyone who suffered from it. Curious, I studied his face, trying and failing to see any signs of fatigue or unrest. I found none. He looked as imposing and powerful as ever.

“Do you ever sleep?” I asked him softly and Kun nodded, going back to rubbing his hands as if this chat was only an imposition, a means to an end. That being the fact that he was getting more information about me. His nod wasn’t convincing enough. I wanted more of an answer. When I told him that much Kun only c****d an eyebrow up.

“Don’t ask yes or no questions if you don’t want those types of answers,” he said simply and I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. When I looked back at him Kun was smiling, a full smile, like those from our past. It made my heart skip a beat again and then tense when he shook his head in full Alpha mode, “Your scent is turning sweeter princess, you are begging for my c**k, aren’t you?”

I felt myself blushing harder. Furious at him I shook my head.

“Let’s stay on topic,” I barked at Kun, playing with the neck of the bottle between my legs. His gray eyes covered me up and down and a shiver ran down my spine but I remained steady, watching him closely, “ What do you do when you can’t sleep?”

Kun’s eyes were starting to turn darker and he was shaking his head more often, a sign his Instinct and probably the God inside of him were playing for dominance. I archived that though to analyze later and followed his every word when he answered my question, “I used to duel my brothers. Nowadays I read and make wild storms around the Yellow Sea.”

I felt my mouth hit the floor, “You have been the one behind all of those rain storms hitting the Yellow Islands, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” he answered at once, completely unrepentant and then opened his palm and pushed his fingers back, the gesture a clear order to give him another truth. I sighed and prepared the bottle between my legs, just in case this wasn’t the night I won this little game of his. I was not going to give him any type of information that he could use against me. I knew the value of words, I’ve lived from that currency since I could remember and there was great power in collecting words in the forms of secrets and truths. I was not giving him that power over me even if I wanted to win this game badly.

I picked another easy truth, “ I love books.”

Kun pushed his head back, regarding me carefully, almost as if he had been waiting all night for this one truth. I tightened my hold over the bottle and squinted at him feeling a heavy  trepidation clawing its way to my heart. When he looked at me with black eyes I knew I’d lost this damn game, “Was reading your only escape from court?”

Nope. Not answering that. I took a long gulp from the bottle. He still had two questions left but only needed for me to skip one to win this round. I waited with apprehension while he looked me in the eyes, stalling and analyzing the perfect opening to attack. Kun shook his head to the sides, probably trying to follow the erratic rhythm of my heartbeat. He spoke then, “Did you hide yourself in libraries to stay away from dangerous people?”

Another gulp.

“Were books your only companions?” I sighed and downed another generous gulp of Marcala. It wasn’t necessary, the game was over but I needed the burn. In silence Kun moved and took the bottle from me. His blackened eyes were still looking at me when he moved the bottle and placed his lips in the same place from where I’ve drank. He watched me while he swallowed, the liquid making his neck look cordoned and strong, darkened by the shadow of his beard. I swallowed too, feeling my n*****s hardening at the sight. My eyes covered his muscular shoulders and thick arms, his sculpted chest with small n*****s and hardened abs. I looked tiny in comparison but that only excited me more. I wanted him. I’ve always wanted him and after all those questions I needed his touch with a desperation that bordered in pure madness. By the Gods, I needed his c**k and those amazing orgasms he always gave me.

Trembling I crawled to the edge of the bed and pushed my upper body out, until I was stretched and facing his handsome face. His cruel lips were still wet, covered by the sweet aftertaste of alcohol. If I had been a better woman, a dignified princess and maybe a more experienced Omega maybe-just maybe- I would have been able to stop. Maybe I would have been able to control my body and not ask for it, but then his eyebrows lowered and those black eyes focused in my mouth. 

“Do you want my c**k, princess?” he asked roughly, in a voice that was the bastardized child of an animal’s howl. I didn’t trust my voice enough to give him an answer. With a moan I closed my mouth over his lips and kissed them as if my life depended on that one, hungry kiss. Kun growled and took me in his arms at once, covering the back of my neck with a hand and closing his other palm over my ass. Our kiss turned wilder while I covered his hard chest with my hands, loving how hot his skin was under my fingertips, enjoying the texture of his rock hard muscles underneath my palms. He sucked on my tongue as if he couldn’t get enough of my taste, as if I was the most delicious dessert he had ever tasted. I moaned in pain when he pushed down the rim of his pants and entered me fast, throwing caution out of the window and spearing inside of me so hard that it hurt. It burned but it was exactly what I needed, the stretch, the pain, the fullness. 

Kun growled against my lips and moved my hips up, letting me ride his c**k once, twice and then I was coming, screaming his name and tensing so hard that my entire body seemed to twist and clench around his c**k. He growled, pleased by my grip and then got on his feet, making me mewl and holding myself tight to his arms. Kun f****d me like that, pushing my hips so fast that I could only see his c**k disappearing inside of me and hammering deep, deep inside of my p***y. The burn was delicious and when he closed a thumb over my c**t and bit me in the lips I was catapulted into another climax that arched my back and tightened my p***y harder.

“I’m going to break you tonight,” he promised me while he kissed his way around my neck, still f*****g me while standing, as if I weighed nothing. Growling angrily he turned us around and bent me over the chair, keeping my legs open wide and folded until I was indecently sprawled, with my p***y fully on display. And then he spread my asscheeks open and licked me from my dripping slit to my dark entrance. Over and over he went, lapping like a beast at my p***y, as if he was eating from me, like a wolf or a bear. I started crying when my third climax broke free from my womb and spread fast from my s*x to the soles of my feet. I was still coming, my own slick dripping from my yawning p***y when he slid his c**k to the hilt and we both groaned in pleasure. I didn’t stop coming after that. Kun fed me his c**k wildly, never stopping, never waiting. He f****d me harder and harder, faster and faster and my body came for him, always tightening, always drooling like a starving mouth for his obscenely fat c**k.

When he knotted me a long time after our mating started I only knew how to speak his name. I only cared about him. About the fact he was my everything. I felt fear right before falling asleep and then I forgot all the reasons why I should be scared of my Alpha. His arms hugged me to his chest and he purred for me until my eyes closed.