It was almost as though they were back in the room at the palace, except there was no limit to how far they could go. Maddoc fucked her all over the room just like he had then, but he really loved when she rode him on her toes, like she did in the healing tent. He lowered her onto his cock, sinking her down so far until she was completely filled with that amazing brutal burn. Ana moaned; her eyes rolled as her head dipped back. Maddoc kept his arms around her waist and worked her on his length, grabbing her ass to tilt her the way he knew she liked, the way he liked. His eyes were trained for when her hips took over, grinding and wriggling of their own accord, seeking that pleasure she needed. It didn’t take long. Soon she was riding him so hard he growled and gripped her hair, leaning her back on him to watch her breasts jolt and sway with each movement. She loved when he watched her, and they fed off each other, both their climaxes savage and consuming.
The next night was the same; they had sex throughout the night, barely stopping to sleep or rest. The bedroom was saturated with their scents and the more time they spent together, the more they relied on their instincts. Ana woke the next morning in a nest she had build for them in the height of her need for him with blankets Maddoc had pulled from the cupboard.
On the third night, Ana finally discovered why Maddoc had always wanted his three nights with her. After an entire night being wrapped around each other, smeared in their fluids, buried in their nest, Ana woke exhausted and worn out; she snuggled up close to him only to find he smelled different. Her nostrils flared as his new scent worked through her body, sparking something deep and volatile within her, a primal force pushing her forward and stripping all thought from her mind except for her Alpha. As she climbed on top of him, he woke, his eyes carefully tracing her every movement. Without saying a word, he sat up and lifted her body, positioning her over his cock.
He held her there, his eyes so fierce, watching her as she wriggled her hips, seeking a fulfillment she didn’t understand.
"What is happening," Ana panted, whimpering at her restriction.
"Just follow your instincts," Maddoc growled in that gritty low voice that made her gush. "Do whatever feels natural.”
Ana moaned, spreading her legs wider needing more. “Do something,” she pleaded.
“I think we have to wait.” He glanced down at her pussy, licking his lips.
Ana pressed her thighs together, realizing he was right. She wasn’t ready yet, but she didn’t know what for.
It was another few agonizing moments before a pounding ache in her pussy made her gasp, but before she could say anything, Maddoc slammed her down on his thick, blunt length.
Ana screeched as multiple violent climaxes hit her at once, and at the same time Maddoc bit into her neck. She soared. Propelling through chaotic waves of euphoria and flames of merciless ecstasy, Ana could no longer feel her own body. When she finally came down, Maddoc was on top of her, pounding her into the bed, frantic and frenzied, still latched onto his claiming mark on her neck.
Ana squealed with delight at the feel of his teeth digging into her skin and clawed his buttocks as they clenched, needing more brutality, more pain, more domination. And he gave it all to her.
Hours later, they lay languid deep in their nest, hardly able to move.
"Can you feel it?" Maddoc asked.
Ana couldn’t even turn her head to look at him, but she could feel the change deep in her chest. “What is it?”
Maddoc chuckled. “What does it feel like?”
Examining the feeling closer, it was strong, heated, sensual, and trapped in her ribs. It was powerful, intense, primal, and most definitely Maddoc. “You,” she said in surprise.
“Good. I feel you too.”
With great effort, Ana propped herself up on her elbows. “Is this what you wanted to happen on our third night? For us to bond?”
“Yes.”
Ana wrinkled her nose. “But I hated you back then.”
Maddoc drew her to him. “But you wouldn’t have been able to stop it. We both would have had no choice. And you would have known immediately how I feel about you.”
Ana looked up at him. “I thought bonding could only happen during an Omega’s heat or marriage.”
“That is true for most people,” Maddoc said, brushing her shoulder with his lips. “But our match was recognized very early. We have a stronger connection than most. If you continue to read the Alpha and Omega books, you’ll see that before the scholar method, this was the method to determine a lot of fated mates. Going by how attracted they are to each other over three days. But it only really works for the ones with strong connections like us, so they refined the method.”
Ana played with his hair, sinking into deep thought. “So if we had our third night, we would have been bonded? And then you would have convinced me to leave the palace with you?”
Maddoc lifted up onto his elbow to look at her. “No. Once we bonded, you would’ve been able to feel how much I already loved you. And why I needed to take you. And whatever happened after that, would have started from there.”
The bond took some getting used to.
Maddoc’s feelings were so dominant that sometimes Ana mistook them for her own, but she loved that he was so closely connected to her. He could be at the beach while she was in the city and they would know each other’s moods and feelings, sometimes even thoughts. She didn’t have to tell him if she was tired or irritable or content, he just knew. She felt how much he wanted to kiss and touch her, making her blush. Her friends in the palace teased her constantly about it; they could always tell when Maddoc was about to come around the corner in an aggressively aroused state and carry her off to their bedroom.
Ana found herself happy beyond anything she could imagine. She suspected even her parents never had such a connection, and she wished they had given up the throne so they could truly experience each other the way she and Maddoc did. The kingdom was flourishing each day, and her heat was imminent, which meant Maddoc was making all efforts to get her pregnant. She was looking forward to it.
Sometimes she found Maddoc on the library roof, looking out over the kingdom quiet and solemn, and she knew he was still processing that dark side of himself he had reveled in for so long. He had spent years killing people, just as brutally as the houses, and Ana knew it wasn’t something he was comfortable with, even if it had been a worthwhile cause. So she sat with him, comforted him with her presence, touch, and sent support and encouragement through their bond.
“I love that you understand, Analisa,” he said one evening on the roof, as she climbed into his lap.
Ana snuggled into him. “I spent so long not understanding, Maddoc. It is time for me to do that now.”
Maddoc rumbled, pulling her closer. “That doesn’t matter. All that matters is that you are with me now. In our kingdom, with our people, in our home. Soon you will be with child. It’s what I always wanted.”
Ana thought about her parents’ love, how she aspired to have that for so long, and yet she never could have imagined that she would have so much more. She smiled as she looked over the kingdom. “I couldn’t have even dreamed of this, Maddoc,” she whispered. “My eyes were closed to the possibility of having this.”
Maddoc kissed her, squeezing her tighter to him. “That’s why I dreamed it for you, until you could see.”