The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

Sage

The first rays of dawn filter through my window as I stretch languidly, every muscle pleasantly sore in ways I never knew possible. The bed beside me is empty but still warm, Alaric’s scent of pine and winter wind lingering on the pillows. He stayed all night, then, holding me close as I drifted to sleep.

My cheeks heat remembering everything we did, the ways he touched me, the places he kissed. I never knew such pleasure existed, never imagined one person could make another feel so much. At Blackthorn, the mated pairs were discreet, and no one discussed such intimate matters with a wolfless omega.

But Alaric… he showed me things I didn’t even know to want. Made my body sing with sensations I had no words for. Even now, my skin tingles remembering his reverent touches, the way he whispered “sweetling” against my skin like a prayer.

I touch my neck where he left marks – not a claiming bite, but evidence of his passion nonetheless. The memory of how they got there makes me shiver. How he seemed to lose control when I made certain sounds, how his eyes bled amber as he growled possessive words against my throat.

My fingers trace patterns on the sheets where we lay tangled together for hours. I never understood before why the romance novels I sometimes snuck from Blackthorn’s library made such a fuss about physical intimacy. It seemed like such a small thing compared to emotional connection.

But now… now I understand how the two intertwine. How each reverent touch, each whispered endearment, each moment of shared pleasure builds something deeper. The way Alaric watched me with such intensity, like memorizing every expression, every sound. How he seemed to know exactly what my body needed before I did.

“So beautiful,” he’d murmured against my skin. “So perfect for me.”

Was I though? The doubt creeps in slowly but steadily as morning light grows stronger. He’s probably been with wolves who knew what they were doing, who didn’t freeze up at first touches, who understood the dance of intimacy. Not some fumbling, innocent omega who barely knew where to put her hands.

The thought of him with others makes something twist painfully in my chest. How many lovers has the Lycan King taken? I think of Eris’s perfect grace, the way she moves like she knows exactly how desirable she is. Of Victoria’s sophisticated beauty and noble breeding. Even Alessandra, who they say he once courted – all of them would know exactly how to please a man like him.

The jealousy that floods me is irrational – I have no claim to his past. But imagining his hands on them, his mouth… imagining them touching him with confident knowledge of what brings pleasure… it makes me feel small and inadequate. They probably never fumbled or hesitated, never had to be taught the most basic things.

I curl deeper into sheets that still smell like him, anxiety building. What if it was just passion of the moment? What if seeing me in the light of day, he regrets taking someone so… untried?

A knock at my door makes my heart stop. For a moment, I consider pretending to be asleep, but then his scent reaches me.

When I open the door, the sight of him steals my breath – powerful and beautiful in the morning light. But it’s his expression that makes my heart race – hungry and soft all at once.

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Chapter 64

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