By the time Fabio had gotten them both into his chambers, Giselle was soaking wet and reeking of the heady aroma of sex and heat.
Her eyes were glazed over but yet she writhed against him albeit unconsciously. It was pure instinct; the way she worked her hips towards his, breaking into watery sobs in between moans when he didn't reciprocate immediately.
"Fabio—Fabio, please–" was all she could gasp.
She could vaguely feel the soft mattress beneath her and her dress slipping off. It didn't matter. She could be anywhere or wear anything, as long as his knot was inside her by the end of the night, that was all that mattered to her omega. Fabio, on his part, was finding it more and more difficult to endure. He knew that spending her heat with her would no doubt result in a knot—his alpha could restrain himself, but certainly not against the pangs of his mate in heat. A knot, which on a normal day, was something he wouldn't want to grant his accidental wife access to.
She didn't let him think about it for too long.
Her legs were strewn open and he could clearly hear the lewd, unmistakable sound of slick against skin. She was fucking grinding on his mattress, brows scrunched together like she was in pain and fingers squeezing the life out of his duvet.
"Tell me you want this." Giselle was so out of it, she could only respond with a moan. "C'mon Giselle say it. Can't spend a heat with you otherwise."
She replied with a whimper, canting her hips onto his with what little strength she had. "W-want…Fabio…"
With a harsh curse under his breath, Fabio pushed his loose hair away from his forehead and tried to think. He knew very well he couldn't simply leave her to spend the night alone without help; an omega in heat was even more delicate than a pregnant one. After he'd unbuttoned and tugged through layers of clothing to undress her, he pulled off her soaked underwear, inhaling harshly at the heady aroma of slick.
Her pussy was impossibly wet and shiny in the candlelit darkness, just begging to be fucked.
Fabio's mouth watered. This was not like a simple one night of pleasure with a mistress he didn't care for. Whether he wanted it or not, Giselle was his and thus, her pleasure was his as well. So as she writhed on the bed, her head thrown all the way back and hips spread apart for him to take what he wanted, he could feel it all. Every pulse of want, every squelch of slick, every dark desire that rushed through the godforsaken bond.
He spread her legs even further apart, settling himself beside her with his back against the headboard. When the first digit slipped inside her, Giselle arched like a bow, grinding back onto his fingers. Little by little, he added more, fucking her rhythmically with the middle and index at first, then adding his ring finger after a while.
She was so responsive; holding on for dear life to his forearms whilst chasing his fingers. Perhaps it was just her heat but when the Wolf King recalled their first night together, it didn't seem simply so. As her voice grew in pitch, Fabio's pace increased as well until he was hands-deep inside her, matching her moans with desperate pants of his own.
He wasn't usually vocal during their mandatory couplings but the pungent smell of omega heat was too much for even a mated alpha to endure. Unwanted growls came from deep in his throat and he wrapped his arm around her chest, fondling breasts.
He could feel when she came—her folds tightened and she bucked at the intensity of her orgasm, pushing deeper on his open palm.
"That's it. Keep going, again." It was like her heat had overpowered every thinking part of his brain. He could taste her sweet scent of blooming roses on his tongue as he withdrew his fingers, flattening his palm to rub against her clit aggressively.
At her high-pitched keen, Fabio nearly blacked out.
Slick sprayed onto the sheets in thick, wet volumes, each propelled forward by the desperate cants of her hips.
"Gods—Giselle, you–"
He rutted against her, harsh and purposeful, coming in his breeches with a guttural, drawn out moan. His lips found her neck on instinct, sucking and biting until he reached the gland where her scent was strongest. He latched onto it mindlessly, rumbling deeply in his chest when she came again, grinding weakly against him.
A beat passed as they both caught their breaths. Fabio leaned back on the headboard, his head meeting hard wood.
He could hardly believe that he'd just soiled his trousers like an inexperienced pup and yet…
It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
Bile rose to his throat at the thought of it. What on earth was he thinking? Being with Giselle in this manner was fast becoming a habit, albeit a pleasurable one, that he couldn't continue indulging. It was far from his original plan and yet, here he was spending time with her out of the necessary consummation ritual on their wedding night.
He turned to look at her and realized she'd fallen asleep. Exhausted, he slumped back against the headboard.
What on earth was this woman doing to him?
***
Giselle woke up to unfamiliar surroundings.
The bed was soft and wide. Not the usual four-poster canopy bed as she could tell from the lack of translucent pink curtains but even softer… fit for a king.
She sat up with a gasp, blinking away sleep as memories of the ball came rushing back. The room was dark and damp with her own scent and Fabio's. When she tried to stand, her vision swam but she didn't collapse like she'd expected. She felt clean, almost too clean for someone in heat and her heavy evening dress was gone, replaced with a sheer nightdress.
Faint light shone from a crack in the window, the moon's glow. It was still late at night. Staggering, she made her way to the ajar balcony door and gulped in the crisp night air.
"What are you doing out there?"
Fabio was standing in the near darkness of the room now illuminated by a single candle. She looked at it questioningly. He opened the French doors wider. "I don't sleep with any sort of light on." He said dryly. "Come back inside, you're letting in all the cold air."
"Why did you bring me to your chambers?"
Fabio arched a brow at her rising tone. Only then did her gaze fall below his face and she realized he was shirtless, dressed only in loose trousers.
His state of undress irritated Giselle even more. If she was miffed at being carted off into his room while in the throes of heat now she was utterly pissed at the sight of smooth pectorals.
"You don't remember?" He asked.
"Of course I remember. I am simply asking why here when I should have been taken to my room to spend my heat alone." Giselle said, trying to keep her tone even. It was no easy feat. This was a man, her mate nonetheless, that fucked another omega and embarrassed her a second time in front of the Court. "I also recall you saying that I am nothing to you, not even a figurehead. Why would you approach me during my heat? Have you no control of your wolf, Alpha?"
His face was murderous but she found herself not caring one bit. Perhaps it was her heat or just days of suppressed hate at being forced to play wife and Queen of a King who hated her just as much.
"I never—how dare you accuse me of having no control of my wolf?" He raged.
Outside, the wind was picking up, howling through the open balcony doors.
"Is it my fault then?" Giselle almost trembled at his spiking scent. Everything within was telling her to stop riling him up but she wouldn't listen. "Is it my fault that you so clearly lust for me?"
"I do not lust for you, Giselle, don't flatter yourself." Fabio bit back, snorting at the thought. He went back into the room, but she followed closely, relentless.
"Then why bring me here? I am no child, Fabio, I remember clearly what you said to me on our wedding night."
"Was I to leave you lying helplessly on the grass then? Any alpha would've snatched you right up, is that what you wanted? What type of mate will the Kingdom think me to be if I abandon you in such a condition?"
Giselle scoffed, staring straight into his wide-blown pupils.
"You've already told your Kingdom what type of mate you are, Fabio. You have made a statement to your people by your actions towards me, don't fool yourself otherwise. Despise me all you want, punish me however you see fit, it wouldn't change the fact that you have soiled your reputation using Countess Vivienne as your shield."
The bond was a wild animal, clawing at her lungs as she tried to breathe. His rage was suffocating her but she didn't look away for a second.
"I don't care for Vivienne." Fabio finally muttered after what seemed like an eternity. "And I don't care for you either."
Giselle's eyes darted down to her clean clothes and fresh night set. It unsettled her, how slick-free and odorless she was.
"Did you bathe me?"
He looked at her, tongue in cheek, not expecting the abrupt question.
"I–yes." He answered truthfully. "You smelled filthy."
A warm blush crept onto her face no matter how she tried to keep it at bay.
She couldn't spend a night here, she decided that very moment, else she would go insane.
"I will head back to my chambers for the night then."
A strong hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"You can't—My wolf won't let you."
Giselle shrugged his hand off.
"I'm not spending my heat with you–"
"–I didn't ask you to." he huffed, grabbing a shirt from a nearby chest, "You can stay here, my wolf will feel better if you do. Feel free to pull on the bell if you need an attendant. I have instructed only betas and omegas to be allowed into this wing."
"Where will you sleep then?"
Her eyes traced the tapered planes of his back before he slid on the nightshirt.
"Somewhere far away where you cannot tempt me."
"In the arms of your lover, is it?" The irritation was back like it had never left. "It's no surprise I guess. You did say you care for no one, but yourself. It wouldn't shock me if you didn't care for Genevieve either."
Giselle was choking. Firm hands gripped her throat and refused to release her no matter how she struggled. She staggered back, nearly knocked off balance at the force but Fabio's grip kept her standing.
"Don't tempt me to end this false union early, omega. I meant when I said you mean nothing to me. My wolf and I aren't the same being, don't mistake the instincts of my wolf for affection."
He released his grip and she fell to the floor, holding her bruised neck.
With a loud slam of the door, she was alone in his room, a single candle burning dimly on the table. The wind resumed its howling, blowing out the candle and plunging the room into darkness.
Minutes later, Giselle's heat pains resumed, more vicious than before, leaving her writhing and screaming into the pillows.
At the other side of the palace, Fabio could feel her pain in his gut and it made him sick.
The night was a long and sleepless one.