Rosemary, cloaked in shadows and silence, stared out the window, the labyrinth's whispering secrets a balm to her soul. Vernon, opposite her, was a coiled tempest, his crimson cloak mirroring the fiery anger simmering within.
The journey back to the Institute had been steeped in an uncomfortable silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic clopping of hooves and the occasional creak of the carriage wheels. The echo of Liam's growled claim, "Rosemary is no one's possession," hung heavy in the air, a thorn embedded in Vernon's pride.
He couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that had gripped him, the unfamiliar, possessive hunger that Liam's words had awakened. Rosemary, his Omega, yes, but also a defiant melody dancing beyond his control, a song in which other voices threatened to claim a verse.
"What are you thinking, Alpha?" Rosemary's voice, a cool brook slicing through the heated air, finally broke the spell.
Vernon flinched, surprised by the sharpness in her tone. He met her gaze, emerald eyes clashing with emerald, a war fought on the invisible battlefield of power and unspoken emotions.
"You are mine," he growled, his voice rough with barely contained frustration. "My Omega."
Rosemary arched an eyebrow, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. "And yet, here I am, riding back to your gilded cage, not by force, but by choice. Does that not speak volumes about my own agency, Alpha?"
He gritted his teeth, the wolf within him bristling at her defiance. "You challenge me, Omega," he hissed. "Do you not understand the consequences of defying your Alpha?"
Rosemary's smile widened, laced with a dangerous edge. "I understand all too well, Alpha. I understand the consequences of obedience, of being a pawn in someone else's game. And I choose, tonight, under this moonlit sky, to be my own player."
Her words, a whispered rebellion, hung in the air, a challenge echoing through the labyrinthine path of their journey. Vernon, taken aback by the fierceness in her eyes, found himself lost for words. The melody of Rosemary's defiance, once a quiet undercurrent, was now a rising crescendo, a symphony that threatened to shatter the gilded cage he had unwittingly built around her.
He looked at her, this Omega who had walked beside him into the jaws of darkness, whose defiance had saved his life, and a flicker of admiration, of understanding, began to melt the ice of his jealously.
He took a deep breath, the firelight reflecting in his eyes like molten gold. "I… I crave a child with you, Rosemary."
The words hung in the air, a bombshell dropped in the silence. Rosemary's breath hitched, her mind reeling. A child? With Vernon, the Alpha, the embodiment of the Institute's ironclad rules, the very person she had sworn to escape from?
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A child. The weight of the word settled in her stomach, heavier than any spell she had ever woven. It promised freedom, a defiance against the Institute's sterile control, a legacy born of love and rebellion. But it also threatened everything she had fought for – her independence, her safety, her very life.
She closed her eyes, her emerald orbs burning with unshed tears. Memories, sharp and painful, pricked at her heart – the exile, the whispers of betrayal, the constant fear gnawing at her soul. Could she risk bringing a life into this crucible of shadows, a child who would inherit the burden of her defiance?
Vernon's face, his emerald eyes alight with a love she had never dared to believe, haunted her. His promise of protection rang hollow in the silence of her chamber, the labyrinth holding a thousand ways for defiance to be crushed, love to be silenced.
"Rosemary," he rasped, his voice a low rumble against her ear.
She turned, her emerald eyes meeting his, a spark igniting in their depths. The shadows, once a threat, now seemed to dance in approval, their whispers a silent encouragement.
Without a word, Vernon pulled her towards him, his strong arms wrapping around her like a sheltering cloak. He put her gently on his lap, her crimson cloak pooling around them like a forbidden sunrise, her legs surrounding his waist.
Rosemary, her breath caught in her throat, felt a fire ignite within her, a counterpoint to the cool caress of the moonlight. His hands, warm and calloused, cupped her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
He leaned in, his emerald eyes searching hers, a question and a plea hanging in the air. Rosemary met his gaze, her defiance melting into a tender surrender. She closed her eyes, welcoming his kiss, the taste of moonlight and forbidden desire on his lips.
Vernon's hands, gentle yet firm, releasing Rosemary from her dress, just using his cloak to cover her, explored the curves of her body, his touch igniting a fire that had been dormant for so long. Rosemary, her fear a distant echo, clung to him, her own hands on his crimson cloak, a tether in the whirlwind of their emotions.
Rosemary wrapped her thin arms around his neck to offer kisses.
Vernon felt the softness on his lips, and started to take the initiative to keep sucking on her lips gently, and gradually getting go deeper, and it seemed like he was going to swallow her up.
Rosemary wanted to hide, but Vernon's hand firmly pressed on the back of her head, she could only allow him to nibble on her lips.
She could not breathe, and opened her mouth to get more air, but his tongue stirred even more wantonly inside her mouth.
Her body was getting more and more out of control, and if not for the fact that Vernon was holding her tighter and tighter, she was afraid that she would have already collasped.
"Mmm…" Rosemary hummed softly, both legs tightly clamped his waist, but unable to stop the big hot stick grinding towards her honey hole. The grinding made her wetter and hotter.
Vernon slightly lifted her hips, his desire pushed in. Rosemary could not help but releasing a tiny sound of moaning.
He then took the opportunity to rip open a slit in the cloak, with her white breasts shaking out of the cloak. The top of the red plums looked very tempting.
"Uh… Don't, uh bite…"
Rosemary looked at the head buried in her chest and couldn't help but grab his hair, "Gently…hmm…" The nipple was held in the man's mouth, sucked and licked, saliva coated her entire breast wet.
The man ripped open the other side of the robe, and his hand went in, vigorously kneading the breasts. The soft and wet tip of the tongue kept licking and teasing the nipple at the top, and in no time it was played hard and red as a small cherry.
Rosemary couldn't help but fell backward, as he circled her waist with one hand, her breasts stood up even more. Both his hands propped backward on her thighs, couldn't help but gently lift her ass and gulp that huge rod.
"Uhhh….."
Vernon grunted, abruptly pressed Rosemaryo's waist, pushing his desire in and kept pushing upward.
"Too deep…"
Rosemary propped herself up with her hands backward, her breasts were not gripped and swayed even more, swinging to mesmerize Vernon's eyes.
Rosemary couldn't take it anymore, the hot rod went too deep, poking her tender pussy to the point that it was crispy and numb. Her hands couldn't hold it up any longer, and her whole body gradually went backward. She did not expect the carriage suddenly ran up, the rod abruptly stabbed inside her even deeper, as if to break her flesh hole. The carriage suddenly bumped up on a big rock, her body shivered, and she went to an orgasm.
"Ahhh… I can't…" Rosemary moaned.
Vernon kept gasping for breath, both hands pinching Rosemary's waist to prevent her from escaping. The robe had been fucked loose long ago, from the towering breasts to the slender waist and the slutty pussy that swallowed his big stick, unfolding in front of him like a painting.
Vernon found it hard to resist, hearing the plopping and thrusting sounds from below, he could not help but cummed inside her honey hole. This time he cummed in deep, deep in the uterus in a way that vampire use to make an omega pregnant.
The carrige was overwhelmed with Rose and Whisky scent. Together, the rose and whisky wove a symphony of desire and defiance.