"I watched Master Varg touching himself once" the blonde continued, her voice dropping to a gravelly, lustful whisper. She was pressing her body against another Omega, her breath hot against the girl's neck.
"He was so massive, so imposing... a titan of muscle and rage. I could feel the heat coming off him from across the courtyard."
The other girl giggled, a sound that made my stomach churn.
"He held me in his lap once," she bragged, her hands wandering over her companion's chest. "I was helping him clean his war wounds in the bath. He didn't say a word, just pulled me onto his lap. I could feel his heart beating against my spine like a war drum."
"He probably did it so you wouldn't trip over your own feet, you clumsy bitch," the blonde snapped, grabbing the other's hair and pulling her head back.
"He doesn't want a noble, fertile female. He wants someone he can ignore. Someone like... her."
