Page 108 of Feral Omega

"Let go," I growl against her flesh. "Come for me, little rabbit. Let me taste you."

As if my words are the key to unlocking her pleasure, Ivy shatters. Her back bows, a keening wail tearing from her throat as her climax crashes over her. I lap at her greedily, drinking down every drop of her release as aftershocks wrack her trembling frame.

Only when she whimpers from overstimulation do I finally pull away, pressing a last, tender kiss to her milky inner thigh. I rest my cheek against the soft skin there, breathing in the heady musk of sex and satisfaction that clings to her.

For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing and the shuddering sound of her purrs. Then Ivy's fingers card gently through my hair, nails scratching lightly at my scalp in a way that has me rumbling with contentment. I nuzzle against her thigh, allowing myself this moment of vulnerability.

"You taste like heaven," I murmur, voice rough with desire. "Could spend hours feasting on you and never get my fill."

Ivy shivers, a breathy laugh escaping her. "Is that a promise?"

I lift my head, meeting her gaze with heated intensity. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm just getting started with you."

In one fluid motion, I surge up her body to claim her lips in a searing kiss, taking care not to brush up against her wounded arm. She moans into my mouth, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue. The knowledge sends a fresh wave of possessive hunger through me. Mine. All mine.

My hands roam her curves, kneading and caressing as I map every inch of her. She arches into my touch, skin flushed and slick with a fine sheen of sweat. So responsive, so goddamn perfect.

I trail kisses along the graceful line of her throat, pausing to suckle at her thundering pulse. She gasps, head tipping back to grant me better access as her nails rake down my back. The sting of pain mingles with pleasure, stoking the fire raging in my blood to an inferno.

"Tell me what you want," I growl against her skin. "Tell me how to please you."

Ivy's breath hitches, crystalline eyes meeting mine with a mix of trepidation and raw need. "I... I want to feel you inside me," she whispers. "Please, Valek. Make me yours."

A savage growl rumbles up from my chest at her words. I capture her lips once more, pouring every ounce of my hunger and desire into the kiss as I settle between her parted thighs.

"Are you sure you're ready for me?" I rasp, hips grinding into the juncture of her thighs so she can feel every thick inch of me. Each of the nine evenly spaced steel bars running along the top of my cock like a spine.

Her eyes flutter open in surprise as she feels them. "What are…?"

"For your pleasure, little rabbit," I purr against her lips. "You'll see soon enough."

"Please," she whispers, the word little more than a broken exhalation. "I need..."

I hum in satisfaction, already lining up the broad head of my cock with her entrance. "Don't worry," I purr, the words a dark promise. "I'm going to give you exactly what you need."

And with that, I sheath myself inside her in one powerful thrust since she's already been thoroughly prepared on all counts, swallowing down her shocked cry with another kiss as her tight heat clenches like a vice around me.

Bliss.

Pure fucking bliss.

Like coming home.

I still for a moment, letting her acclimate to all ten inches stretching her so wide. When her breathing evens out, I begin to move, each deep, rolling thrust driving me deeper into her sweet core.

Ivy clings to me, nails scoring delicious lines of fire down my back as she meets me stroke for stroke. We move as one, give and take.

Distantly, I'm aware of Plague's gaze boring into us, no doubt taking in every sinful detail. But I couldn't care less, too lost in the slick glide of our flesh, in the broken sounds of pleasure Ivy makes with each piston of my hips.

It's not gentle. I don't have it in me, this wild thing inside me demanding I stake my claim, that I rut into her until she's ripe with my seed.

But she takes it beautifully, yielding and pliant even as she urges me on with breathless pleas for more, harder.

I think she likes the piercings.

Release barrels down my spine like a freight train, my thrusts growing erratic as that pressure builds at the base of my cock. I'm so close, balls drawing up tight to my body as I hurtle toward that razor's edge.

But something isn't quite right. No matter how hard I try, I can't get my knot inside her. It catches on her entrance, refusing to pop past that tight ring of muscle no matter how much I angle my hips or adjust the depth of my strokes.

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