Page 18 of Merciless & Mated

“If you despise the idea, we’ll stop by a clinic on the way home. Kids in this life go through enough shit. I’m not setting one up to be raised by a mother who hates them.”

Her eyes were shiny when she lifted them to me, tears clinging to her lower lashes. “I wouldn’t hate them. This is all just too much right now. I can’t cope with that possibility on top of having my entire life ripped apart and then trying to navigate things with a woman you keep warning me about. I have to be able to settle in before I can even think about this.”

“And what if I want to see you carrying my child, all round and beautiful, claimed from the inside out? I’ve heard omegas get ravenously desperate in the fourth month. That could be fun for everyone.”

Gianna swallowed hard and dropped her gaze, her sweet peach tea scent overwhelming the salt of her tears. “You’re playing with me. If you want it, there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

I tipped her chin up and pressed my lips to her cheek. She didn’t fight it, but neither did she give me what I was looking for.

“Isn’t bonding me enough?” she asked. “What else does the alliance need for this to be secured?”

“It’s enough for that,” I agreed. “Maybe I’d like to see my kid before this life claims me as quickly as it does too many others.”

She locked her arms around me, a tenderness I hadn’t been expecting. I smoothed a soft hand over her hair, not wanting to spook her, but also not wanting to let her action go unmarked.

“You shouldn’t play with me about this.”

“You should be less fun to play with, then.”

Gianna turned her face and let her forehead rest against my chest. “I think you should make sure you did it right.”

It took me a half second to process what she’d said before my scent surged and hers rose in response. “Now who’s playing?”

“I’m being serious.” She tilted her head up, her blue eyes wide. “There’s not that much time left, alpha. You should make sure your omega has everything she needs to give you what you want.”

I growled low and slipped my fingers into her hair. “Little hellcat, are you that eager to get bred?”

Her pupils dilated and the richness of her slick filled the air in a fresh burst.

“Tell me all about your fantasies, omega. Let me fulfill each one.”

Gianna chewed her lip, silently debating with herself. “If I let you put a leash and collar on me, can I put one on you?”

“You can do anything you fucking want.”

She inclined her head toward the door. “Get them, then.”

It took less than a minute to procure what she had asked for and she sat, obediently for once, while I fastened the thick collar around her throat and secured the clip of the leash before letting her do the same to me.

She gave an experimental tug to the leather. “This is way hotter than it should be.”

“Have you played with it before?”

Gianna shook her head.

“Time to learn, then.” I gave her leash a yank and drew her down to my cock. Her mouth felt just as exquisite as the first time, except now she was a more enthusiastic participant. There was something so fucking intoxicating about her being held down while my cock made use of that pretty pink mouth. After a few sweeps of her tongue, I pulled her off and leaned down until we were nose to nose. “Present for me.”

I bit down on a moan as the scent of her slick hit me in a fresh wave. Gianna climbed into position, pressing her cheek to the bed and lifting her hips into the air, her toes hanging off the edge. Her cunt glistened, wet and ready for my use. She kept hold of my leash over her shoulder and I kept a steady hand on hers, pulling it taut as I fucked into her dripping core. She didn’t bother to hide her reaction this time, letting her moan emerge freely.

“More.” She gave a sharp yank on my leash and squeezed her cunt around me.

“Someone’s a demanding little slut.” As I said it, I wrapped the leash around my hand and grabbed both of her hips, setting a brutal pace that forced the most delectable sounds from her with each thrust. Her teeth sank into the leather of the leash, every perfect whine muffled, her whimpers spilling from between her teeth.

I cracked my hand against her ass; her pussy squeezed, and her eyes flew open as she yelped in surprise. Before she could protest, I pulled her upright by the leash and curled my fingers into the collar, reaching with my free hand to stroke her clit until she broke apart in my arms. Omegas were delightfully easy to ruin. Alphas took a bit longer, so I kept up my pace until she was writhing and I was on the edge.

“Marco, fuck—” I pushed her down and buried my cock just in time to explode. The feeling of my knot swelling inside her was incomparable.

Watching her pant and shiver, her fingers curling and flexing against the sheets, was a stronger power trip than any of the bullshit I had ever done for Bianca. Men had bowed before me, but that was nothing next to the sight of my omega coming undone. I teased her with slow strokes of my hands until my knot shrank enough I could ease out of her and flip her onto her back.

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