Page 37 of Outcast Island

And he ismine.

His addictive taste slides down my throat like fine liquor, burning all the way down in the best of ways. It makes me sigh as I relax into the bed.

I’m not in the nest I had made anymore, which dampens my enjoyment, but I am still in a place that belongs to Magnus. He must have bloodmisted us out of his lair and to somewhere safer out of pure necessity. There’s a faint scent of charred flesh that reminds me of burned woodsmoke.

Magnus was hurt?I wonder, but his confident strokes over my sex assure me he is already healed—thanks to my blood.

A surge of pride warms my chest at the knowledge that I am useful to him, but I don’t like that we had to relocate.

I know he wouldn’t move me from my nest unless he didn’t have a choice. It doesn’t surprise me that Outcast Island has proved to be unsafe.

And wherever he has brought me, it holds a deeper meaning to him that feels right. His lair had been a prison—a luxurious one with a dragon stone-powered shower and all the amenities one could ask for—but a prison all the same.

It had a bedroom door with iron bolts and the cold danger of rival vampires lurking around every corner.

A taut sense of danger that I had always sensed in Magnus seems dampened here. His fear of discovery isn’t a fear of our lives—it has to do with something else.

My tongue grazes his in praise for the shift in his emotions. I will reward him when he demonstrates control—as well as releasing anger which he has held onto for far too long.

He returns my praise with the pressure of his touch, spreading me open before he curls his fingers inside of me. I hum against him, but I’m still unable to open my eyes.

“Can you hear me, little diamond?” he asks.

I can barely manage the word “Yes.”

He purrs in approval and the sound makes wetness gush out of me and onto his fingers. He gathers it and stimulates my clit, then he must bring his fingers to his mouth because he hums in approval. “You taste delicious, my Omega. So ready for me. You’re coming out of torpor, which means you need my knot to fully awaken. Are you ready for that?”

Torpor? That explains why I feel so peaceful.

While the fact I went into torpor is fascinating, the promise of his knot interests me more.

Excitement spears through my core. I’ve felt empty for so long and the soreness within me will finally find relief.

“Yes,” I manage to utter.

And then he holds me against him as he braces me. “This is your last chance, Omega. Tell me to stop, if you need to, and I will.”

He waits until I lick my lips and manage another sound of agreement, but it’s more a mewl of my sharp need that makes me dizzy than a word.

It’s agreement enough.

When he enters me, I suck in a breath.

He takes his time sliding into me. My wetness gives him all the lubrication he requires to ease into me with blissful agony.

Because he’sbig.

Widening my legs, I try to make room for him as he sheaths himself into me, filling me up until he’s all the way inside. He’s so big that my body already feels stretched and impossiblyfull.

So big,I marvel.

Or maybe I’m small because I’m an Omega. The combination makes him massive to me in comparison, but my body seems to thrum with excitement as my insides practically seem to rearrange to accommodate him.

He pauses when something sharp twists my insides and he frowns. “Stay still,” he commands me.

I don’t have to obey, but I do when he eases out of me. A whimper mewls from my mouth without the fullness he was offering me. He slides three fingers inside of me and pulls my knees to my chest.

“You’ve been implanted,” he informs me.

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