Page 65 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

He slides his palms up my sides and cups my breasts, rolling my sensitive nipples between his fingers. I arch into his touch, craving more contact, more friction. Zane smirks, seeming to enjoy how responsive I am to him.

“Do you want more, Aria? Do you want me to take you completely?” Zane’s voice is a low, seductive rumble. His hips press into mine, and I feel the hard bulge of his arousal straining against his jeans. He’s huge, and the thought of him filling me makes me clench with need.

“Yes, Zane, please,” I beg shamelessly, too far gone to care how desperate I sound. I just need to feel him inside me, claiming me, possessing me utterly.

“That’s Master Zane, kitten.” With a low groan, Zane captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue battling mine for dominance. He grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, though my other one is still loosely bound. The restraint only heightens my arousal.

Zane breaks the kiss to hastily shrug off his T-shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. My mouth waters at the sight, my hands aching to touch and explore, but Zane keeps a firm grip on my wrists.

“Not yet, Aria,” Zane says sternly, even as he shivers when I arch under him, rubbing my slick heat against his denim-clad erection. “You don’t touch until I allow it. Understand?”

I whimper and nod frantically. “Yes, Zane, I understand. I’ll be good for you.”

“That’s my good girl,” Zane praises, the words melting me even as they set my nerves alight with anticipation. He lowers his head to lavish attention on my breasts again, suckling and nibbling until I thrash beneath him, keening with pleasure.

Slick soaks my sheets, and I can’t even find it in me to care.

Zane releases my wrists so he can hastily unfasten his jeans and kick them off. His boxer briefs follow, then he settles between my parted thighs, the hot, heavy weight of him thrilling against my sensitive sex.

“You’re dripping, Aria… so wet for me already,” Zane growls, rubbing the blunt tip of his cock through my slick folds, coating himself in my slick. “I can feel how badly you need my cock.”

“Yes, Zane, please,” I babble, beyond words.

Zane’s dark, heavy-lidded eyes bore into mine. He leans down to murmur, “Lie still, Aria. No moving until I permit it. Be an obedient little toy for your master.”

I whimper my assent, trembling with the effort of obeying Zane’s command when every fiber of my being screams to grind against him. Zane pushes forward until just the tip of his erection penetrates me, and I stiffen, a strangled moan escaping me.

Zane sinks in a little deeper, his cock stretching my slick passage deliciously. He pauses, savoring the exquisiteness of my velvety walls gripping him. Then, excruciatingly slowly, Zane pushes forward until he’s buried to the hilt inside me.

I gasp, my eyes wide and stunned. Zane feels impossibly huge, his thick length pulsing against my fluttering inner muscles. Zane braces his forearms on either side of my head, resting his weight on them, not allowing me to squirm or buck up against him.

“You’re so tight, Aria,” Zane growls emphatically, his voice strained with control. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me, trying to milk me. I’m going to ruin this little cunt for anyone else.”

“Yes, Zane, please,” I gasp out, meaning it. I never want to feel this full, this complete, with anyone but Zane and the pack. His hips pull back and slam forward, driving into me with fervent, shuddering force.

Zane sets a relentless pace, pounding into my slick heat with powerful thrusts. He’s hitting that spot deep inside me that makes stars flare behind my eyelids. The obscene slap of skin fills the air, punctuated by my chanting moans.

“Yes, Zane, more, harder, fuck me!” I wail deliriously, all my buttoned-up poise shattered utterly under Zane’s ferocious onslaught. Zane gives an especially brutal thrust, and the tension coiled deep inside me unravels violently. I convulse around Zane’s length, clamping down on him like a silken vise as my orgasm crashes through me.

I scream Zane’s name in mindless ecstasy, my slick walls spasming.

“You ready for my knot?” Zane’s nostrils flare as he inhales my arousal, his pupils blown wide with lust. A guttural groan escapes his throat at the feeling of my pussy clamping down rhythmically around him, still spasming with the aftershocks of my intense climax.

“That’s it, Aria, take my knot,” Zane growls, thrusting his hips even harder, burying himself to the hilt inside me. I let out a strangled moan, my back arching off the bed as Zane’s knot stretches me impossibly wider. The added pressure sends sparks of pleasure and pain radiating through my core.

“Yes, Zane, give it to me!” I wail deliriously, wrapping my leg around his waist to pull him impossibly deeper. Zane snarls in approval, his knot locking us together as he begins to pulse and throb inside me, spraying thick jets of cum deep into my spasming channel.

“That’s it, my perfect little mate. Take every last drop,” Zane rasps raggedly, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside me. The feeling of Zane’s warm seed floods my womb, claiming me so completely it sends me hurtling into another mind-shattering climax.

I cling to Zane as I shake apart beneath him, muffled keening sounds spilling from my lips. Zane catches my whimpers with his mouth, swallowing them down as he licks into me.

Our climaxes seem to go on forever, trading agonizing pleasure that borders just this side of pain, before Zane finallycollapses on top of me, spent and panting. I feel his heart pounding, his skin slick with sweat against mine.

“That was… Fuck, Aria, you’re amazing,” Zane mumbles against my neck, still buried deep inside me. His knot locks us together as we bask in the afterglow of our explosive coupling.

I hum contentedly underneath him, sated and boneless. Zane lifts his head to brush a tender kiss against my lips, the intimacy making my heart flutter. His expression is soft and satiated, his gaze roaming over me like I’m his most cherished possession.

“Mine,” Zane murmurs, nuzzling into the curve of my neck possessively before inhaling deeply. “My mate. My perfect little toy. I’m never letting you go.”

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