Page 25 of Rome's Mate: Hunted Omegas

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, wanting everything he had to offer.

When he was seated deeply inside of her, he let her waist go and started moving. She followed every move, amazed at how full she felt. He was rubbing against the walls of her pussy, making every sensation ten times more. The sensation of him withdrawing, then stroking deeply within her, built an inferno inside her that burned uncontrollably.

“No one has ever made me feel like this,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming.

“I’m going to knot you.”

“Yes, please.” She had no idea what a knot was, but she wanted everything he gave her.

Sweat covered her as he continued to pump in and out. She met him thrust for thrust, feeling her soul attempt to leave her body and fly around the room. He started to grow inside her, making the feeling she loved intensify until she let out a keening sound as her orgasm rolled through her. Sharp pain rolled through the space where her shoulders met her neck as Rome bit her. It turned into pleasure, melding with her intense orgasm. Amelia lowered her head and bit him, completing the circle. She felt and heard as he howled with his pleasure. She could feel his seed pumping into her. Then she felt a growth at the base of his cock that locked them into place.

It felt like the pleasure rolled through her for hours before her eyes finally closed. She was wrung out and didn’t have the energy to ask what a knot was and why his cock had blown up like that.

Amelia opened her eyes. She felt like her legs wouldn’t hold her if she tried to stand. She looked at Rome. Her hand shot to her mouth to hide the shock she felt. He looked worse than her. He had lost ten, maybe twenty pounds.

Rome groaned, trying to open his eyes.

“How many days?” His mate’s voice was hoarse and weak.

“Four.” She had been insatiable, and he rose to the occasion every time. His cock was tender. He let out a snort at the word immortal. It meant Jack shit when it came to a mate in heat.

“Knock, knock,” Sheela’s voice came along with the knocking at the door. “Cover up, I come bearing food.”

“I could eat a cow,” Amelia said.

Sheela walked in with a large tray that would go over both their legs. “Can you sit up, or do you need help?” she asked Amelia. There was no way she’d ever insult her alpha with such a question.

“I’ve got her.” Rome maneuvered Amelia until she was sitting against the headboard with pillows behind her back. Then he sat up and Sheela placed the tray over their legs.

“Everything looks good, thank you, Sheela.”

“You’re welcome, alpha mate.” She looked at Rome. “Alpha.” She dipped her head in respect before leaving.

“Alpha mate, that’s going to take getting used to. My ex-pack and a hunter were trying to kill me. Now, I’m mated to the alpha and have a new pack.”

“Don’t get comfortable. I’m not convinced there isn’t another hunter out there.” She nodded. It would make sense. Julie had been off their radar too long to be relied upon.

“I hear you.”

“Do I have to give you the same lecture as the teens?”

She laughed, couldn’t help it. “I’m listening to you, Alpha, and I hear you. I also agree with your reasoning. It would have been nice though, if Julie was the only one hunting for me.” Amelia drank her juice before starting on her food. She stopped mid-bite to give thanks to Luna. She wouldn’t be here without her watching over her.

“Why did Luna decide to protect me?” She’d been thinking about it for a while. All those babies that died along with their parents. She was glad not to be one, but why her and not one of them?

“The only one that can answer that question is Luna. You can ask, but don’t be surprised if she doesn’t answer.”

“I know.” If the female she’d been talking to was indeed the goddess, she was familiar with how she simply didn’t answer questions she deemed not worth her time. She doubted Lunawas going to have a heart-to-heart with her, including Amelia into her secrets.

Amelia started eating while she took in Rome’s room. The bed was big; she bet it was bigger than a king-size. The sheets and comforter were black. Why so stark? The walls were gray and the curtains he had up were a deeper gray. As a contrast to the walls? It was a male’s room, but it wasn’t a wolf’s room. It also wasn’t Rome’s room, even if he slept there. There was nothing here that stood for the wolf she mated. He was funny and could be sweet. Yes, he was alpha and demanded to be respected, but his people did that naturally, through trust, not fear.

“You don’t like our room?” He caught her eyes as she searched the room and the small frown she was trying to hide from him.

“I mean…” How was she supposed to tell him that his bedroom was depressing? The pictures on the walls were storms at sea. Why would he do this to his room? It was his personal space, and yet she couldn’t feel the male or the wolf in here.

“Redo it.” Her mouth hung open. She didn’t want him to think she didn’t like his space. She didn’t…still.

“About ten years ago, I brought in outsiders to modernize the town. I also brought in a team of designers to make sure that everyone had what they wanted in their houses. You want tile, marble, something exotic, it’s yours. We kept the exterior of the houses simple and went wild on the inside. The pack decided I needed my personal space remodeled as well. I may not have made the best impact on the designer. Everything she did for me was dark.”

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