Page 26 of Thief

Perhaps he’s feeling awkward, too.

I clear my throat, but it comes away as a whine, because my womb is positively pulsing with need. “How… How did it go?” I ask.

“Well.”

I fix my hair, think of showering and getting dressed, then opt out of both. “What are you thinking?" I ask.

“I’m not thinking at all.”

“That’s good. I’m tired of thinking too.” I glance at the piles of trays on the roof-patio. “Are you hungry?”

Eron crosses the room, stops before me, and kisses my cheek, lingering longer than necessary. I hear his soft rattle and the moment it turns into a purr, luring me to step closer. And so I do. I lean my cheek on his chest, where his purr makes my pussy walls pulse. I grab his biceps and squeeze, at the same time as he grabs my hips and brings our bodies flush together. His erection rests on my belly, and I look up into his black eyes.

“I missed you,” I tell him.

Eron’s eyes widen, and he peels his upper lip. “Is that so?” He grabs my shoulders and turns me around. “On your hands and knees. I will mount you now.”

I drop to my hands and knees, my ass up, pussy walls pulsing in anticipation, spilling a liquid trail down my thigh. I’m no longer embarrassed, self-conscious, or even caring of how he’s gonna mount me. Only that he does.

Eron plants his feet on either side of my body, and his cock’s head touches my pussy. I push back, eager to receive it, but he stops me with a fist in my hair. He yanks me up. His breath at my ear is a purr, and my eyes roll at the back of my head.

“It is imperative," he says, "that you don’t move while I mount you. I have been imprisoned, starved, challenged by the Horde Alpha, and denied my Omega’s pussy for five spans, all the while knowing she was in heat. I’m close to a rut, and I refuse to break you. Behave, Kate. Do nothing but submit to me completely. I promise, I will take you to a state of blissful ignorance, where the mind ceases thinking of all things besides the ways of how my cock fills your pussy.” He presses me back down, hand on the small of my back. “Still, Omega. Be still.”

His cock glides inside, and he chuckles. “So ready for me.”

My relief is audible, and when he closes the fingers of both hands around my throat and squeezes, my eyelids drop. I surrender so completely, I forget he’s controlling my breaths. All I feel is his thick cock, moving in and out of me, my cramps no longer painful. Instead of the pain, orgasm builds, and I relieve myself—once, twice, three times. Liquid heat coats his dick but doesn't leak out of me as Eron picks up his pace. My breasts sway, his balls hit my clit, and I grab his ankles and hold on.

Eron growls and releases my throat. I press my face against the blankets, while he buries himself to the hilt and stays there, unmoving. I whine. He grabs my asscheeks and grinds my pussy against his groin. It feels like his dick is halfway up my body, hitting every sensitive part of me. I welcome the jet of seed he shoots with such force I sense the stream filling my womb. His orgasm lasts for minutes, not seconds, during which I come several times.

It is as if our bodies are meant to be joined for eternity.

Though I have no previous experiences with Alpha males, I’m pretty sure this kind of union is unique to the Alpha – Omega pairing. The kind of pairing his mother talked about. The one I feared most. I no longer dread submission. I accept it. Crave it. It feels so good. Probably the best thing in the world.

His knot inflates and locks us in place.

Eron collapses and takes me with him.

We’re spooning, my back to his chest, my head resting on his bicep. I move my hair away from my face and neck. He takes the cue and kisses my neck. Licks it, grazing it with his teeth, while his hand travels between my legs to stroke my clit. Sensitive, I buck but have nowhere to go, and he chuckles as he strokes me, the hand my head rests on coming up and around my neck. I’m locked in place, my body flush with his, his knot inflated inside me.

“Spread your legs.”

I do.

He slaps my clit.

I scream and come, my pussy milking his dick.

Eron groans and whispers at my ear. “I’m addicted to you, Kate. Completely and utterly obsessed.”

12

Kate

Eron and I did not leave the bedroom for five days, during which time I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I can’t remember if I ate or drank or even used the bathroom, but I remember all the different ways he fucked me—floor, bed, against the wall, bent over the back of the chair. Finally, today, he seems exhausted, while I’m still horny, though not as horny as I was. Or maybe I just like having sex with him. It sure is the best sport in the world. Eron gets the golden medal.

The morning rays hit my eyes, and I shield them by climbing on top of Eron and allowing my hair to curtain my face.

He blinks his sleepy eyes open and groans. “I never thought I would say this, but is it not over yet?”

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