Page 40 of Terror

She licks her lips and rises up on her elbows, kisses my chest, up my neck, all while my dick plugs her pussy, and I won’t move. She locks her arms around my neck and suspends herself from me like that, throwing her head back, neck bared. I tuck a hand under her ass and grip the globe, start moving the Omega on top of my cock, her slick pussy allowing me to glide her up and down with no friction. “You’re mine,” I tell her.

I move her on me faster.

“Tell me how old you were when they approached you.”

“Sixteen.”

They took advantage of her youth. I blame myself for not collecting human Omegas sooner. But I havetheOmega now. “I will avenge you as your God would with the War Horseman.”

“I believe you.”

Grunting, I lay her down and hover over her, move a stray black hair away from her face, then jerk my hips fast, as fast as I can. Tabby’s mouth opens again, her eyes wide. “Oh God, yes. More.”

I fuck her faster, and my balls draw up. This time, I don’t take my dick out. “Tell me you want my seed.”

“I want your seed.”

I spill inside her, clamping my mouth over hers to suppress our shouts. Jets of cum shoot out and keep shooting up her channel and inside her womb, my knot inflating before I’m done coming, locking Kitten to me, not letting a single seed escape.

I sneak a hand between us and stroke her clit until she comes. Over my knot, her pussy tremors feel fucking amazing, and I let her ride it out before arranging her legs and body so I don’t crush her. Though I want to squeeze her. She’s so cute, and personally, she’s the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

Those big slanted eyes look up at me. She licks her lips. “The knot is the best.”

I chuckle.

She licks her lips again.

Thirst. She’s wasted so much lubricant, her body needs refreshment. But I’m the dumb ass who bagged her downstairs and brought her here with no supplies. “In a few minutes, I’ll get us some water and food.” I adjust my purr, drop the volume, slow, seductive, soothing. She hasn’t slept. I just know she hasn’t.

Tabby frowns.

I’m not making any sense. “You must be thirsty.” I lick my own lips and taste blood, and as my senses slowly return to me, I realize I’ve rubbed all dirt, blood, and scents of the other people on my Omega. This bothers me. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I sniff her hair and smell my second-in-command. Now, I would like to take a bullet and pierce my skull. I can’t stand the smell. “Shower?” I ask.

Kitten smiles. “Yes.”

I kiss her forehead, linger there, watching the light fit through the tiny cracks on the roof. “How much money are we talking about?”

Kitten takes my hand in hers, and it’s a great feeling. She could’ve taken her blanket, something Omegas often do when uncomfortable, but she chose my hand. I squeeze. “Tell me.”

“My parents left me close to half a billion in assets and about ten million in cash.”

“And now how much is there?”

“Probably twice that much. I don’t have access to the numbers. I get monthly allowances.”

“And who gets the money if you die?”

“Charities.”

“And of course those charities are set up by Betaren people?”

“Yes.”

“Do we know names of those charities?”

“I know some of them, not all.”

“You will make a list for Dreikx, yes?”

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