Page 20 of Fever

“Take them off,” I command.

Leah wiggles in her seat, slips off her panties, then drops them on the floor.

“You will like this game. I know you will.”

I turn her chair away from the window, then push it all the way to the couch. Rope from mytilin hand, I wind it around my fist and bring it to her lips. She kisses it. Leah’s submission makes my blood colder, my cock raging hard. “When I bond you, the Serpent will gift me with red armor. Then I’m gonna fuck you with it erected.”

She looks up, eyes glazed over, pupils dilated but not like when she’s in heat. This is the real deal, her choice, not her body making her do things or other nonsense human Omegas come up with to excuse their sexual urges. As if there’s something wrong with sex. As if they need excuses to have sex. As if sex is all the fucking evil in the world. I’ll never understand this mindset, but I’ll do my best to entice a change for this particular Omega. “I’m into you, Leah, and I’m not gonna stop until I’m dead. You understand?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“I will fuck you hard and treat you well. You understand that?”

“Yes, Alpha.”

I grip her throat. She gasps. I squeeze and smell that pussy gush liquid. “We’re a match, aren’t we, baby girl? Blink twice foryes, once forno.”

She blinks twice foryes, and I’m pleased. I peck her lips and release her throat. “Take off the dress, the bra, everything.”

Naked Leah is a sight to behold. Her nipples are hard and ready for my teeth. Though I’d love to bite them and many other places on her body, she dislikes biting. I know this because Tabby told Arkin, and Arkin told me. Yes, we’re a bunch of gossips. No, don’t care. I don’t only scout locations, I also scout for information, and Arkin bonded with my best resource.

Leah may not like biting, but she loves the rope. I wrap it over her breasts, then the chair, and tighten the rope at the back. “Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Interlock your fingers.”

I get more rope and work it under her breasts, then strap her to the chair real good. The entire time, I avoid touching her. “Anticipating my touch is part of the game,” I say. “When you come, you’ll gush pussy juice in my face.” I tap her thigh. “Spread your legs wider.” I sit on the couch before her, leaning my elbows on my knees. An inch away from her face, our lips almost touch. Almost. I swipe my forked tongue over her bottom lip, releasing my scent. Leah groans and tries to lean forward. I lean back to blow on her left tit. The nipple practically salutes me. I chuckle. “When these tits fill with milk, I will suck it out of this breast.” I flick her nipple.

“Oh my God.” Leah widens her eyes.

“I don’t know why that’s surprising. Here you are, sitting bound to a chair, with no control over your body. It’s all mine. I will do what I want. I own you.” I close my mouth over her nipple, swirl my tongue, clamp the forked ends around the nipple and tug, watching her face for signs of pleasure or pain. I’m happy to deliver both, though I’m careful not to close my teeth over her breast.

Done sucking on the left breast, I leave it. Leah wiggles in her chair, sliding her pussy toward me. She props her feet on the couch. I grab her ankles. She’s watching me, panting, wants the cock, the knot, the mouth. “You’re a needy Omega. Look at the mess you made.” I point at the liquid on the chair.

She blushes and looks away.

I shake my head. “I’ll never understand why you’re embarrassed. Your parents had sex. Their parents had sex. Everyone has had so much sex, there’s billions of humans running around, and yet, here you are, ashamed.” I latch on to her right breast and suck, gently at first. When she throws her head back, chest heaving, her bottom nearly coming off the chair trying to get her gaping hole filled, I press her back down with a hand on her hip. She still wiggles. I suck harder, tickling her nipple with my tongue.

I think she can get off like this.

She’s fucking amazing.

“Wider.” I force her legs apart, then pull her bottom toward me. Her little pussy gapes, liquid trailing down, dripping off the chair. I’ll make Dreikx sit here tomorrow. This thought makes me chuckle, and I sit all the way back on the couch and bend so I can blow on the very important clitoris. Leah nearly comes off the chair. I hold her hips down, hovering my mouth over the little bud, tickling it with one fork of my tongue. Goose bumps rise over her skin. She’s covered in them.

I clamp my mouth over her pussy and lick some of that pussy tang, swallow so I’ll taste the sweetness of it in the back of my throat tomorrow morning. Then I clamp my mouth over her clit and purr. Slow and steady. Leah’s wiggling, head moving left and right, mouth open in a silent scream. She tugs her arms, but the rope doesn’t loosen. Fussing, frustrated, she can’t get what she wants. She says, “You bastard.”

I purr harder. The vibrations make her bottom rise, her body lock, and I know she’s gonna come. I slap her pussy. Liquid heat gushes out with her scream, which I’m sure the Horde guarding us hears clearly. I watch her ride the orgasm while I thumb her clit fast to really wring her out.

Done, she breathes hard, head thrown back, legs spread, relaxed. I gather up some pussy liquid and smear it over my chest, then lean back on the couch. Leah looks up, blinks.

I smile. “What’s a good girl say?”

“Thank you, Alpha.”

“Welcome.” I stand and walk away, then sit on the throne like the king of Leahland.

“Hey,” she calls after me, head turned.

“Hey,” I call back.

“Aren’t you gonna untie me?”

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