Page 42 of Omission

“Listen to me and listen well, my mate.” His words are punctuated by the thrust of his hips against me, the blunt head of his cock separating my labia. They part for him, I’m so wet and swollen, and the only thing I can do is close my eyes and feel. “Open them. I want those violet eyes on me.” They do as if his word is law, and I’m rewarded by a quick nip to my bottom lip. “Good girl. Focus on me.”

I swallow hard at the praise, liking it. “I’m—”

“I only want you.” This time he swipes his tongue over the abused area, and my nipples harden further. The stiff peaks rub against his chest sending pleasurable shockwaves to my pussy. It’s like he has the map and key to my every erogenous zone, unlocking one at a time and I let him, moving my hips over his length without pause or doubt. My body just knows and I follow its lead, discovering with every gyration or touch what I like. “You, Anaya. I’ve lived over a hundred years knowing that someday my mate would come and I’d never disrespect or hurt her by desiring another. You will be my first and last. My only.”

“Swear it, Leonardo.”

“With my life. You’re all I’ll ever want.”

“I accept you.” No sooner have the words left me, than he turns ravenous. His gratitude is in the tight way he holds me and the near-desperate slide of his cock through my folds. In the way he slants his mouth over mine, stealing the very breath from my lungs while simultaneously giving me life.

This is my first kiss and while a part of me is nervous, I can’t deny the way it settles my soul. They’re contradicting emotions, from one extreme to the other, but the truth. The way his mouth presses against mine, the soft swipe of his tongue fights for dominance with the hard thrust, and the sinful way the swollen head kisses my clit with every stroke. Each pass fills me with wonder and this near-painful teasing leaves me breathless.

A breathlessness I try to bite back, but he doesn’t accept that. His tongue slips inside my mouth and caresses mine, twining and stroking at the same pace his girth brings me closer to an edge with a freefall that both excites and scares me.

But then he stops. All of it.

Leonardo pulls back just far enough to look down the front of my body, pausing where he’s hard and throbbing. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Please.” I need him to keep going. I’d never ask him to stop. “More.”

“Do you believe me? Understand that I’ll never want another?”

“Yes.” Almost a sob, that delicious friction that’s been building is starting to wane, and that is unacceptable. Hate it. “I believe.”

“Then don’t you dare hold back again, precious. Let me hear you.” It’s a growl against my mouth as he presses our lips together once more, as his chest and mine touch. The vibrations cause a shiver to run through me, for my hips to buck, and his head to notch at my entrance. Just sitting there and the implication and desires—our longing is the same and he pushes forward just enough that the stretch burns.

Two short strokes and my body clamps down so hard it’s nearly painful. “Take me.”

“Not yet, princess. But soon.” From the back of my neck, he moves his hand to the front and gives a light squeeze. “This was not about me today, Anaya. Right now all that matters is you…for you to realize that I’ll always take care of you.”

“Oh, Gods.” There’s a lick of heat building from the bottom of my feet and quickly moving up my body. I want to chase it. Own it. “What is this?”

“Us. Simply us.”

“Us?” I ask on a whine, trying to shift and take him a little deeper. It works and I’m gifted another small pump of his hips. I’m thrumming in his hold, whatever is building is close to bursting, and I’m knocked breathless when he brings the hand around my back between us. “Only us.”

A press of his thumb against my clit has me losing track of reality as pleasure, unlike anything I could’ve imagined slams into me. My eyes close and my body thrashes and the place between my thighs pulses in time with my rapid heartbeat. Time and reason cease to exist outside of this moment and I’m left a breathless, boneless fae a few minutes later when I stop shaking.

Wetness drips from me and onto him, I feel like I’m marking this male, and my inner fae loves it. I want to do it again.

“You can mark me as many times as you want, my queen.” There’s a hint of amusement in his tone as he answers my unspoken question. It’s also then that I notice he’s still hard and throbbing. My hand leaves his shoulder and tries to reach down, but he stops me with a peck to the lips and a shake of the head. “Rest, Anaya. We have the rest of our lives to play.”

14

ANAYA

“I see the fae bitch is still here, Aunt Lena.” A female voice says as her high-heeled shoes enter the kitchen. Everyone in the room looks up, but much to the owner's annoyance, they send a hostile glare her way. In the last week, I’ve learned that this witch isn’t liked among this peaceful coven.

She’s too hostile. Too childish.

It rubs the other females wrong and they’ve made their complaints known to whom they treat as their queen. Something, I’ve yet to come to grips with. In seven days, my life has changed dramatically—I no longer look over my shoulder or cry myself to sleep.

Instead, I spend my days getting to know the man who saved me. He’s sweet. Talkative when it comes to me and a no-nonsense leader for his people. Not cruel or mean—he’s giving while also keeping those who live here protected.

He helps those outside of this coven, too. Talking and messaging through his computer, always available to be an ear or settle disputes—walk through a portal and bless those new additions to his kingdom.

Then, there are those who choose to live on these lands. From the old to the young, and my favorites, the kitchen staff, they’ve made me feel more than at home.

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