Page 10 of Omission: Part 2

“My queen.” Arching, she gyrates her hips and my thick shaft spreads those slick lips, bumping her clit with every stroke. I’m not going to fuck her. I know she’s sore after taking me multiple times throughout the night, but I’ll never leave my precious one wanting. “I love you, Anaya. The gods blessed me when they tied our souls. When they made you the beat of my heart.”

“I—”

“Just feel me, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” I glide my mouth across hers before nipping her jaw. She gasps, but that quickly turns into a whimper as I press a little harder, rubbing her from tight hole to bundle of nerves and over again. And again.

I don’t stop when she begs me to fuck her in a low, keening tone or when she embeds her nails into my back, breaking the skin as the first wave of pleasure rocks through her. Instead, I grip my cock with one hand while the other wraps around the front of her neck, just holding her in place.

I squeeze a few times while I pump myself, hard and fast strokes while the tip of my dick continues to rub her clit, kissing the trembling bundle as she comes for me and her eyes roll back, my hand tightening around her neck and my cock until she’s covered in me.

Rope after rope of come lands across her cunt—her mound and clit—the clenching entrance soaked in our combined release. Soaked and slick and a pretty pink as it spreads and dribbles down to the sheets below.

I watch each drop as it slides, some lingering on her labia before following the path between her asscheeks and then to the bedding. And while I enjoy the view, I feel Anaya’s eyes on me.

Love the way my skin heats under her stare.

How my cock gives another jerk, already semi-hard for her as a few more drops of my spend fall on her skin.

My girl exhales roughly then, pulling my attention to her face where I find those lips curled in a devious grin. She’s also flushed and a bit sweaty, her sweet scent heady. “You made a mess, King Moore.”

“Not going to deny it.” I return her amusement with a smirk of my own while sliding the tip of my dick over our combined release. “It makes for a pretty picture, too.”

“Such a naughty monarch.”

“A completely feral deviant for you. Only ever you.”

Anaya’s face softens at that, her earlier reaction coming to the forefront. Through our bond, I felt her emotions: from jealousy to anger and then worry. There was also a touch of sadness that hovered around the edges of every other emotion, her body throbbing from head to toe because of her memories.

“Are you ready to talk, Aya? Tell me what happened earlier.”

She purses her lips but nods. “Yes, but I want to do it with Gabriella and Theodore present. This could affect us all…I think it ties everyone.”

“All of us?”

“Every kingdom.”

“Okay.” Lifting myself from her warmth after a final kiss, I climb off the bed before dragging her to the edge and then tossing Aya’s squealing body over my shoulder. My hand immediately goes to her ass, squeezing and kneading as I march us to the en-suite bath. We’re going to see my family as she asked, and Iwillfix whatever upset her earlier, but first I want to clean her up and then dirty her before lathering my female a second time.

“You’re a caveman. So brutish.” She’s giggling as I place her on her feet, turning her to face the shower wall furthest away from the rainfall water feature. Steam billows around us, the water lapping against my skin. “We’re supposed to be cleaning up, then talk…”

“And we will. I never want to feel like that again—you being anything but happy and content is unacceptable to me, my precious one.” My whispered words against the shell of her ear have the desired effect, and she melts back into me, not an inch of space between us. “But I need you to spread them first, sweetheart. I haven’t had my breakfast yet.”

A devious distraction, I admit, but just like I’ll destroy anything that harms her, the compulsion to reassure Anaya is just as strong. That taste of jealousy from earlier still lingers on my tongue, so tiny it’s barely discernible, and that much is intolerable to me.

As her mate, I take care of her and no one else.

I love her.

I breathe for her.

“Like this, my king?” she asks, voice coy. See the corner of her lips quirking a bit.

“Yes.” It’s bit out, my nostrils flaring as the scent of her arousal rises. Aya moans and pushes back against me as I slide two fingers over her clit before slipping them inside her already clenching hole. “And I’ll reward you for your trust, my love. First with my tongue, and then cock, before spilling your enemy's blood at your feet. So more it be.”

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“It’sgood to see you, Aya. How are you feeling?” Gabriella asks from her perch on Theodore’s lap an hour later, her grin cheeky while her husband gently runs his fingers through her red hair. He’s stroking the long strands slowly, mesmerized by the feel of them, while my sister emits a low purr and rubs the back of her head against his shoulder and his answering rumble reverberates throughout these dark walls.

Neither are embarrassed by the act, and those inside the vampiric throne room do not look their way. Instead, they bow before exiting, firmly closing the ornate doors as we stop in front of the dais where an oversized, blood-red tufted chair made of the darkest ebony and crushed bones stands proud.

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