Page 26 of Omission: Part 2

Those same fingers knead and squeeze as they wander from my calf to my hip and then slip between us to press two thick fingers over my clit. Just pressing. Feeling me throb beneath the pads of his digits; I’m sensitive there. The way he claimed me after I marked him, and every time after, is ever present in the slight soreness each time I shift, but that only heightens my arousal.

I drip for him. Clench in need, and he must feel the quick flex of my entrance because he notches the bulbous tip and gives a short thrust. Leonardo feeds me a few inches, a taste to tease and drive me crazy with frustration, but not enough to come. He does this once, twice…five times, and then backs out as he continues to spread my wetness at a languid pace.

“I promised you two days ago that I’d claim you again. That once you left this bed, you’d never doubt my devotion to you ever again.”

“Never did.” A moan. Slight whimper.

“Then let me reaffirm that conviction.” No hurry as his cock, slick in my juices, slides through my labia and bumps my clit. He’s gripping the base with the same fingers he’d pressed against me, and each time he does, it’s like a pleasurable shock to my system. I can’t contain each moan that slips through my parted lips, or how I’m panting, my nails digging into his bicep in a silent plea, one he shakes his head at.

“Use your words, my precious one. I want to hear your need for me.”

“Claim me.” Two words, but nothing else is needed.

Heated stare on mine, Leonardo watches me through hooded eyes as he slides inside me again, this time to the hilt, gifting me with that familiar burn that set off pinpricks of pleasure throughout my body. I feel full, so content, and moan in appreciation. “My perfect girl. Feel so good.”

“Will it always be like this?”

“In this life and every single one that follows.”

His body lies over mine, covering me from head to toe while his girth flexes as he pulls out, dragging against my walls before punching back in. This is how he loves me, slow and deep while his lips kiss everywhere he can reach. Eyelids, cheeks, my mouth—my neck, where he bites down hard enough to break the skin, and I shatter, the orgasm slamming into me with the same intensity as his love.

But that isn’t enough for him, and my male continues, not picking up the pace but pumping in deep while one hand slips between us and presses down on my abdomen, feeling the imprint of his cock as my stomach bulges. It turns him on, how much smaller I am to him, and I can’t deny being grabbed, used, and manipulated to his liking turns me on too.

How he completely overwhelms me with his size.

Gives me no choice but to take the pleasure he so freely gives, and as I tighten around him again, his mouth skims my ear. His heavy breathing—those sexy male grunts—steal my breath.

“There has never been, nor will I ever desire, another female, Anaya. You are where I begin and end. You are the very air I breathe, my precious one, and I’d rather die than give my seed to another.” His pace picks up, slamming in and out of my sensitive core now as he chases his pleasure, pulling aftershocks from me. I’m trembling, lips parted on a silent scream as my hands clutch him closer, fingernails breaking the skin of his back as he thrusts in deep a final time and stills. “My mate. My queen. Let me live for you.”

Each word is a guttural plea.

His groan is so deep it travels through me.

But more beautiful than those reassuring truths is the feel of his spend filling me to the brim.

No one else will ever experience moments like this with either of us. We are one.

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It takesus a few hours to make it downstairs and into the dining room where we find Leo's sisters sitting beside one another and whispering. The words between them are fast, no more than gibberish from where I stand, but my eyes are drawn in by their respective glasses. One holds a long-stemmed champagne flute, the contents of which look like blood—red and thick from exposure to oxygen—and the other drinks sparkling water while holding back a grimace between sips. So different, yet the same, and it's amusing to see how each mimics the other's mannerisms.

Twins in looks, but it's the identical behaviors that stop me.

I've never spent time with them together, always apart, and this is different.

They talk with their hands. They roll their eyes the same way mid-response before tossing their red hair back.How both pairs of eyes: one blue, one green, snap in our direction simultaneously and narrow the moment Leo clears his throat. “Who are we burning at the stake today?”

“You, if your mate allows it,” Gabriella answers, not missing a beat, giving me a wink. “Or did you have other plans today?”

“I do.”

“I already know, and we'll be leaving with you after my nap. Xadiel won't allow us to depart otherwise.” Isabella smiles sweetly at her sibling, amused by the low growl beside me. “Behave, brother. You wouldn't want your mate to think you're a brute.”

“She likes my uncouth behavior just fine.”

“She can speak for herself, too,” I interject, and that sets the two women off, high-fiving each other before Isa pushes the chair beside her out. Points at it and then me, while Gabriella picks up her phone and sends a text. “Thank you.”

“And where am I allowed to sit?” Leo barks, eyes shifting around to notice two missing members of the family. No wolf. No vampire.

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