Page 5 of Omission: Part 2

Moreover, the sound soothes something in my Wiccan king. That tightness lessens immediately, his face appearing almost boyish in his rest, and I bite back another wanton sound—I don’t want him to wake up just yet—while the pads of his fingers skim from one side to the other. Leo does this three times, tracing the roundness of each cheek, back and forth, before settling over the cleft.

There he taps a few times; Leo’s playing a tune only he can hear in his sleep. Something that escalates from sweet to dirty on the next sweep as he pushes against the parted flesh.

At first, I freeze, hunger warring with the unease of the unknown. I’d lost my virginity just a few hours ago, but the pressure feelsgood. Exciting. Moreover, the pulse that travels through the touch of mates—this electrical current that pleasures every cell in my body—is currently thrumming against the erogenous zone, and I welcome it.

My king’s touch.

The heat from his skin.

With each shiver he pulls from me, the goosebumps that rise across my sensitive flesh, I find myself pressing into his grip. Something he approves of, if the low growl in his chest is anything to go by.

My eyes never leave his face while he explores, though. I follow his unconscious petting and part my legs just enough to make it easier to reach what we both desire. Because I want this. My nerves don’t deter me or alter my desire for this man to own every piece of me. Just like the soreness, the imprint of his thickness from our earlier lovemaking doesn’t abate my hunger.

Each hole will bear his signature of ownership.

Each drop of my arousal is the property of King Leonardo Moore.

I vowed this the moment my fangs pierced his cock, leaving behind my mating mark. One he’s thanked me profusely for with each earlier kiss, stroke, and grunted praise.

And I’ve never felt so loved. So purely wanted for simply beingme.

Not because I’m a fae princess.

Not because of potential political gain.

No. This wonderful male made my first time beautiful and all about me.

Arching a bit more, I chase the next strum of his fingers and I’m rewarded by a slow sensual caress from hole to hole. He spreads my slickness, pressing a little harder, and the hard cock against my thigh jerks while a large pearl-like drop slides over my skin.

Its descent is like a slow caress that only serves to heighten the burning in my veins.

“Oh Gods,” I moan low, unable to stop the words or the wanton tone. And as if he’s heard me, my king slips a finger inside my still-tender pussy to the first knuckle. He doesn’t press it. Instead, Leo keeps it in place while his muscles tense for a moment, letting me know the king of all Wiccans is awake.

Neither of us moves, either. We don’t say a word as my wetness soaks his hand.

His eyes remain closed, yet his lids never cease their movement and his nostrils flare—while that sinful mouth tugs up at the corners, a smile that’s just as deadly as the rest of him.

“Fuck, how I want you, my precious one.” He slides that thick digit in a little more, the fingernail of his other hand biting into the flesh of my thigh that’s stretched over his hip. Spreading me further. Giving himself full access. Something he takes advantage of and begins a torturous slide in and out with his finger—almost leisurely—while I’m clenching and breathing hard. Near panting. “How sore are you?”

“I’d never deny myself being with you.”

At my response, his eyes open and they’re heated blues. A little sleepy still, but the hunger is open and palpable. “As much as those words are a beautiful gift, Anaya, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’d destroy me if you said no.”

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Finger drenched in me, Leo slips it out and returns to my puckered hole. He doesn’t enter, but instead circles twice and starts all over again. And again. It’s maddening and amazing and I push against his hand without conscious thought, but he doesn’t take it any further. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours. Anything you want, love.”

“You. Just you.”

“You’ve had me since the day you took your first breath. I’ve always belonged to my mate.” And if my words a few seconds ago pleased him,Leo’sfill me with a contradicting range of emotions that violently converge and leave me filled with pride, yet a bitjealous.

It’s the wrong time to deal with this, but I can’t control these storming reactions.

I’ve been docile all my life and almost died because of that flaw. My brother, a crowned prince brought up with the knowledge he was a king among the fae, tried to take my life. And in those few moments, when the poison took hold and I fought through the pain to come back to my mate, I vowed to never again ignore my instincts.

And right now, even as he continues to soothingly pet me, they’re blaring with warning. Something Ineedto remember.

While Leonardo may have never wanted another—of that, I have no doubt—I’m reminded then of Chiara’s unresolved behavior the day he brought me to his kingdom. Of the possessive way she looked at the male lying beneath me every time she was in his presence.

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