Page 8 of Omission: Part 2

Nipping the area just above her right nipple, I drag my teeth across her soft skin to her left breast and give it the same attention. I lick, tug, and suck on the tip before following its path down the underside where I leave another small bite. Harder. Then I love her a little lower, licking my precious one from her sternum to the area just above her mound and then back up again, cradling my hips at the juncture of her thighs.

Anaya’s watching me with those hooded eyes, her lips parted and small, panting breaths escaping those supple lips. She follows my every move, taking in the way I grip myself and the pearl-like beads that pool at the tip before dripping onto her pussy.

Her hunger matches mine. It ripples through the bond, and it’s tinged with a bit of frustration.

Take it, baby. Tell me what you need.

Slowly—reverently—I stroke myself against her clit. Just to let her feel me, the tip of my cock kissing her bundle of nerves before dipping lower until I’m notched at her entrance. I do this a few times, spreading my pre-come and her slickness while her hidden wildness makes an appearance.

She’s stopped all movement as I press forward, feeding her two inches, and then I pull out.

Another stroke, just a little deeper, and her eyes narrow.

On the third pump of my hips, Anaya lifts her right hand and cups my chin, her fingernails digging in. That bite of pain makes me shiver, my lips curling up at the corners while Aya’s lift, showing me her fangs.

“Something wrong, precious one?”

“Love me, my king.” She’s flushed, her cheeks rosy and mixed with a fine mist of sweat that covers her body from head to toe. “Ravish and break me before you baby me, Leo. I give you all of me, but please, just don’t make me wait anymore.”

“Good girl,” I grit out before slamming into the hilt, not pausing to let her accommodate my size before pulling out and stroking deep once again. Immediately, my mate screams and her hips buck up to meet mine, all the while the hand on my face pets me, fingers caressing from jaw to lips. Her digits linger on my mouth for a few seconds on the third pass and I take two, sucking and nipping them while my hips pump in sharp, hard strokes.

Squelching noises fill the room, the sound obscene yet beautiful, and I close my eyes for a second to enjoy them. My cock drives deep and her back arches—completely lifting off the bed until nothing but her shoulders touch the mattress.

I follow the curves of her body with my hands, caressing and squeezing every inch of skin before slipping my arms beneath her back and gathering her close. Not a single inch of space between us, and if I’m holding her too tight, my queen doesn’t complain. Instead, she wraps her shaking legs around my hips and mewls, both hands now embedded in my hair.

“Please don’t stop,” my girl hisses just before I kiss her, needing another taste of her lips. It’s quick and rough; I devour and swallow every whimper as my tongue twines with hers. It’s a little sloppy, and more than once her sharp fangs break my skin, but that only heightens our hunger.

I fuck her with a frenzy—almost as if I were experiencing a rut the way werewolves do—and punch my hips so hard we move up the bed. Her head meets the tufted headboard, one hand leaving my hair to brace against the ostentatious furniture, yet her hips don’t stop moving.

For as much as need drives me, hers is right there with mine. She hums at the light taste of my blood, her lips tinged a light red, but it’s the sudden gasp that breaks through the fog.

“Oh Goddess, Leo.Oh!”

I don’t stop fucking her, sliding in and out of her wet heat. Loving the tightness, how her walls flutter and contract as she writhes in my arms, but I do take note of a few small changes.

Her violet eyes are almost black, and a small ring of the purple I love is left as the pupils expand. Then, there’s the goosebumps rising across fevered skin; she’s flushed and shivering, her toes digging into the small of my back.

And lastly, I find the imprint of my cock causing her stomach to bulge. Just a bit. Enough that I can make out just how deep I fuck her when the head sits a few inches below her belly button.

“Fuck, precious one,” I grit out while lowering her back on the bed, yet keeping her pelvis tilted. One hip is in my grip while the other hand presses down on her lower abdomen so I can feel myself fuck her. “You’re a gift. A sinful treasure.”

“I’m so close.Please.” It’s a whine. Another call to her male; I reply with a hard slam and bear down, feeding her every solid inch of my dick while stroking the tip of my thumb across her unhooded clit. At the moment, I feel more magic than man, the blood in my veins throbbing as I pulse against her walls.

And fuck me, she clenches so hard.

Anaya’s mouth opens, but no words come out. Not a single sound, but her cunt works my length in response, matching my aura’s vibrations with a velvety massage that pulls the first rope of come from me with ferocity.

I’m powerless against her. Owned by this tiny fae.

My balls are heavy.

My chest is so full of love for her.

“My beauty. My queen.” This time I graze her bundle of nerves with the blunt edge of my fingernail before slamming in and out three times in rapid succession, fighting through my pleasure to take care of her. “Come for your king, love.”

One soft touch, a single stroke, and Aya rewards immediately.

Those violet eyes shut and her head tips back as an orgasm slams into her, causing Anaya to scream for me. “Goddess, Leo. Oh,fuckme.”

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