Page 16 of Soren

What if she is my heart-mate?

I press my lips together and banish the thought. No. I would never be so lucky.

Tonight is about her, and her only.

I carry her through the cracked bedroom door and kick it shut behind us. My senses crackle and spark like a bonfire as I carry her to the bed. It's a huge, luxurious four-poster with crisp white sheets and downy pillows. If I had my way, she'd stay here forever.

Lara makes a mewling sound in her throat and digs her nails into my back. She looks up at me, eyes wild and pleading.

"Yes," I say, and the word comes from the heart more than from my lips. "You're safe. I've got you."

She smiles and relaxes into my hold as I spread her out on the bed. It strikes me again just how lucky I've gotten as I behold the beautiful human female sprawled out before me. Are all the omegas like this? Are all humans like this?

The price we paid feels like such a pittance when I look down at her quivering bosom. Her flushed cheeks. Her thick, smooth thighs peeking out from the bottom of her dress. I take in the delicate fabric and commit it to memory -- she won't be wearing it for much longer.

"Lara," I murmur her name like a prayer and lean down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. She reaches up to cradle my face in her soft hands and I trail down to her lips, claiming them once more. She moans and shifts beneath me, and for the first time I let out a deep, rumbling growl as well.

Fuck.

I pull away from her lips only long enough to leave a trail of kisses along her jawline, over her neck, and down her collarbone. Her breath hitches at every touch. Her soft skin presses against me, hot and needy. And who am I to deny my omega?

I take the strap of her dress between my teeth and drag it down and over her shoulder. Each movement is measured, each breath of my own deep and husky. As much as I want to rut into her and hear her scream my name, she deserves so much more than that. She deserves to know just how much an alpha can provide for her.

And I intend to pass with flying colors.

One smooth, round breast falls free from her dress, then the other. Her nipples stand hard and erect, a dark, dusky color that begs to be worshiped. I brush my thumb over one while my mouth closes around the other, circling the bud with my tongue. She throws her head back onto the pillows and cries out, arching her body further up into mine.

"Beautiful," I breathe. My voice and breath hardens her stiff nipples further and I suck it into my mouth once more, rolling the nub between my lips until she's panting and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

Every time I touch her like this, her scent only grows stronger. The entire room -- no, the entire building reeks of it. Does she even realize what an effect she has on me? Does she know how badly I want to fuck her until sunrise, until my seed fills her womb to bursting with my child?

Her breath quickens.

She's about to.

"S-Soren..." Her voice, soft and pleading, is sweeter than the richest honey. She trembles at my every touch. Gasps at my every word.

If she's so sensitive already, I can only imagine how rapturous our mating will be. I could watch her like this all day, but she -- and I -- need more than that. Much more.

I move away from her breasts, trailing my hand and my lips down her supple curves to meet her hips. Her dress is beautiful, but in the way, so I hook one hand behind her back and lift her up enough to pull the fabric over her head.

And what a sight she is. Laying there, completely naked save for her drenched panties, writhing and panting and all but begging me to fill her.

Going slow like this is torture. Pure, sweet, infinite torture -- but I want to remember every little curve of her body. Every soft sigh and shuddering gasp. And the first time she comes apart around my cock, I want to see her face, hear her cries, and fix it in my mind forever.

I slip my fingers under the thin fabric of her panties and pull them down slowly, encouraging her to help me along. Lara takes the hint and kicks them off so quickly she nearly nails me in the face.

Adorable.

I chuckle and kiss her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Everywhere but where we both need it most. My touches orbit the area, growing closer and closer each time, until I'm inches away from her weeping folds.

They told us that our assigned mates would produce a mating 'slick' to ease the process along, but I had no idea there would be so much -- or that it would be so utterly delicious. Her scent is enough to drive me wild on its own, but with this...

I press my nose to her mound and breathe deeply, filling my lungs with her arousal. My little omega is already so close, just from the way I tease her. It is but the first of many orgasms she will have tonight, if I have anything to say about it.

With that, I part her lower lips with my tongue. I tease her entrance first, licking my way up to her swollen bud. I lick circles around it as she cries out and tenses around me, and when I take it into my mouth and suckle every so gently, she screams out my name, bucking and thrusting and spasming against me.

"Soren!" Her voice cracks with the intensity of her cry. That only makes me want her more. I will take everything she has to give me, and then even more than that.

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