Page 34 of Own To Obsess

Within the bond she felt his anger scraping against her bone, but she didn't know what to do to soothe him. The shinnos summoning them was of course enraging for him, and she couldn't blame him for being angry, but the pressure of it caused her to breathe shallowly.

“Well, it is good you are here,” the Alpha said. “We are just making your Omega aware of….”

Kardos moved his hand across her stomach, pressing her closer to him as his other hand tilted her head to one side. He drew her complete attention when his nose trailed up the side of her neck, and she shivered at the feel of him scenting her, the rush shooting between her legs indicating that every inch of her body was alive for him. When he pressed his mouth on a specific spot, she hummed in delight, but when the sharp edge of his teeth dug into that spot, she gasped, a powerful jolt crackling through her whole body.

He sucked on her neck, and she became dizzy with so emotions running through her body, mind, and the bond. In the distance she could hear the voices of the Alphas, exclaiming, bellowing, shouting, but they had nothing to do with her. They were not important, not while her Alpha was completing what she had started.

The bond within her chest immediately writhed and rippled and shuddered, and then suddenly the weight that had been heavy in her chest lifted. She went limp, as Kardos lapped at the bite on her neck, sending flutterings of pleasure and peace shooting through her. Strangely, her nipples were hard, and she could feel her slick slippery between her thighs, as though the claiming bite had infused her entire body with need.

Kardos' hand found her breasts and began playing with her nipple while Shaya sighed, her head rested on his arm, loving the way he cocooned her, his hard body underneath, behind, and surrounding her; his heady scent dominated her nose. This was bliss. It was where she was supposed to be, and she knew it because the bond had changed. Instead of feeling like a heavy lump, it was now refined, more complex, and although within it there was some residual anger, it didn’t dominate the bond; it was the desire within it that outshone anything else. And the bond was vibrated and moved smoothly around her chest.

While he played with her nipple, his other hand lowered to slip into her panties and she squirmed in his lap as he played with her.

This time, the voices were clearer.

“—is not appropriate in this temple!”

She wasn't sure whether that was coming from the high chief or the other Alphas. She refused to open her eyes to check. She didn't care about what any of them thought, she only wanted her Alpha.

“—but if you do this, I promise you it will happen.”

She felt herself being lifted up and when she came back down, Kardos’ cock was forcing her wide. She moaned and arched her back, convulsing from his fingers still playing with her nub.

As he began to move her up and down in a steady rhythm, she couldn't help but gasp and groan at the pleasures of being in this position, cross-legged on his lap, his hips bumping up into her, pushing his thickness deep into her. All rational thought fled and she succumbed to the instincts of being with her Alpha. When his mouth closed over her claiming bite, licking along it, she hissed as a deep satisfaction coiled within her, sparking out to every sensitive part of her body

His hands were everywhere, squeezing her breasts, tickling her rib cage, flicking her nub, clasping around her neck. She couldn't quite get a sense of what was happening; all she could do was feel. And as his rhythm became more demanding, the pleasure became more intense.

She gasped as a volatile orgasm overtook her entirely, plowing through every reservation she had about the fact she was having sex in front of other people, and in the temple, which seem to be a significant problem based on what she had heard. But it couldn't be helped, her body did not want to abide by that, and neither did the Alpha who controlled it. He wrung the orgasm out of her, extending the length of it by grinding his hips when he was deep within, and torturing her nub with his expert touch.

Shaya could feel herself gush wetness—she had no doubt saturated his trousers, but Kardos clearly didn't care, because he lifted her up and began a new rhythm.

Shaya completely lost sense of time and place.

At one time, her Alpha was lying on his back as he gripped her hips and worked her on top of him, then she was facing him and he was lowering his mouth onto hers as he jerked his hips into her, and then another time, he was standing and she was in his arms as he held her steady, slamming her body onto his as he took her.

By the time he knotted her, she was exhausted, and sweat dripped from her brow and trickled down her back. They lay on the floor, on the cushion she had initially sat on, and Kardos pulled their nearby furs to cover them with.

He held her in his arms and watched her as her breathing calmed, and within the bond she felt the wonder that echoed in his eyes.

“I don't think we shouldn't have done that in here,” she said.

“We are the only ones that can,” Kardos murmured, leaning forward to kiss the top of her nose. “I think that is why my father refused our blessing. He wanted me to find this out.”

Shaya frowned, unsure what he meant. “We are in the temple,” she said. “Surely what we just did isn't….”

Kardos’ lips curled into a gorgeous smile. “What we did is honor Az Eshra, Shaya,” he said. “That is all, and that is good.”

Shaya sighed with relief, hoping that it was true and that there wouldn't be any backlash. She thought about asking him about what the shinnos had said about his capabilities, but decided to dismiss them. What they were saying couldn't be true.

Kardos pulled her closer into him, tucking her into his body the way he always did, and as soon as his purr erupted from his chest, there was nothing else for her to think about.

***

“So what they said was true?” Shaya said, wrinkling her nose. “Hair color makes a difference?”

Rozalia nodded, but it was regretfully. “Over time it has been noted that Southern Islanders with a certain look were dying more frequently than others.”

“But that can't be because of their looks,” Shaya said disbelievingly. “It had to be a coincidence.”

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