Page 114 of Shadowlands Omega

His rut tips my heat out of this world and into another reality. We end up fucking for hours, until the sunlight disappears and moonlight rises. He fucks me as his beast for a while, and then in his Alpha form. The haze is difficult to make memories out of, but the sensations are everything. His beast’s knot filling me, like a series of massive marbles. His cum spilling out of my body when he’s ready to go again. We don’t speak — there’s no time for that — there’s only the occasional kiss, bite, bond.

He bonds me over and over again and I welcome it, displaying my neck, presenting my inner thighs, letting him bite me and fuck me wherever he likes. He spurts cum across my chest and I smear it over my body. I slam him down onto my nest and straddle his face, releasing slick all over him.

He whimpers every time I offer him praise. He moans every time I tell him how he feels inside of me. He purrs each time I come and purrs even louder each time his knot fills me, making it possible for me to overcome any pain resulting from his knot’s expansion or his erection leaving my heat in preparation for the next round.

The hours span into night, until the sun rises again. And again. And again.

Seven more times.

By the seventh night, my heat is spent and I finally collapse in Yaron’s arms. He’s kissing my face, telling me how good of a girl I am and how well I did. I love the praise and I love giving it back to him.

Yaron leaves me sleeping alone in our bed, covered in heavy blankets. I want to know why he’s leaving and where he’s going, but a few moments later, he returns with water and a lavish food plate. I gorge myself, only to pass out, wake up when Yaron urges me to, gorge myself and sleep all over again. I do this in several rounds and each time I wake, Yaron is there, touching me softly, urging me to eat, to get up, helping me to the bathroom, carrying me there…and only occasionally fucking me in between each cycle.

He’s back to his skin and I’m out of my heat, so this is just for fun, for the sheer beauty of it, for the memories made and shared. At some point, I’m sated and lucid enough to open my eyes and see Yaron staring down at me. The look in his eyes — it hits me like an eclipse, so hard to watch, but I can’t look away and so I’m blinded by it.

It brings tears to my eyes, so I tell him a truth I’ve held for some time. “I love you, Yaron.”

He smiles. “You know, I thought for a while that you were half in love with me already, but didn’t know it.”

I roll onto my side and slip my arm beneath my head to use as a pillow, just so I can watch him better. The dusting of hair on his chest. The scratches. The healing wounds. “Maybe, I was.”

“Kiandah,” he groans, rubbing his face. He reaches behind him and picks up something on the bed — pages of my artwork — and tosses them down onto me. I let him without picking up any of the pages. “You are not and never have been half in love with me. I have been fighting for your heart this entire time and you’ve only pretended to deny me. Your heart has been mine this entire time. It’s always been mine. Even before I saw you, you saw me.”

“Yes.” I cannot lie. Wouldn’t dare it. “You’re right, my Lord.”

“You are wicked.” He growls and plants his fists on either side of me. “And I love you.”

He begins kissing a line from my chin down my chest, over my clavicle to my right arm. He lavishes it with love and a tenderness most unbecoming of the severe Shadow Lord, eventually reaching my fingers. They feel kind of funny. I lift my arm and find thin gold rings adorning each of my fingers, but not the thumb. The ring on my pinky is studded with small, light blue stones, the stones on my ring finger are purple, on my longest finger the stones are red, and on my pointer finger, the stones are black.

His hips come to rest in the cradle of mine and he props himself up on his elbows. There is no sunlight today, but today I don’t need it. He kisses my ringed fingers one at a time. “Blue for your flames. Purple for the color of your fire above it. Red for the embers they create. Black for the ash they leave behind. I had them made for you. I hope you like them.”

I grin so giddily that Yaron smiles, too. “I…” I feel embarrassed at what I was about to say and shake my head, then nod, realizing he’ll misinterpret. “I love them.”

“What?”

“Nothing. They’re perfect.”

“If something’s the matter or they don’t fit right — though I did bring different sized rings in here to test while you were sleeping,” he teases, “then tell me. I’ll have them changed. And if you don’t like wearing them, that’s fine, too. I’m still learning with you.”

He’s got such an easy way about him, I feel like crying all over again. He’s so, so…happy. I’ve never seen him like this. Like there aren’t Fates out there. Like Ruby City hasn’t fallen and the ports with them. Right now, he’s like this and he’s fully here, present, with me.

Overcome, I blurt, “I love them, Yaron. I’ve just never…gotten to wear jewelry before. Never owned any. No one in my family has.”

He blinks at me and a range of emotions crosses his face too quickly for me to interpret all of them. What settles, when it’s finished, is frustration. He smooths his hands over my head, cradling me like I’m something very precious and not capable of vanquishing an undead army almost entirely by myself. He kisses each of my cheeks, the tip of my nose, the space between my eyes and then my neck. It tickles, the scar there, but I don’t fear it or flinch away. I trust him with everything that I am and let him kiss and bite and lick before pulling back.

“I will do better for the females of the Shadowlands, Kiandah, I swear this to you. I will give no other family reason to despair. And you will help me.” He kisses my neck where Merlin sliced it.

I shiver and nod and then settle into the warmth of his words. “Of course I will.”

“We will change things together, Kiandah. Things that Shadow Lords have failed to. The Shadowlands deserve a better Alpha, which they will have, but only because they have their first Lady, too.”

“Thank you.”

He snarls, “And I will have you dripping in jewels, my Lady.”

I laugh again, admiring my new rings as my fingers card through his hair. “You know I don’t want that.”

“What do you want?”

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