Page 17 of Shadowlands Omega

In my mind, I canter backwards, wondering if I should not rather brave the rain, but it’s too late for that. With her words, I am undone. “Omega,” I say and my tone is different now.

She must hear it, too. Her eyes flash open. She looks at me and straightens her arms beneath her so that she’s on all fours, the blanket slipping…just waiting for her… “Beast.”

My stomach clenches. My thoughts dissolve. My clawed fist flies to capture my cock, the rough pads of my hand doing nothing for me at all. I want her. Iwanther. “I am Lord of the Shadowlands. You are a killer…”

“You are,” she whimpers, eyelids fluttering. My gaze rakes down her body. She is thin, but not overly so. She carries weight in her hips and thighs, which are pocked slightly and calling for me to take a bite out of them. Her breasts are heavy and weighted and peaked in nipples that look inky and black in this light. I want to suckle one. I want to bite one. I want to bond her there, and then everywhere else. But I can’t. “But I’m not.”

“Remove the blanket.” The blanket that smells of another male. The thought of another male here, now, in the presence of her heat and perfection, makes my vision dim, tinting red first, then black.Rip the throat out of the Alpha who would challenge you, then fuck her in his blood.

She flings it off without hesitation and rolls onto her back, then spreads her legs. She’s fully naked and completely bared for my gaze. There’s nothing touching her. Not one single thing. She has a dusting of short black curls between her legs and that’s all. The brown petals of her core peek out between the soft mounds of her labia and I want to part them with my claws carefully, so very carefully, and have her trust that I will not harm her.I have already harmed her. I glance at her face and I forget for only one instant that she’s a killer, and I pretend for only one instant that I could have the dream I’ve only ever hoped to dream…

This Omega is mine, and we are in love, and this is not our first heat we’ve been through together but one of many, and she will carry my kits one day and we will touch each other gently with fondness, for we are bound and we are best friends and we share everything with one another, our hearts most of all.

My lungs are robbed of breath and I can’t speak as the reality of this world comes crashing back on her next full-body shiver. I take a step. “You are…” So unabashed. So uninhibited. So unafraid. So fucking lovely.

I swallow hard, willing steel into my tone as the floorboards bend beneath my flexing claws. “This changes nothing between us. I will not seek to claim you at the Festival of the Red Moon, but give you up to whichever Alpha or pack wins you, and I will not lessen my punishment against you or your family because of this. I will only ease your need and my own because we are trapped here. I will only sate your heat at my own personal expense.”

Ha.My beast laughs at me. As if I do not want this. It will be easier to let her think that. And safer for me. She is a peasant. I am her Lord. I want no ideas of grandeur coming into her mind that I would break tradition hundreds of years old. Shadow Lords are mated to their lands. There is no beauty set to tempt them. They are above such mortal things like want and affection.

“When your heat ends, we will not speak of this again.”

Several emotions flash across her face, but I’m uncertain whether they are on account of my words or on account of her heat pangs. The scent that blooms from her core is intoxicating, rapidly ballooning to fill up the small cabin. The sound of the rain battering the outside of this little shack is nothing but white noise, lulling me further into the trance of her cutting scent and her soft beauty and her fiery gaze.

“Do you understand?” I say.

“Yes,” she says, voice twisted on a moan. Her knees tip further apart, spread so far that her inner thighs are quivering. She rolls her head on her neck for a moment, as if in ecstasy, before looking back up and meeting my gaze fiercely, as if she’s heard everything I’ve had to say and not only doesn’t care, but finds it boring. The look in her eyes is condescending and murderous and so fucking powerful — I stagger at its force and my hand on my cock squeezes hard enough that my balls jerk and precum spills from the tip, robbing me of thought.

“Are you finished?” she says flatly.

My head whips back, as if struck. I’m shocked. “Your impertinence knows no bounds, Omega. Though I should not be surprised to hear such a lack of propriety displayed by a criminal. I am your Lord and you will show me respect.” I speak through clenched teeth, my words hardly intelligible. My mouth is full of fangs.

The Omega’s hips buck and her scent…gods, her fucking scent…it could bring me to my knees. My legs are shaking now. She moans and it’s a whispery, needy little thing. “You are my Lord outside of this cabin, but in here, you’re justmine.Now, stop talking, Yaron, and fuck me.”

What the fuck? Heat unfurls in my gut while something larger than that shifts in my chest. I…am at a total loss. And with no thoughts in my mind other than a mild confusion mixed with a far greater lust, I take a terrifying step towards her.

She gasps as if I’ve slapped her clit even though several feet still separate us. She bites her bottom lip. Her eyes flare and she lifts her hips, tilting them up and using her hands to reach down her body and spread herself wider for me.My gods.

“Gods…” I choke.

She smiles and it’s a horrifying expression because I can feel my…control…slip… She’s giving me a vision of what it will be like when I’m deep inside of her, sunken into her heat up to the knot. I palm my knot now, the ring around the base of my erection covered in the same silky skin as that of my penis, only twice as thick, about an inch wide — for now. When it inflates, it’ll be three, four times thicker and two inches wide, fitting snugly into her opening and holding her in place for me while I…

I release a prayer to the old gods for strength not to bond her because right now that’s all I can think about, filling me with an even greater longing than knotting and fucking her sweet, breakable body and her perfect, dripping cunt.

I feel savage as I take a step towards her, only for her gaze to snap to mine, an awareness there that hadn’t been before as she battled her heat and her desire. Now, she seems in control and my beast hesitates. I hesitate. She shakes her head,no.

“No?” Gods no... Don’t let her tell me no now. Not at this precipice.

“No,my Lord,” she sneers, as if the title is not mine at all. “If you want to claim me, you’ll come to me on your knees. Crawl to me, Yaron.”

That heat in my groin rolls through me and claims my entire body. I can’t…believe…what she’s said to me. I can’t respond. “You…dare…” I choke, but the words are rotten in my mouth and I can only just barely spit them out.

And then Kiandah does the damnable. She laughs. Her face is black and blue and she laughs with her brown pussy lips spread until I can see the pink at their core. “Fine. I’ll just do it myself…” She leans back and starts to rub her clit, rolling that tight little nub between her fingers…

“Kiandah…” I bark, not having intended to use her name.

Her neck snaps up. She looks at me and the soft vulnerability that crosses her face and pulls her eyebrows together is the last piece she needed to ruin me. She has already studded my chest with arrows launched from her quiver but that vulnerability clamps around my heart like an iron maiden. Her lips work. Her bottom lip trembles and she winces, as if in pain.

“Crawl, Yaron,” she says, she begs, and I have no choice.

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