Page 21 of Shadowlands Omega

Without the bond, the pain of the knot is cutting through my high. My orgasm has crested and I feel like it might have been able to continue if he’d given me an antidote for the pain. But he won’t and I couldn’t accept even if he had.

His voice hitches as he looks into my eyes and I can sense that he’s on another plane still as his knot swells and he continues to release inside of me.No condom. Fuck. I can’t think about that now.

The swelling hasn’t stopped. I try to pull away, but the sting is acute. Oh no. I want off this train.Now.I whimper and Yaron’s eyes flare with panic. He moves just slightly to reposition himself, but it’s uncomfortable enough that I cry out.

“No,” Yaron grits. He clenches his teeth. More venom spills and a sudden fervor comes over him. He milks his incisors for venom and then reaches between us and uses his venom-coated fingers to stroke my clit. At the same time, his lips alight on my neck. He kisses me everywhere, again and again.

“I can feel your slick,” he says against my earlobe. He sucks on it lovingly, laving it with his tongue while his hands worship my clit and breasts. He toys with my nipples and while I’ve never been exceptionally sensitive there, the dual sensations war and I feel pleasure once again start to take over. “Yes, that’s a good girl. Take my knot. You know you can take it.”

Good girl, he says to me. No one’s ever said that to me before.

I gasp and mewl, whimpering emphatically and encouragingly. I want him so badly I feel my arms fly out and grasp at anything they can. We’re suddenly kissing harder and he’s working me up, building me, taking me higher and higher again.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Tell me what you feel,” he says.

“I feel you, Yaron. I feel you everywhere… You’re such a good Berserker, taking care of your Omega like this.”

“Yes…” His hips twitch and I feel a prick of pain — and then pleasure. It’s a beautiful thing. I lose control, and accept everything he’s offering.

I come for him, and though it’s not as powerful as it was the first time, it’s enough to keep me sated and to fight off the momentary pain of his knot for now, and hopefully, for good. He’s kissing me as I come down from my orgasm, still touching me in my places that are all too sensitive and yet still wanting. I’ve come three times but I still crave him. This isn’t over.

“You’re such a sweet Omega. You feel incredible. Like nothing I’ve felt before. Thank you. My knot will last a while… I’ll let you know when it’s okay to release… But I warn you now, Kiandah. Your heat isn’t over. When I release you, I’m going to want more…”

“No,” I whisper as my consciousness starts to fade and I drift into a strained sleep in the cage of his arms. “You’re going to beg for it.”

7 | Yaron

Heart Forest

I beg for it.“Please, Omega, please… Kiandah, take my cock, please. Will you please taste me? Will you please drink my cum?” If I beg her, I learn quickly, she’ll do whatever I want.

Dear gods help me.

Help us.

I’m vaguely aware that there’s blood somewhere, that I should be concerned. It’s also touched my awareness that the fireplace is no longer where it was when the evening began and that earth from the hillside now pours into half the cabin. The shutters on the windows and door are blown open. Rain has spilled all over the floor. There were rations of food, but they’re ruined now. There is only the Omega and her sweet slick and her body that calls to me and her voice that works me like an instrument to play whatever notes she likes and do whatever she commands.

My Omega mewls while I nuzzle her neck with my nose, seeking comfort, seeking affection. I am not who I was when I entered this shack. I am no Shadow Lord. I am Lord of Desperation.

“You’re such a good Berserker,” she whispers and I bellow out a roar that shakes the foundation of the cottage. No, the few floorboards that are left. Cold air whooshes across my back, but the fire is still strong. There is no hearth, but a scattering of stones. The fire emanates from them in soft waves, beating in time with her pulse. It pays no mind to the rain.

The moment my knot deflates enough for me to be able to move, I start to pump in and out of her. I don’t know how many times I’ve knotted her — at least six — and I cannot stop now. Lying on our sides, limbs intertwined, I inhale against her throat, wishing, wanting to bond her… Maybe I just should.

“No biting, Berserker,” she says, voice all but a whisper.

I snarl and tip her chin up so I can better access her mouth. “Why not?”

“You haven’t been a good enough Berserker for that.” Her voice is breathy, but severe. I don’t understand the combination. I don’t understand this woman at all. All I know is the need I feel for her, not just to have her body, but to prove her wrong.

I kiss her slowly, as if we are safely in my chambers in the castle, warm and dry and well-fed with all the time in the world. I match her thrusts to the rhythm of my tongue and she moans, swallowing as my venom drips against her tongue. If she won’t let me bond her yet, then this will have to be enough.

Bond…her… I never meant…

“Berserker, you’re doing so well…”

So easily she matches the pace that I set. My eyes roll back.She was made for me. I feel my seed building again, ready and eager to breed her even though her body is full of my cum already. It coats her thighs, a sticky paste that fills me with dark male pride. I shudder out a groan when she tugs on my hair and slowly rakes her fingers down my back, scoring my skin with her nails. Never has there been a more tortured or languid descent into madness, I’m sure of it.

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