Page 79 of Shadowlands Omega

“I miss you,” I blurt, but that’s not right, either. I’m frustrated with my words and their limitations. What I feel is onlysimilarto the sensation of missing someone, that pain, that longing, but it’s coupled with a happiness so big it feels scary. Like my hands are too small to properly fit around and grip it.Like another very impressively sized piece of him…

“I am right here. I will always be here…for you…Kiandah.” His eyes roll back into his skull as he starts to build speed and intensity. “I do not know how I lived so much of my life without you.”

“Oh…oh bloody hells, Yaron!” I cry out as the first orgasm takes me unexpectedly. I didn’t mean to detonate like that. I thought this was about him. But the way his hips meet mine, the friction against my clit, the way he so evidently means what he says… He’s using his knees to keep my legs pinned. I can’t do anything but try to get my ankles down and brace.

“Yaron…Yaron, I…”I will say yes to you, under the light of the red moon, every day till then, and every day thereafter.

“You told me…to use you…however…I…want…”

“Yes, Shadow Lord,” I scream as the base of my pussy is stimulated by his knot rocking against it.

“Kiandah, you have no idea…how close…I…am…to losing…control…of everything… I can’t…” He doesn’t stop. He just keeps rutting into me. I kiss him hard. He kisses me back. Our mouths part only long enough for us to gather sacred breaths. He growls, words whispered in the tiny gasps and gaps between our dueling tongues, fangs, lips, teeth, “You’re so hot it’s like drinking the fucking sun.”

I’m hanging on for dear life, wondering if he’s close or if I’m going to combust again before he finishes inside of me, and as I climb that hill and near its crest, I gasp, “I would take you under any sun or any moon. All of them. Forever.”

“Fuck. Don’t. I can’t…” He makes a primal sound and I don’t miss the way his eyes glisten.

I’m bouncing on his length, fingers slipping over the sweat on his shoulders, shaking under the force of each of his thrusts. I know my pussy’s going to be sore in the morning but in this moment, I couldn’t care any less.

“I need more,” I gasp. The angle has lost that delicious friction on my clit and Yaron doesn’t need more direction than that. He grinds his hips against me, slowing his pace in favor of rubbing slow circles with his hips, working that knot against me…until my slick accepts him inside of me fully.

“Yaron!”

His hips close the gap with mine and his pubic hair rubs roughly over my clit and I see stars. I float into ether. I become undone, and when some semblance of myself returns to this planet, I hear him whisper, “Please…Kiandah…have mercy on me…”

My head tosses back, gyrating in small motions on his knot in the only way that I can. My lower lip trembles as his free hand finds my breast and clumsily flicks my nipple. He looks like he’s suffering. He’s sweating more than he should be, even in this small, stuffy room. Yes, he’s suffering and he needs me to rescue him.

“Come for me. I give you permission, my Lord.” I pump my hips up, the fullness of his half-inflated knot suddenly nothing compared to his knot when it expands.

“Thank you, my queen,” he roars raggedly, his back arching, his fist flying up over his head to brace against the headboard. His whole body stiffens, his thighs tightening to the point that it lifts his hips — and me on them — up entirely. I hang onto his neck as his knot inflates to its full size and I scream in rapture as the orgasm wracks and wrecks me, the good little Omega that I am.

My eyes roll back and I’m distantly aware of a surging heat filling my body, and I’m also caught in a riptide of emotion that makes it possible for any and all of my concerns that we are once again not using protection to fall away. I yank his body down onto mine even though he’s trying not to crush me, needing his heat against my core, needing the comfort of him. I nuzzle into his smooth skin, feeling way too much at home here.

I can feel my core spasming around his girth, squeezing him to death while he empties into me. His cock twitches deep inside my body and I feel a rush of heat as he groans, still sounding pained as his hips lose rhythm and slam upwards into me.

“Fuck, Kiandah…” His arms have circled my body, awkward lumps between me and the mattress that I don’t mind at all because he’s clutching me with such violent tenderness it makes me want to cry. “I want you…”

“You have me, Yaron.” He moans again, his hips bucking once more and holding. His knot is massive inside my body, but it feels right. It can only feel right as I bathe and bask in his heat and he comes and comes and comes on waves of pleasure that seem unending until eventually, he releases his breath and relaxes his hands.

The tension leaves him all at once like a ghost from the recently deceased and he falls, the wave finally mellowing out into still water. I don’t move as he repositions us, pulling me on top of him so that he can slump fully into the mattress, but I do lift my face at the feeling that I’m being watched. His eyes are hooded. He’s got his lower lip trapped between his teeth.

“I…” he starts, but I’m too worked up. If he says…what I think he means to say to me now…I’ll sob and I don’t feel like crying. I tilt my lips up a little more and he is distracted by them. A good boy, he knows what I want.

He kisses me and the kiss is soft now, so painfully sweet. He tastes my mouth again and again just as I taste him, like these are our final moments. I don’t know why everything feels so desperate all of a sudden, but my fingers curl against his pec and his hands on my lower back are rubbing obsessive, possessive circles, occasionally digging into my ass as his cock jerks again inside of me.

His knot will stay inflated for a while and I have no intention of trying to hurt myself by removing it, so I get comfortable, and then get even more comfortable when he manages to awkwardly use his feet and hands to free the blanket from the foot of the bed and drag it over us both.

“I could lie like this forever,” he says, eyes closed, a soft yet strained smile on his face.

“Your knot warm in my body, your seed filling me to the point of inflating my belly?”

His eyes fly open and they flash opal before settling to grey once more. “Don’t rile me, Kiandah.” He grins wolfishly. “Or I may truly have to buy this inn because I’ll take you until we ruin it like we did the hunter’s hole.”

I smile, even though I likely shouldn’t. That heat was so intense, I barely survived. “You wouldn’t be such a bad boy. No, Lord Yaron. You’re my good boy.” I stroke the side of his face with my chipped nails, wondering how a poor woman from Orias Village got lucky enough to lie here like this. And wondering in disbelief if he really, truly does mean to take my hand in front of everyone at the Red Moon Festival.

“I like being yours.” His head lies back against the nonexistent pillow and he continues to stroke me gently all over. “I…I never imagined that I would belong to someone.”

His words wound me. I close my eyes and press my cheek to his skin, exhale against his chest. My finger circles his nipple and he twitches, like I’ve tickled him.

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