Page 19 of Shadowlands Omega

I’m writhing across the floor, my body bending and contorting in unnatural positions. He’s pushing me harder and higher with a punishing violence that I try to escape by jerking my hips, but he wraps his biceps underneath my thighs and holds me so that I can’t move anywhere.

“You’re such…such a good…Berserker…such a good…boy…” My voice spirals into an almost embarrassingly high-pitched scream as the first orgasm attacks me like no other ever has. The pain twists first like a knife in my gut before the pleasure rides over it like a horse trampling grass.

My mind spirals out, my thoughts short. Lightning crashes somewhere nearby and I feel a swell of heat at my back. The fireplace. It erupts. Lord Yaron’s arms tighten on my thighs and I feel his body jolt and his tongue pause in its next stroke, but I’m not afraid. I battle my emotions back as easily as I batter the fire. He should know that I’d never let fire hurt him.

“I won’t let it hurt you,” I think that I say, but maybe I don’t. I can’t catch my breath and am still struggling to determine if I’m alive or if I’ve already passed through to the Shallow Plains. If I have, then my time has come early, but to have gotten the chance to experience this, it would have been enough.

I stare up at the ceiling, my heartrate exploding through me blisteringly as satisfaction snowballs into something else.Need. “Kiandah,”comes the strangled whisper as his tongue finally slides out of my body.

I moan wildly, but I manage to struggle up onto my elbows. I look down the length of my body to see Lord Yaron staring at me with an expression that causes my insides to do something dangerous. Something I’m not sure they’ll ever come back from. Because I know I won’t.

He…the Shadow Lord…the man I never thought I’d ever be alone in a room with, let alone…likethis…is looking at me after having satisfied me even though I’ve done nothing to reciprocate… He’s watching me with pure adoration and desire while he nuzzles the inside of my thigh with his human nose.

He’s looking at me like I imagine someone would look at another when they are inlove.

“Yaron, please…” Fuck. Now it’s my turn to beg. I hadn’t planned on that. I’d planned to kick him in the shoulder, force him onto his back, sit on his face and take his cock in my mouth. But now… His eyes flare. I choke out, “Come take me.”

He growls, sounding appreciative, grateful even, and I haven’t even done anything yet. I drop down onto the scratchy blanket beneath me while Lord Yaron prowls over my body. A momentary spike of panic grips me as I register how completely huge he is — in every possible sense — his presence, his penis, his muscular build, his thick neck. He plants one forearm beside my head and his other hand flits over my body from my neck to my breast, tickling my nipple before skating over my rib and stomach and hip to my thigh. Never lingering, teasing mercilessly, while the pressure of my heat builds, ready for him to sate me a second time.

He hooks his hand beneath my knee and spreads me open wide while I pet his hair and his neck and his jaw. I try to pull him down to me, but he resists, eyes flaring. “I won’t kiss you, Omega,” he says to me, killing the fantasy…which is foolish, really, if I think about it…

I should have known better than to fantasize.

Through my momentary dismay, I just smile. “Yes, you will, Yaron.” I’m not even sure if I care that much if he kisses me, but this is what I like. The power I don’t have and can’t exert in my daily life comes out here in full bloom. He does not love me, and if I used my whole head, I’d remember that I wouldn’t want him to. He’s my enemy. He holds my life in his hands and, more importantly than that, he collared and chained my family. But right now? I don’t need his love. I need him to be a good fucking boy or take his licks.

“You will submit,” he says to me, but his voice is pitched in question.

I can’t help but laugh. “No, Yaron. This time, like every time,youwill submit tome. Now fuck me, before I decide you’ve been too naughty to touch me anymore. But kiss me first.”

Yaron sucks in a sharp breath, as if truly compelled by that threat, and rocks his hips forward without another word of protest. His pubic bone rests heavy on mine, trapping me against the floor in a way that makes me want to die just so I can stay here forever. The bloated head of his erection slides between my lips, hitting my clit as he pushes forward, sliding his cock through my slick. I try to stay confident, try not to let my eyes roll back, or to release the crazed wail building in my throat.

Yaron moans first, filling me with vindication. His head flops forward like it’s no longer tethered to its anchoring string. His stubbled cheek brushes my swollen one and he whispers in my ear, “What are you doing to me?”

I whisper back, “Nothing you don’t deserve.”

He lifts up ever so slightly, just enough to tenderly, oh so gently, kiss me. It’s a closed mouth kiss. One might call it chaste if they ignored everything else about our position. But it’s good.Sogood. Sweet, almost, if anything about him could be called that. To reward him, my hips lift up and roll, massaging his cock and feeling the bulge of his knot at its base. My gods, it’s going to feel so good inside of me… I can’t wait.

I slide my arms around his shoulders and Yaron releases a strangled sound. He pulls back, his giant hand cradling the back of my head. He tilts my face up and kisses my upper lip, tasting it with his tongue and trying to deepen the kiss, but I pull back. Kissing is…very intimate. And he’s good at it. And if he doesn’t really want to be here, I need to protect myself against getting attached.

“You can fuck me now, Yaron,” I say, panting.

But he hesitates. He is still hovering above me, his hand around my face. He’s watching my mouth with his eyebrows drawn together, like I’m speaking in tongues.

“What are you waiting for, Lord?”

“For this feeling…to go away…” he chokes out while one of his great big hands reaches between our bodies. He lines himself up with my entrance, the smooth, rounded head of his erection pushing at my opening. He pushes any harder, he’s going to fall inside of me. I’m slicker than I’ve ever been.

“What feeling?” I ask, though I don’t care. He’s torturing me and I refuse to allow him to unravel me before I can do the same. “Come on, Yaron…”

“You feel like fire.”

Something patters in my chest out of tune with my heart’s beat. “You…”

“And I cannot douse you.” He jacks his hips forward, the movement sharp enough to splinter my concentration on whatever he might have been about to say next. He sheaths himself inside of me and I almost die of a heart attack when I realize he’s only halfway in.

“Yaron, you’re huge,” I whisper.

“And you’re clenching me like you’re trying to ruin any other female for me…” He barks out, “Or snap my dick clean off.”

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