Page 20 of Shadowlands Omega

I can’t help but laugh. My claws rake down his back, scoring him, hopefully. He hisses and pulls up enough to be able to lean back down and kiss me again. This time, he shoves his tongue past the barrier of my lips and drags it over the roof of my mouth. He surges forward just a little further, filling me up so right, so tight. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. He’s the biggest I’ve ever taken, sure, but this heat is magnifying that pressure. I’m so swollen down there, everything hurts. So tender.

He jerks forward one final time, enough that his not yet inflated knot slams into me, still thicker around than the rest of his penis. Pain strikes at me with its claws and I tense. Yaron wrenches his lips away from me, brows furrowed. My eyelids flutter and I’m aware only enough to know that he’s searching my face with his eyes while smoothing his hand from my forehead back over my bald scalp.

He frowns and manages to sound strangely sober even with red blotching his cheeks and his pupils fully blown. “Are you in…pain?” he clenches out.

I nod feverishly. “I need to come, baby. Please. Don’t you dare stop.”

He thrusts a little further and I seize up. Maybe, I was wrong. Maybe, this isn’t going to work. I thought he was finished, fully seated inside of me. I didn’t think he could be this large. A little of my other self — Kiandah the cook — crawls into my confidence and stirs the pot. I feel restless and struggle suddenly to meet his gaze as water wells in mine. My nose feels puffy and suddenly my swollen eye and puffy red lips and bald head feel scarily unattractive. Holy hell. I completely forgot what I looked like until now. I shouldn’t be here. I can’t take him…

“Kiandah,” he whispers, his fingertips trailing over my cheek successfully snapping me back into the present. “Do not deny me now…”

“I can’t…”

“Must I beg, again? Because I will.” His hips start moving in tiny circles, pumping slowly in and out of me. “Please, Kiandah, please…I am utterly and entirely at your mercy. Please…have me…”

I gasp and lightning comes alive inside of me. The fire crackles viciously and I open my mouth and my back arches involuntarily. A spasm slaps my clit and when his pubic hair roughly rubs against it, I almost detonate. I almost come right there, just from hearing my name in his voice. From hearing him beg, using words so beautiful, I’m never, ever going to forget them.

“Holy fuck,” I gasp.

“Fuck,” Yaron roars at the exact same moment. He grabs my shoulder and, when that doesn’t work, he places his entire forearm across my chest, holding me down. He drops his head and pants, like he’s in a full-out sprint. “Are you going to incinerate me while I’m inside of you, Kiandah?”

“No,” I reply, eyelids fluttering, fingers scratching his back, seeking purchase in his flesh anywhere that I can. My hesitation is gone, that other Kiandah is dead. I can’t find her within me anywhere now. “I’m going to bring you to heel.”

He moans and before I know what’s happened, he’s withdrawn and pushed himself all the way inside of me again. His knot stuffs me full, tickling the most delicious spot at the base of my entrance. I have a sensitive spot there, in addition to one just inside, and my clit, and somehow, with all his unholy parts, he’s hitting all three at once.

Pleasure and panic war within my channel, everything stretching, too big and too swollen and too sensitive. Nerve endings I didn’t know existed alight all the way up to my cervix. It hurts. It feels magical. I can feel tears pressing from my squeezed eyelids like diamonds squeezed from between rocks. I’m taut, tension lacing my body…

“Are you okay, Kiandah? Does it feel good? Tell me. If it doesn’t, command me and I’ll do something else — whatever you want — I’ll stop…” And then his lips touch my lips, just a whisper, just a brush of them, and everything comes apart.

I return his kiss with every ounce of me, my untethered leg hooking around his back while he keeps my other propped open to the side with his knee. The fingers of his left hand are buried in my ass cheek again while his right hand holds the front of my throat, angling my head so he can better devour me while he thrusts. He’s worked back up into a steady rhythm now — fast and hard, not too hard but just enough of both. He’s making animalistic sounds and I’m fucking screaming.

“Yes, Yaron, just like that…don’t stop…” and every time I tell him how well he’s doing, he thrusts harder, changes position, rubs my clit, applies more friction. His hands are scrabbling over me and mine are clinging to him like we’re both trying to climb the same mountain and it’s a competition that we both want to win.

I grab the hair at the back of his neck in both of my fists and wrench his head back, exposing his neck to me. I bite down hard along his jugular, wanting him to feel pain as I work my way up in bites and licks, soothing the places I’ve bitten him, wanting to draw blood.

To mark.

To claim.

To bond.No…

“Omega,” he tries, but he’s gasping for air.

I give his head a rough shake, bordering on cruel, and the behemoth of a male above me shudders. His legs grow taut. “I’m going to come…”

“No,” I practically scream, “Not until I do. You’ll wait or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Gods, fuck you, Kiandah. You’re…already punishing me.” He fucks me harder, pounding into me with powerful thrusts that aren’tsafe. He’s much bigger than I am and I’m aware that he’stoobig and I’m injured already and haven’t had food or water or rest in what feels like days. But still I say, “Yes, Yaron! Harder.” I order and he obeys.

My breaths start to come shorter and my muscles start to burn with a familiar tingle that feels like it usually does, only a hundred million thousand times more potent. He snakes his massive arm around my backside and slides a finger into my ass. His pubic bone grinds hard against my clit and he bellows out a moan as he breaks first.

“Fuck…sorry…Kiandah…I can’t…hold…” I open my eyes and it’s seeing Yaron’s face twisted into something unrecognizable, losing himself to the feel of me, that catapults me off of that cliff’s unforgiving edge.

I wrench his dark red lips to mine and force my tongue inside to sample the taste that is his, entirely unique, while I fling out into oblivion. Everything vanishes. I fall into the void. I know that the fire has exploded and I can feel a gush of cold air and icy water trying to douse me, but it’s still warm. Everything’s still warm. My legs…the places where they should be…are all raw tingles. My heartbeat is erratic, my clit is a single kernel of intensity, and my inner walls are thunder, but I am aware of a greater pressure expanding inside of me.

He roars, a guttural and raspy sound, and even though my mind is dancing far, far away from me, I can still hear that. I can feel fur under my fingertips and I hold onto it, trying to cage both man and beast. My eyes flutter open and I see him staring at me. His gaze drops and I follow it down and see that he’s fully seated. His knot is inside me and I smile, even as I feel it ballooning threateningly. Everything is right. Almost everything. Just one thing is missing.

I glance at his teeth. His fangs are out, long and shaped like arrowheads and dripping silver venom onto me. It feels warm and pleasurable as it bursts onto my face, my cheeks and forehead and chin. If this were any other heat, he would bond me now. But that can never be and even if it could, neither one of uswantsthat — to bond a peasant and a criminal, to bond the Lord whose captured her family.

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