Page 15 of Omega Haunting

The longer he held my hands above my head the more my fingers ached to touch him. Now that he had me fuflly bare chested, he kept them pinned down as he licked across my collarbones and back to the center. He licked his plump, kissable lips before turning his attention to one of my nipples. He licked over the hard, pink tip, swirling his tongue and sending little lightning bolts zooming through me. I arched my back again, begging for more of his attention even as his teeth grazed against my flesh.

He turned his attention to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment with his moist, nimble tongue before making good on his promise to kiss me everywhere. Marsin dragged his lips across my chest and down my belly as if each kiss marked me a little more as his. I sank into the covers, melted into the bed, and breathed in time with his mouth moving over me. I lost myself to his warm breath and his affections. My dick throbbed and more slickness pooled outside of my omegahole as Marsin kissed his way down to the hem of my jeans. He glanced up at me long enough to make sure I was still into it before he undid them one-handed, stretching to still hold my arms in place.

He glanced over his shoulder at the tie on the desk and I smirked. Sooner or later, if he wanted to keep me in place so badly, tied up was the only way to go. He slid off the bed and snatched the tie up by the corner before straddling over me. I offered my hands up to him before he asked, and he grinned as he made a short job of tying my hands together. It didn’t keep them in one place, but it kept me on the edge of the desire to run my hands all over him.

He kissed each of my fingers before pushing my arms back down on the bed above my head. He glanced around at all the pillows and tucked one under my head a second later. I laughed as his eyes scanned up and down my half-undressed body. Was he scanning what I felt over the flight link or was he merely checking me out?

The questions fled my brain as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down. A second later, he slipped my socks off and then was back up at my hips, freeing my dick from the fabric prison of my boxer briefs. I let out a long, slow breath as the cool air played over my desire-heated flesh. Marsin nudged my knees apart and knelt between my legs. He ran his big, warm hands all over my chest and stomach again giving me goosebumps all over. Then he caressed my thighs as he stretched out on his belly. Once in a comfy position, he kissed them, while spreading them open until there was nowhere left for me to hide how slick I was. We should’ve grabbed a towel but keeping things tidy was the last thing on my mind when Marsin carried me into the room.

“I’ll do the wash,” Marsin grinned. “I’m proud of how messy I mde you even before I took your pants off.”

I blushed hard and moved my hands to cover my face but one stern look from Marsin stopped me in my tracks.

“That’s why those hands are tied up, mate,” he said, caressing my inner thighs. “No hiding from me. Mates have no secrets.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t keep them up there?” I said, bouncing my hands against the pillows. “Spank me?”

“Perhaps,” Marsin said before licking up my thigh. “Only when you don’t expect it, though. I find that anticipation is half the fun of such encounters. I’ve gotten carried away. You’re eager enough but we should have a safeword even with how loudly you think over the flight link.”

“Stoplights?” I offered up.

He cocked his head to the side as if talking to someone inside his head. I knew for sure it wasn’t me this time. Only it turned out it was. I was quickly learning that look. He was probing what he could of my memories and the Moonscales who were also on the flight link to find out what stoplights were.

“Red, yellow, green,” he nodded after he gathered up the information he was looking for.

“Red for stop. Yellow for slow down and green means keep giving it to me,” I smirked.

“Good to know.”

“Condoms are in the nightstand if you want them,” I added on before the tug and pull of the true-mate response fully eradicated my senses.

“Are you against children?” Marsin asked.

“Did you see the kitchen?” I shot the question back at him.

“That’s why I’m asking. Perhaps you think your pack or family has enough young people running around.”

“Never,” I laughed. “I don’t want six or eight at once but at some point, yeah, I’d like to start a family.”

“Six or eight at once?” he cocked his brow. “What are you wolves shooting out to conceive that many?”

“Magic,” I laughed. “Six or eight at once is very uncommon. Litters aren’t that uncommon. Two or three pups. Sometimes four or five. My parents had a set of twins, then triplets, and then me. They’re talking about more too.”

“Dragons have one or two eggs,” Marsin said and kissed my thigh again. “Condoms today?”

“Condoms? In the plural, huh?” I teased him.

“I come from a place where the good parts of life are indulged in. Besides, there are too many positions to just try out one a day with you,” he said and bit me.

I squeaked and a warm, crimson blush spread over my face as I imagined how many ways, he might bend me up into a pretzel. Marsin’s hands slid under my thighs and pushed them up until my knees bent and my feet left the bed. His mouth found the sensitive, textured skin of my scrotum and his warm breath playing against it made my wolf whimper. The sound crawled out of my throat, sounding more needy than I ever had before. In the past sex was always something I could take or leave. It was like using a back scratcher to scratch an itch. It made things easier, but I could do the same thing with my own two hands.

“Not while they’re tied up,” Marsin said against my skin, having picked up my thoughts over the flight link again.

“You’re gonna have to teach me how to use that damn thing,” I said, my words morphing into a whimper as he dragged his tongue over my balls.

“We’ll have our mating link open some time in the next few days.”

“Next few days?” I asked, swallowing hard.

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