Page 47 of Omega Sanctuary

I pouted. "You're wearing too many clothes."

"As my lady wishes." Valens climbed off the bed, and pulled his shirt over his head. He was muscular, his skin riddled with a variety of scars. He paused at his pants, and I looked up at him. "Well?"

He laughed, and pulled his pants down.

He was big. And thick. And there were little ridges along his cock that my first lover, a beta, didn't have.

I took in a breath. "Oh."

"I'm not going to be able to knot you," he said apologetically.

"I don't want to be knotted," I said, reaching out for him. "I want you."

He closed the distance between us. "Why don't you want to be knotted?"

"Been there, done that, it was overrated."

He hovered over me, and brushed his lips against mine. "Darling, I hate to disagree with you, especially when you look at me with such hunger."

I licked his lips slowly, running my hands over his chest. He was gorgeous, and he was going to be mine.

"But if you didn't enjoy being knotted, then he didn't do it well."

I snorted at that. "I'll say."

Some of the old shame of rejection threatened to ruin my mood, but Valens nuzzled my neck.

Valens would never hurt me like that.

"When the time comes, you will enjoy it."

I ran my hands down his body. "Good to hear, but I'm more interested in your cock."

He laughed again. "I would have thought I was a second choice at best, but I can see—"

He gasped when I wrapped my hands around him. I wasn't going to let him think I was settling. I stroked my hand over him. I wanted him, now.

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him against me. He shuddered again and rubbed himself against my entrance. I whimpered, the little ridges on his cock rubbing against me. "Valens."

"We're going to start slow." He nibbled my neck.

I made a noise of protest. He grabbed my legs, and leaned forward more, so my knees were almost to my chest.

Every inch pushed inside me until my body was as tight as a bowstring. He watched where our bodies joined together as his hard length sank inside me.

I squirmed, pleasure building in my spine. I couldn't help but move, arch my back to try and take him deeper.

"Slowly, love, slowly," he said, sounding pained.

Good, because I was dying a thousand deaths. I was so hot I thought I would die. Again. "Faster." I arched my back and he moaned.

"You're so tight," he hissed. "I need to make sure..."

I moved my hips up, pushing him in deeper. His cock was so thick, I saw why he was making sure he wasn't hurting me. He stretched me with a slight burn, but I was so aroused it was just delicious friction on the edge of being painful.

"You feel so good." I stroked his hand with my free hand.

He sank all the way, bottoming out. I cried out, holding his hips against mine. The angle was heavenly, sweat breaking out over my body. Leaning forward so my knees touched my chest, he went deeper.

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