Page 232 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“I don’t think I’ve told you how gorgeous you are,” he said as he stepped forward to tear my clothes to shreds, tossing the scraps of cloth aside.

At least I could make new ones.

“Stop with your pretty words and fuck me, gargoyle,” I demanded.

“As you wish,” he teased before spreading my legs wide. He paused for a moment, watching with a grin as slick trickled from my core. The longer he watched, the more I groaned, my need glistening on my pussy and inviting him in.

Finally Roman dove forward, his long tongue teasing and lapping at me as if he were savoring the flavor with each stroke. He was demanding, and I could barely breathe as I thrust into his face, my fingers tangling and tugging at his hair as I chased my release.

My pussy clenched around nothing as I came, and he was pulling me off the table as it still thundered through me, bending me over like he hadn’t just shattered me into a million pieces.

My omega preened at her alpha manhandling her, moving me how he saw fit, using me for his own pleasure.

He kicked my legs apart and lined himself up, teasing the tip of his cock through my slick, spreading it around in slow, torturous strokes that had me cursing him again.

Even if he was rough before, he was far more gentle as he pushed forward, filling my pussy with his impressive cock. Each inch felt like torture, the pleasure and pain warring within me until I was shattering again from penetration alone.

His sweet and gentle action was short-lived. With a feral roar as my warning, his fingers dug into my sides.

He took my second orgasm as his sign to push me to my limits, shoving me down over the table as he fucked me hard and fast now. It was all I could do to cling to the table.

His stone-hard hips continuously slammed into my ass with a loud crack. I had to bite back a laugh at the thought that fucking him was more like a spanking than a simple fuck.

The Roman who left Dark Haven was worried, afraid, almost timid. Now he was confident in his abilities, strong, and sexy as hell. There was no holding back and that was what I always wanted from him. I wanted my mates as they were, no hiding, no insecurity, just them.

My thoughts were torn away as he reached around me, tweaking my hard nipples between his fingers as he slammedinto me. He chuckled, low and rumbling, as he forced my body to give him more yet.

There was no being quiet, and just like with the others, I refused to hide from this. If these were our only moments of pure freedom for now, I’d enjoy them.

Just as my body tightened, an orgasm teetering on the edge, I felt eyes on us. Mine flew open and I turned, shocked to see Zetta standing off to the side.

She didn’t look away or cast her gaze down, she simply stood and stared at us. Likeweshould initiate the conversation.

“Can I help you?” I asked, voice rough and breathless.

“The gargoyles have returned. They asked me to summon you.”

“I bet they did,” Roman grunted. He hadn’t stopped fucking me as we spoke.

Thankfully, Zetta disappeared when the message was delivered.

“You better finish, gargoyle,” I taunted him.

“Only when you do, Queen,” he shot right back, moving one hand away from my breast and down to my clit. The fact he could do all that but never let his rhythm falter was impressive.

My world exploded around me as he forced me to come again. It was intense enough I screamed against the waves of unrelenting pleasure and power that thrummed through me.

My pussy clenched around him as his knot grew, locking us in place. It pushed my already stretched pussy further and I whimpered as it had my aftershocks turning into yet another release. How I had anything left for my alpha was a damn mystery.

Roman picked up my wrist, biting down as he did before, marking me once more.

“I’m yours, in this life and our last,” he said as he pulled away, flicking his tongue over the wound to seal it.

His pleasure and love radiated through the fresh bond, strong and unwavering. He was mine. Forever.

Just as he forced me to come, I did the same to him, my body milking him for every ounce of his cum. He roared out as his knot reached just near my breaking point and resting there. It pushed against my sensitive walls, tears streaming down my cheeks as my emotions reached new heights. I’d never felt anything as deeply as I had since our new awakening, each bond stronger than I could have ever imagined.

We rested in silence, his strong body stretched over mine until his knot released us.

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