Page 109 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

The loss had my breath catching and the gargoyle stared down at me, watching me fall apart at the lack of attention. My body arched toward him, my core clenching around emptiness, my wrists fighting against the hold.

Finally he moved again, releasing my hands before inching two clawed fingers into me, scraping lightly over the sensitive flesh as he prepared me for his thick shaft. His tail rejoined him, pushing past his digits to stretch me farther.

His free hand teased down my cheek, tracing my body, from my throat, to over my breasts and down to my hip.

“My marks look good on you,” he noted with satisfaction that pulsed through our bond. His sharp finger traced over the bite mark on my breast, then to my neck. “Touch yourself, Harlow. I want to feel you clench around my fingers like you never want me to stop. Unravel as I fill you up, stretch you for my knot.”

Even though he’d released my hands, I hadn’t bothered to move in fear of consequences. The moment he gave me permission, I pushed my fingers down my body to my clit, giving myself the push I needed.

I’d barely swirled my fingers over my swollen clit twice before my orgasm slammed into me.

My vision blurred and my body arched, pussy clenching hungrily around his fingers and my voice ringing out into the night.

If anyone wondered who I belonged to before, they had no doubts now as I screamed out his name.

“There it is,” he groaned before pulling his hands away. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking every bit of my slick from them before finally settling between my legs.

The tip of his rock-hard cock teased over my swollen pussy. Even his dick was freezing cold like stone. The icy feel had me sighing in relief, only for him to pull away.

“Kol!” I yelled in frustration, my voice wavering and unhinged. He laughed cruelly before slamming forward, spearing me on his cock.

My pleas turned to screams as it felt like my body was splitting in two. Just like Monty, my gargoyle didn’t care if he broke me. He pulled out only to slam home again, each ridge teasing over my walls with each thrust. Kol was lost in me now, fucking into me mercilessly. It was exquisite torture and I never wanted to recover.

The searing pain finally melded into white-hot bliss. Soon I was meeting him thrust for thrust, hungry for everything he gave me.

The satisfaction that rang through him echoed in my chest and the bite throbbed as a reminder of what he’d done.

Yet, I had no regret.

These men... or monsters, had turned me into a masochist, hungry for their pain.

In a swoop of his arms, I was clinging to him, legs wrapped around him and arms digging into his shoulders as he lifted us into the air, cock still buried deep inside of me.

His knot was pushing into me as it swelled, thicker than any knot I’d ever taken. Paired with the ridges and shallow thrusts as he pushed his knot deeper, I was lost to him. My body shook as orgasm after orgasm was wrung from my limp body.

Even as I drifted in and out of consciousness, I never wanted it to end.

We hung in the air, his wings keeping us afloat as his hands settled on my hips, fucking me as we hovered over Dark Haven.

My body shook and my head fell back, cool air whipping around me as he grinded my clit on him.

With a primal yell into the night sky he slammed me down one last time, holding me tight against him and rolling his hips as he mercilessly teased my clit. My nails bit into his skin, not caring if I drew blood, as my body clamped around him, the orgasm as painful as it was pure fucking bliss.

He fucked me through it, moving my body again as he saw fit. There was no time to recover between orgasms. My body was his to use, my pleasure his to control.

Kol came not long after, letting out one last feral roar into the night as he slammed me down on his cock so hard I knew I’d bruise.

He didn’t drop us back down as our breathing evened out and his knot finally released me. Kol said nothing until I had to break the silence.

“Are you planning on landing anytime tonight?” I joked.

He leveled me with that glowing stare. There was no emotion on his face. He simply looked… serene.

“No, I’m forcing my seed so far inside of you that it’ll drip out of you for days,” he hissed with a hoarse chuckle. He ran his jaw along my neck and collarbone, transferring more of his scent onto me like he hadn’t covered me in it already.

Kol finally dropped us down to the rooftop despite his words, pulling out of me and grinning as cum dripped down my thighs. His eyes tracked the movement, and I knew that smug look meant he was hoping it wouldn’t go unnoticed by my other men.

His scent was all over me, mixing with my own thoroughly enough I knew a shower wouldn’t mask it.

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