Page 20 of Not a Gift

“I want you,” she whispers.“I’ve always wanted you.”

“You need to be sure.”

“I am.”She stares at me intently before lifting the soft grey material of her jersey over her stomach and removing a small black sticker like a dot from her skin.I watch in fascination as she flicks it away.A moment later, her full scent hits me.

“Lyrik,” I growl out, my dragon at the forefront.I finally understand what he was going on about.This woman, this omega, is more than just the one who holds my heart.She is my fated mate.

Instantly, I lift her in my arms and her legs automatically wrap around my hips, cradling my erection against her covered sex.Turning us, I slam her into the nearest wall before fusing my lips to hers.I kiss her with all the bottled-up passion I have in me.With every single ounce of pent-up frustration.Her hands thread through my too-long hair, scratching my scalp.

In the past eight years I haven’t been a saint, but I was never able to get her out of my mind.Each woman I have ever tried being with was only a cheap imitation of her.My dragon purrs in my mind, content to have her hands on us as we devour her.

I press my cock against her mound and swallow the moan she releases, the sound driving me nuts.Pulling away from the wall, I walk us down the hall to the only bedroom.

“Your leg,” she murmurs.

“I’m fine.And even if I wasn’t, it wouldn’t stop me.”

Beside the bed, I slowly lower her down the front of my body.

“I have been thinking about this for years,” I say lowly as I cup her cheek.“I’ll be fucking you over the kitchen counter at one point or another but for this first time, I want you laid out on the bed so I can devour you.”

A visible shiver works its way through her body.My hands grab the bottom of her jersey, lifting it over her head to expose her skin to my gaze.The purple demi-cups of her bra barely contain her heaving breasts.I lightly run my index finger along the edge of the lacy cup, watching her nipple distend beautifully beneath the material.

“So sexy,” I whisper, pushing her tights down her thighs.

I kneel to help her out of the constrictive garment, my face level with her bare pussy.For a moment I lose my concentration, staring at the puffy pink lips, moisture clinging to the flesh.My tongue darts out of its own volition, sweeping up the desire spilling from her.

“Fuck!”she moans above me, swaying slightly.

Reluctantly, I stand, remove my wifebeater, and drop it to the floor.Her small hands work over the muscles in my chest, touching old scars and tattoos.I see the questions in her stormy gaze but now isn’t the time to talk about my past.

Now is for us.

Unclipping her bra, I watch her large breasts fall free, swaying slightly as the material falls to the floor.My cock kicks behind the confines of my sweatpants, pre-cum decorating the crown and wetting the fabric.

I push her back, allowing her to fall on the bed.

“I am going to consume you,” I smirk.

Lowering my sweatpants over my hips, my cock springs forth.Wrapping my hand around the length, I stare down at her.Lyrik spreads her thighs wide, giving me an even better view.

“Actions speak louder than words.”

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