Page 12 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

The question had him sucking in a breath again. “You keep making me feel like I’ve hit every jackpot in the world.” He laughed softly and leaned down to kiss me, delving his tongue into my mouth.

How sturdy is your bed frame?

I turned and glanced at it. “Not very. It’s particle board, but I don’t care if we break it.” I kind ofhopedthat we’d break it. I was ready to rattle that headboard until it snapped off.

“Good to know. Hop on over to the headboard and put your hands on it.”

I moved quickly to follow the instruction and braced my hands on the smooth fake-wood finish. Caden’s weight dipped the mattress as he climbed on behind me, balancing himself on my hips. He dipped eager fingertips between my thighs and stroked over my clit before sliding two inside me. I gasped and squeezed around them.

“So wet.” He nuzzled my shoulder. “And all for me.”

He slipped a third finger into me, slowly rotating his wrist to test the give at various angles and make sure I was ready for his cock. I shivered and kept a steady rock of my hips against his hand. I tried to fuck myself on those fingers, but he pulled away and I groaned at the loss.

“Impatient?”

“Pretty much always, yeah.”

“We’ll have to work on that.” He grabbed my hips and pressed his cock to lie between my ass cheeks.Assuming you want to keep me around.

“No opposition to that, but right now I need you to fuck me before I implode.”

Caden laughed and angled himself so the tip of his cock nudged my entrance. I held my breath, reveling in the pressure as he eased slowly in. Thepop, popof the first two ridges sliding in washeaven. I panted, eager to feel the other gorgeously textured ridges gliding into me.

My arms shook as I held myself up, using the headboard for balance. “Holy shit.”

Caden put his forehead against my hair. “You feelexquisite.”

He kept moving, so slowly that I was keenly aware of every single ridge breaching my pussy. We both shuddered as he slid home, hips pressing against mine when he was fully seated.

“Ready?” He nipped my shoulder and I craned my neck so I could kiss him.

“Ready!” I wiggled my hips.

Caden angled away, pulling out only the ridged base, and shoved back in. I bit my lip to smother my gasp. He leaned closer, resting his teeth against my shoulder, the pinpricks of his fangs sending a thrill of intoxicating panic up my spine. His hips snapped again and forced a guttural sound from me.

I was hyperaware of every movement, felt each individual ridge tease the inside of my pussy, textured and shaped like the ideal sex toy, but with the warmth and force of a person far stronger than me. He moved slowly, getting acquainted with how my body worked, testing out angles until he found one that had me panting like I was running a gods-damned marathon.

Once he’d found that spot, he kept up a steady rhythm, pulling me up that steep and glorious slope of pleasure. Tension coiled, a blazing live wire that drove me higher. I keened and cursed, digging into the headboard so hard my fingertips burned. The bed frame was already protesting, but so far holding up like a champ.

He drove in hard and I swore I almost ascended to another plane of existence.

“Sweetfuck.” I dropped my forehead to my arm and tried to keep myself together.

The slick sound and rippled glide unraveled my coherency thread by thread until I was fully supporting myself on the headboard, begging for every thrust. The ridges dragged inside, scratching a deep itch I hadn’t realized was there until I was half sobbing.

Color?

“Gods, f-fuckinggreen. I’m gonna die.”

He reached around and slid his fingers against my clit. My pussy gave a sharp squeeze and he muttered a“fuck.”

“Yes, fuck, right there, Caden. Don’t change anything.”

I was sweaty and shaking, desperately thrusting my hips to meet him. He stroked my clit in quick circles and my orgasm whipped me over that dangerous edge. My pussy snared him tightly and he choked out a groan, burying his face into the curve of my throat, as he kept working on my clit. He sucked at the pulse point and scraped his stubble over my skin. I whined, tossing my head back to give him better access.

Black spots danced in my vision.

The bed frame gave a concerningcrack, but thankfully didn’t fuck up our groove by collapsing. Caden tossed me over that edge of pleasure again, never letting my clit rest, and this time he buried himself deeply, warmth blooming from the tip of him inside me. We stayed like that, sweating and panting, until he gently pulled away, easing his cock free. I shuddered as each ridge came out, teasing me on its exit. I sank down onto the bed, flopping to the side.

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