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“Touch yourself while I spank you,” I tell her. “But if you try to slip a finger inside, there’ll be hell to pay.”
Her hand immediately slides down to her cunt, and I watch her wrist start to flick furiously.
So much for being done. My little omega has a lot to learn.
I spank her seven more times, breaking between each spank to slide my fingers underneath the strings of her thong and pull it tight so that it digs into her pussy lips and her ass. By the time I reach the seventh hit, her panties are ruined, stretched to uselessness, and utterly drenched in slick.
On the eighth smack, my mate comes with a whimper and a buck that makes me reach forward and plant a hand onto her back so that she doesn’t tumble to the floor. I watch her delectable ass shake as she quivers from her orgasm and then falls forward over my knees.
I wish I had a camera and could take a picture of her splayed out, legs open, ass pink, and panties stretched to reveal that cunt for me.
“Elena.” I only have to say her name before she remembers.
“Three.” Her voice is a weak croak. “Black, I can’t …”
I cut off her protests by carefully helping her to her feet and holding onto her waist so she doesn’t fall. Then I stand up, stepping to the side. I pick her up and drape her sideways across the chair so that her neck rests on one arm while her legs splay over the other side.
“Just lay back and let me make you feel good.” I kneel on the side of the chair between her legs and reach up so that I can drag the ruined thong from her hips. I tuck it into my pocket before I lean forward and hike her nightdress up above her breasts so that all of her, from her pretty nipples to her glistening slit, is on display for me.
She’s utterly irresistible. Her body is a temple calling my lips to worship.
With a breathless, light feeling in my chest, I kiss a line down from her chest to her belly button and then trawl my lips along the junction of either thigh. I gently bring my lips to her seam, mouthing the most secret part of her.
The scent and taste of her slick make my eyes want to roll back in my head. My cock jumps, and this time, I can’t resist. My hands dive into my sweatpants and I jerk it slowly, letting my fist hit my knot with each stroke as I eat out my mate. I start with slow flat licks for a minute, lapping up the wetness along her entire length. Then I blade my tongue and let it dive inside her, fucking her with my mouth. As I do that, I burrow my nose near her clit. I know I’ve hit the right spot when her hands come down and dig into my hair with an iron grip.
I have to pull my hand from my pants when her hips start humping my face, when it’s hard to catch a breath because she’s smashing herself into me in a bid to chase her own pleasure one final time. I focus my spearing tongue, try to increase the speed of my nuzzling.
“Four. Four. Four!” Elena howls as her hands clutch my hair and she tries to smother me. When she finally goes limp and releases me, I chuckle, leaning forward and licking her sensitive folds one last time.
“Told you we could get there,” I say with a grin as I reach up to the back of the recliner and grab the white t-shirt I never bothered to put on. I use it to wipe my face and then clean her up gently.
Her eyes are half closed as she sprawls across the chair, totally spent. “I didn’t believe you.”
“I know. Next time, you’ll know better.”
Her mouth quirks but I’ve orgasmed the fight out of her for the time being.
I come back to my feet, my cock straining painfully against my sweatpants. I reach in and adjust myself. Then I lean over to scoop her up bridal-style.
I carry her over to the queen bed that Jonah’s still passed out in and pull back the dark-green coverlet on the other side. Surprise lifts her brow. “But … what about you?”
I lay her down and gently pull the blankets over her. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“I don’t understand.” Her confusion is utterly innocent and endearing. Sometimes I forget how new she is to shifter life.
I cup her cheek. “I’m your alpha. You’re my omega. That’s all there is to understand.” I let myself have one last look at her soft, moonlight-colored eyes. Then I turn.
My mate is taken care of. Now, it’s time to take care of my pack.
4
JONAH
When my eyelids drift open,I feel like I’m waking up from a dream. Like I was asleep and had a nightmare during a storm. Storms always give me pressure headaches—so I don’t even second-guess the fact that my head is pounding.
It takes a full minute before the memories come rushing back. The bomb. The thought that I was gonna die. Fear. Regret. Heat searing my back. All of it smashes into me. Suddenly, I understand just why my head feels like a sledgehammer hit it.
I don’t even really understand how I’m still here. How is that possible?
