Page 72 of Broken Omega

“One day,” he murmurs, in that soft, dreamy voice that used to be all for me. “We won’t need to hide anymore, and we can mark you where everyone can see it. I’m waiting for that day, River. Don’t ever think I’ve forgotten. Don’t ever think I don’t ache to sink my teeth into your throat.”

I know that he does. His bright eyes flash every time he talks about it.

He wants our bond for life. He’s never once given me any reason to doubt that.

“I ache for that day, too,” I admit, making him gasp in a breath.

My skin flushes at the confession. I’m used to feeling vulnerable, but I’m not used to telling people what I want. In the past, anything I wanted or loved was used against me. I learned to keep my true feelings to myself. Undoing that lesson isn’t easy, but Donnie’s never given up on me.

He moves over me, pinning my body down with his as he captures my mouth in a deep kiss that makes my half-mast dick surge back to its full length and thickness. I can feel his thick shaft against my hip bone, with the tip of his cock leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on my skin, while his kiss steals my breath.

Breaking away, he looks into my eyes. “I could mark you right now.”

He grinds his teeth when his gaze moves to my throat. He strokes the skin where he’s talked about marking me in the past. It’s a very specific, very visible area that would make my mark difficult to hide in public.

“You could,” I start. “But you know you can’t.”

He growls lightly at me, and a very big part of me knows if he made that suggestion one more time, I’d tell him to do it, effectively ending my chance at a career for the sake of a real mating mark.

I want a forever bond with him, and it’s more important to me than anything else, but I can’t make myself tell him that. I want it too badly. That’s why I decided to train to be an EMT. So I could feel closer to my mates without having to admit the thing I want more than anything else.

“Soon,” Donnie tells me, kissing my throat before moving down my body, disappearing under the sheets and putting his mouth to work between my legs. He starts with slow, deliberate licks over and under my balls, and gradually works his way up to the straining, wet head of my cock.

“Haven’t you tasted me enough?” I ask him, knowing my cum and my slick don’t taste the same while I’m taking strong dosage suppressants daily. There’s barely a hint of my perfume on me now, and that’s while I’m in the presence of a true mate, naked and relaxed.

He laughs under the covers. “I could never get enough. Never.”

His lips wrap around my tip, his tongue moving over the wet surface, tasting me.

He moans around me as he takes more of me into his mouth.

My dick is close to ten inches long, and he takes in every inch as if he swallows swords for a living.

Maybe he did, in another life.

His moans intensify with every movement, his saliva slickening me up as he works his way up and down my length, licking and sucking and moaning against me.

“Oh, Fuck. Donnie, you have to slow the fuck down.”

Or not. I kind of love it. I just love it so much I’d like it to last a little longer.

He slows down slightly, and I let out a breath, trying to control the urge to rock my hips and let him swallow every last drop of cum that spills out of my cock into his mouth.

One more moan is all it takes, and it’s a desperate, needy one, full of longing.

I lose control and come.

He drinks it all down and releases my cock from his mouth slowly, licking the tip before he lets it go.

“Now, turn over,” he demands, with a wicked smile. “I’m not done tasting you.”

DONNIE

I’m still reeling from River’s admission that he wants a real mark from me. I’ve felt his desire when I’ve talked about it before, and he said yes to the marks we already gave him, but this is different. Those marks we gave him before. Saying yes to those was like agreeing to take our promise rings. It was a promise to bond properly at some unknown later date.

The admission that he wants a real mark is like saying yes to an engagement.

He wants this bond with me, with us. I knew that, but hearing him say it has given me renewed hope.

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