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Exquisite creature. I wanted my omega as greedy as I was, demanding and determined to get what she desired by any means necessary. That was my mate, my partner, my heart.
Once I found a rhythm, stroking and licking and thrusting my tongue into her molten core, I brought my left hand around to join the fray. An omega in heat needed more than a mouth, and Lianna’s slick-soaked cunt took three of my thick fingers with ease. Her hips rocked and her core clenched as I played her inner walls, searching for that one little spot that was about to suffer all I had to give.
“Fuck.” She fell forward and braced on the floor, riding my hand. Those fingers were slow and steady, while my thumb worked her clit faster by degrees, pushing her, desperate for her first orgasm to soak me. Still, I couldn’t help but glance up and back, admiring her breasts as they dangled like ripe fruit for the plucking. Later, I’d have my fun with them. See if I could make her climax from nipple play and a steady stream of dark, possessive filth whispered in her ear.
While she relished my thumb’s efforts, I couldn’t help swapping it for my mouth every so often; my omega tasted so fucking good. My fingers remained steady, pulsing over her G-spot so that she squeaked and her inner walls fluttered. Lianna’s slick was the only drug to ever snare me, mind, body, and soul. I wanted more, more, more. All these years, I had been starved, barely surviving on the meager provisions provided by Pack Synn. Here, now, I intended to gorge myself fat again.
“W-wait…” A small fist yanked at my hair, forcing me away from her delectable clit. “Thumb.” Demanding creature. I grinned, resting my head on the floor as I gave her what she wanted, desperate to see her first fall into the abyss as clear as I could.
With my thumb back at her clit, Lianna grabbed my wrist to guide me, mewling, writhing.
“L-little movements,” she gasped. “Just?—”
I slowed at her behest, tight and controlled in my assault now. Paired with the constant pulse in her core, Lianna lasted another twenty seconds before she tumbled over the edge.
She came with a scream, her eyes clenched tight, her expression so fucking raw and earnest that I nearly spurted my seed all over us both.
Her cries painted the walls of my hoard, and I couldn’t help but snarl as her cunt convulsed around my fingers. Already addicted, I swapped my left hand for my mouth, devouring the gush of slick that followed. Her body could take so much more than three paltry fingers, but if I knotted her now, I’d have to wait too long to taste her again.
Tonight, my omega would learn just how gluttonous an alpha dragon could be.
Whining, whimpering, shaking, Lianna leaned back and braced her hands on my abdomen. I tightened my core to support her, hands off—for now—and settled back to admire her glorious body coated in a sweaty sheen. Her breasts bounced with every gasp, every pant, and for a few precious moments, I was more than happy to just admire her, revere her, from between her thighs.
When our eyes met, I raised an eyebrow. “More?”
Her pupils rounded. Her cheeks darkened. Her breathing evened out.
“Alpha,” my omega whispered huskily. “More.”
CHAPTER 8
Lianna
More.
I had never considered myself demanding before. Despite the leg tattoos, the dyed hair, the graphic designer hermit lifestyle, the spinster omega status, I tried to be good and low-key. Go with the flow. Whatever someone could give, that was always enough.
But suddenly, I was a glutton, because nothing could soothe this heat. Vidar was a goddamn savant at the art of the omega orgasm, but it just—wasn’t—enough.
Not the orgasm he blessed me with in a sea of gold silk using only his tongue.
Not the climax I squealed through in a narrow corridor of white and gray-flecked marble, trapped against him, my back pinned to his chest and his fingers playing my clit.
Not the tidal wave of pleasure that rocked me as I had crawled toward a giant bed in a dimly lit cave, Vidar’s fist inside me, my oceans of slick making it all so effortless.
And not now, my fifth climax pounding through me like an avalanche. It left me tingling and buoyant, utterly breathless at the edge of the round bed with its pine green linens and mountains of pillows. A little dazed, I blinked up at the domed ceiling, from which hung a Moroccan tiered pendant light. Made of pure gold, it bathed the space in a soft, warm light.
Hand on my heaving chest, I chased the high a little longer, Vidar still knelt between my thighs. He licked my smeared slick with low, contented rumbles, like he was on a bench at the waterfront, slowly, happily devouring a dripping ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day.
A solid orgasm was one way to stave off the more intense sensations of a heat, but the most satisfying thing for an omega was the fullness. Heats made us… expansive. We were built to take thick, swollen knots, aided by all this messy slick. Betas, male or female, struggled to take an alpha’s knot, but we were born to do it, and during our heat, we craved the sensation.
Bonded omegas would retreat to their nests with their pack to take a knot—or many knots. Whatever she preferred. Unbonded omegas like me were left to our imagination. I relied on toys, but some checked in to a heat hotel, where there were alphas on call, ready at a moment’s notice with a no-strings-attached knot.
There was a rumor floating around that alpha semen cured heat cramps outright, but that just seemed like typical alpha bullshit.
Like how blue balls was a medical emergency.
Still, five orgasms from my fated mate had helped—a lot. Internal chaos quieted, it was less biological warfare from my own body now, more emotional neediness aching in my chest. If Vidar wanted to give me more orgasms, great, but as I eased onto my elbows, I found myself desperate for intimacy, for him.