Chapter 13 Taliana
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TALIANA
Oh, Gods… Oh, Gods… Oh…
I’m on fire in the best way.
Burning beneath Oros’s skilled mouth. Lost to his touch. His words. His everything.
He’s between my legs. Oh, my Gods, he’s between my legs…
And not with his knot. But his tongue.
I… I never…
A moan that sounds part wolf vibrates through me, the growl underscoring it all feral need. I’ve never explored myself much, my suppressants having stunted me in a lot of ways. But oh, I like this exploration now.
Foreign flames flood my veins, my core alive with a cyclone of intense sensations. It curls within me, making me dizzy with want.
Oros said he wasn’t going to knot me. I don’t understand why, and at first, I was somewhat relieved. But now… now I want… something. Anything. Pressure. Inside me.
I say his name as his palms slide up my thighs, his mouth still focused on my sensitive flesh. He’s found some sort of pleasurable spot, one that throbs and pulses against his tongue.
My clit, I think, fairly certain that’s the term. But I’ve never had cause to discuss it.
Until now. Until him. Until this.
Only, it’s not enough. “I need more,” I tell him, the words falling unbidden from my lips. I don’t know what they mean. Or what I’m actually craving. But I’m hoping he understands.
“You need me inside you,” he says, his gold irises finding mine as his fingers prod at my damp center. “Like this.”
My lips part on a scream as he enters me, the pain transforming into instant pleasure as he moves his finger—no… fingers—in a hypnotic pattern deep within my tight channel.
My toes curl as he strokes a particular spot, stars shooting off behind my eyes and blinding my vision.
“Mmm, that’s it, Taliana,” he murmurs. “Glisten for me, little diamond.”
Every part of me clenches, his erotic words doing something to me.
His comments about piercing me ignited a fire inside my soul, one his praise now is stoking even hotter. I have no idea who I am. But my wolf is roaring through me, guiding me to the precipice of an unknown oblivion.
“Flames, printesa mea, the way you’re squeezing my fingers is making me want to fuck you,” he breathes. “You’re going to feel so fucking good around my cock, take my knot so damn well.”
Each word is spoken against my clit, the vibrations stirring invisible waves of electricity that hum along my skin.
“I feel…” I can’t finish my sentence. I don’t know how to describe what I’m experiencing. Life? Pleasure? A renewed existence?
“Are you hot all over?” he asks me, his voice a rumble of sound that he emphasizes with his purr.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Like you’re about to explode?”
I nod frantically, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I mumble out a choked sound of agreement.
“Ride that wave, little diamond,” he tells me, his tongue slipping out to tease my swollen flesh. His fingers pump deep, twisting and turning inside me, making me feel full yet empty at the same time. “Ride it until you crash.”
I don’t know what he means, but I try to do what he says, my body balancing on the precipice of something catastrophic.
His mouth clamps down on me again, sending me into the stars and forcing me over the edge into madness.
I lose my sight.
My sense of sound.
My… my everything.
It’s all so intense. So beautiful. So amazing.
Ripples of pleasure warm me from head to toe, my body pulsing in time with his tongue. His lips. His touch. His being.
We’re connected. One. Writhing in a pool of rapture, existing on a plane I can’t even begin to define.
And suddenly, I’m… I’m me again. Blinking up at the white ceiling. Clutching the plush bedding beneath me. Panting like I just sprinted for miles through a dark forest.
A jolt echoes up from between my thighs as Oros kisses me there, then his big, powerful body crawls up over me, his mouth wet with my arousal.
He doesn’t say anything, just kisses me. Forces me to taste myself on his tongue. Indulges me with my own pleasure. And settles once more between my thighs, his hardness aligning perfectly with my weeping heat. Only, he doesn’t enter me. He simply… relaxes.
With his head against my clit.
And his knot pulsing much farther down.
I can feel his need, taste his desire, sense his feral nature.
Yet he kisses me with a reverence I feel warming every inch of my soul.
“That, my darling Omega, is how Alphas treat our females here,” he tells me softly. “Now I’m going to make you come again with my cock because I want you to saturate my skin with your sweet scent.”
My lips part, questions firing in my mind, but he kisses me before I can formulate the words out loud.
Suddenly his tongue is possessing mine, teaching me a new dance, one where he leads and I follow. Because why wouldn’t I follow? He’s igniting my soul in a way I never knew was possible.
When his hips press down, my legs shift to wrap around him. It’s the most natural response in the world, one I fully embrace as I start rubbing myself against him, coating his hardness with my arousal and moaning each time he applies pressure to my clit.
Gods, this is…. so unlike me. I feel animalistic. Feral. Lost to the savagery within.
But I can’t stop it.
I just want more.
I want him.
I need to know this, to experience that heat again, to fly.
Gods, that’s it, I realize. Falling off that cliff must be similar to soaring through the clouds.
Yes, I need that to happen again.
Oh, Gods, yes…
I clutch his shoulders, my body going up in flames beneath him as I chase the pleasure zipping through my being. “Oros.” His name comes out on a hiss of sound, one that ends in a groan as I tumble into that blissful oblivion once more.
Only this time, I can feel him rubbing up against me, his heat a blanket that leaves me feeling protected and safe as I fall even deeper into the cloud of eroticism.
So hot.
So explosive.
So wonderful.
By the time I settle, I realize we’re kissing. Except the movement is slower now, his lips whispering against mine, his touch gentle along my sides. He’s also purring, his contentment lulling me into a state of sweet relaxation.
I yawn, suddenly exhausted.
My eyes flutter closed. Just a few minutes, I tell myself. I’ll rest… for just a few minutes.
His nose traces my cheek, his lips ghosting across my skin. “You can rest for as long as you need, printesa mea,” he says softly.
Hmm, I must have said those words out loud.
Oh well.
I nuzzle into him, belatedly realizing that I’m somehow snuggled into his side now. It doesn’t matter. He’s purring. My nose is near his chest.
For the first time in forever, I feel safe.
Warm.
And perfectly… content.