CHAPTER SEVEN
MOON
MINE. MINE! MINE!
My thoughts were feral as I rocked into her, my body locked with hers, unable to thrust as deeply as I wanted to now. Even so, I couldn’t stop moving. She was beautiful, this omega who belonged to us.
I still couldn’t believe she was real and not a figment of my imagination, my wildest fantasy come to life. More importantly, I couldn’t believe I was knot deep in her pussy. And she was moaning for me, enjoying me, clutching me tightly.
I’d licked her, fucked her, and bit her. That meant she was all mine now. I'd waited my entire life for this moment, for this omega. The reality of her surpassed every fantasy I'd conjured over the years.
I couldn't stop low growls from rumbling through my chest as I gazed down at her mahogany skin glistening with sweat despite the snow around us. Her face was flushed with pleasure, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused.
Beautiful didn't begin to describe her. She was exquisite, perfect. Mine! My hips jerked involuntarily, drawing a gasp from her lips. My beast reveled in the sound, urging me to make her cry out again.
Though I’d already claimed her, my beast pushed me to bite her again. And again. Covering her with imprints of my teeth to ensure that everyone who came near her would know she belonged to me. Her hand reached out toward Ryung, who knelt beside us, stroking his cock.
"Need you in my mouth," she rasped, eyes on my guard.
My beast snarled, possessiveness flaring hot and demanding.
No. She's mine. Only mine.
But the rational part of me that recognized Ryung as my brother in all but blood, my guard, my best friend, my only friend, knew this was right. Knew she belonged to both of us. Ryung's eyes met mine, seeking permission.
He wouldn't touch her without my consent, not while I was deep in my rut, my beast so close to the surface. His restraint, even when our omega was begging for him, made me respect him even more.
Even so, I wanted to deny him. Wanted to keep her all to myself. Wanted to be the only one to taste her, touch her, please her. But I couldn't. She was ours. My beast fought me, snarling and snapping, demanding I push Ryung away.
But I fought harder, forcing it down, forcing myself to share what belonged to us both. I gave a short nod, watching as Ryung moved closer.
"Use your words, Prince," he said, his voice rough with need. "Is it okay for me to touch our mate? I need to hear you say it."
Another surge of possessiveness threatened to overtake me. But I knew why he’d asked. Knew he needed to be certain I wouldn't attack him the moment he touched our omega. Though my beast was still at the forefront, I was holding him back, not allowing him to take complete control.
I couldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t let him be too rough with our omega. I forced myself to speak.
"Yes," I growled, the word clawing its way out of my throat.
Ember's pussy fluttered around my cock, her perfume wrapping around me. Her reaction to my response calmed my alpha somewhat, pulling my attention back to her sweet heat. She was so damn wet and was squeezing my knot tightly.
I’d never felt anything like this before. I was so damn happy I’d waited for my mate. So happy I hadn’t given this cock, this knot, this tongue to anyone else. It was hers. Only hers. Would always belong only to her.
I was ready for my knot to go down so I could knot her again. I never felt this much pleasure when I jerked off. This was beyond my comprehension, beyond what I thought was possible.
And Ryung was feeling the same thing. He was thrusting into our omega’s greedy mouth, eyes zeroed in on her. Our mate was groaning around his length as she rocked back against me.
I watched, fascinated, as she worked Ryung's cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The sight was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed. Ryung's pace quickened, his breath coming in harsh pants as he fucked her mouth.
His control was admirable. He was being so gentle with her despite the clear desperation on his face.
"I'm going to cum," he warned her, his hands tightening in her hair. "Going to fill up that pretty mouth of yours."
She moaned in response, her body quivering between us, her pussy growing impossibly wetter around my knot. The scent of her arousal thickened, that sweet cinnamon mixing with spice as her pleasure built.
Ryung threw his head back, a roar tearing from his throat as his release hit him.
I watched, entranced, as our omega's throat worked, swallowing every drop he gave her.
The sight of her drinking him down, combined with the rhythmic clenching of her pussy around my knot, pushed me over the edge again.
Another orgasm crashed through me, my cock pulsing as I filled her with more of my seed. My entire body shuddered with the force of it, spots dancing before my eyes as pleasure consumed me.
Our mate came again, also, her body convulsing, inner walls gripping my knot like a vise as she rode out her climax. I could feel her pleasure through our newly formed bond, a feedback loop of ecstasy that threatened to drive me mad.
Time lost all meaning as we remained locked together, both of us trembling with aftershocks. I watched Ryung ease out of her mouth, falling to his side in the snow, spent. His eyes were on our omega.
I’d never seen him stare at anyone like that before. Our omega collapsed onto her elbows, chest heaving, eyes closed, completely spent. Her skin gleamed with sweat despite the cold night air, her body utterly defenseless in her exhaustion.
Something primal and protective surged within me at the sight. Having no idea how long my knot would stay inflated, I wrapped my arms around her and lay down on my side in the snow, stretching my arm and leg out so that most of her body was resting on mine.
I wasn't sure how long we stayed that way, me holding her close, Ryung unable to tear his eyes away from her. Finally, my knot began to deflate. A groan escaped me as I carefully withdrew from her tight heat.
I scooped her into my arms, cradling her against my chest, using my body heat to warm her. She nuzzled into me instinctively, seeking my warmth, my protection. My heart swelled with an emotion I couldn't name, something fierce and tender all at once.
Love? Could this be love? This fast? I didn’t even know my mate’s name, yet I knew I’d destroy the world to keep her safe.
"Mine," I whispered against her hair.
She snuggled against my chest, her fingers reaching up to touch my face, tracing the line of my jaw with a tenderness that made my heart constrict. Her pretty brown eyes were shimmering with wonder.
"Thank you," she whispered.
I didn't understand what she was thanking me for.
For claiming her? For the pleasure we'd shared?
For accepting her despite her attempt on our lives?
It didn't matter. Looking down at her beautiful face, those warm brown eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction and exhaustion, I knew with bone-deep certainty that I would die for this omega without hesitation.
Her palm came to rest against my cheek, and I turned my face to press a kiss against it, breathing in her sweet scent that was now mingled with mine. Her hand lowered to her lap, eyes closing.
Rest, little one. You deserve it.
My gaze moved to the mark on her neck, my claiming bite. Mine. The sight of it sent another surge of possessiveness through me, my cock hardening again despite having just found release inside her. My alpha was pushing me to fuck her again, to knot her again.
The urge was nearly overwhelming, a drive that threatened to consume whatever shreds of rationality I still possessed. But the exhaustion on her face told me she needed rest, not another claiming.
"Chain me up," I growled to Ryung, my beast still close to the surface, still trying to free itself.
Ryung's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Chain you? Why? Knotting her released you from your rut, right?"
"Not completely,” I confessed. “If you don't chain me up, my alpha will push me to take her again. And again. All night. And she needs rest."
The beast inside me wanted nothing more than to flip our omega onto her back and drive into her until neither of us could move. But it was clear she needed time to recover.
"I'll chain you once we get back to the tower," Ryung agreed, his eyes moving to our omega’s naked form cradled against my chest. "Hold her close, I’ll go find her shirt so we can cover her up and carry her back to the tower. In fact, I’ll run to the first floor and grab a blanket for her.”
"Make the guards step away from the entrance," I growled, the thought of anyone else seeing our omega naked sending a wave of rage through me. "I don’t want to have to kill anyone tonight."
"Understood." Ryung moved closer, his gaze softening as he looked down at our mate. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he murmured, his voice filled with wonder.
She was more than beautiful. She was perfect. She was ours.
“We can't lose her," I rasped, my arms tightening around her slumbering form.
"We won't," Ryung promised, his eyes meeting mine. "Even if you hadn’t just claimed her, we wouldn't let her go. She's ours, and we’re hers. Forever."
"Look at you, sounding unusually poetic."
Ryung smirked. "You're sounding unusually coherent for someone who was just in a rut. Your ruts typically last a couple of days. By now, you’d have clawed deep gashes in the wall and damn near broken free of the chains. Maybe our little assassin is the remedy we didn't know you needed."
Perhaps he was right. The blood-red haze that had consumed me the moment she ran away from me was thinning. Maybe it was because the anger that triggered the rut disappeared the moment I had her on her hands and knees.
I could still feel my beast pacing beneath the surface, ready to erupt at the slightest provocation. But he was manageable. For now.
"Stay here with her,” Ryung told me. “I won't be long.”