CHAPTER NINE
RYUNG
MY BODY TREMBLED AS I fought for control, every muscle tight with the effort of restraining myself. I didn't feel a rut coming on, yet I did feel my alpha pushing at me, demanding I take her hard.
The need to be inside her, to bury myself knot-deep in her sweet pussy, was overwhelming.
I hadn't expected her to taste so damn good, like cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven.
That first swipe of my tongue against her slick had nearly undone me completely, had almost made me come without a single touch to my cock.
And when she'd orgasmed, flooding my mouth with her essence? Fuucckkk! I’d thought I might drown in pleasure right then. Her juices had dripped from my chin as I feasted on her, and I couldn't get enough.
I could have bathed in my mate's essence, could have spent hours with my face buried between her thighs, drinking her in like the finest whiskey. I placed her in the center of the bed, then climbed on after her.
My gaze roamed over her naked form as I knelt between her parted thighs. She was so damn beautiful it made my chest ache. Her wild curls splayed across my pillow like spilled ink, framing a face that could have brought kingdoms to their knees.
Those curves called my name, begging me to kiss, lick, and suck every inch of her until she was trembling uncontrollably beneath me. I lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, needing a better view of her pussy.
Fuck me!
It didn't make any damn sense for a pussy to be that pretty. Glistening with slick, swollen, and pink from my earlier attention, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't resist dragging my fingers through her wetness, coating them in her arousal before bringing them to my mouth.
The taste exploded on my tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock.
I moaned as I sucked my fingers clean, eyes locked with hers.
Her heat was close. I could smell it in her scent, which grew sweeter and spicier with each passing moment.
She moaned as she watched me taste her, her hips shifting restlessly against the mattress.
"Are you gonna just stare at it or are you going to knot it?" she rasped, impatience lacing her tone.
I smiled, unable to contain my delight. Damn, this beautiful, murderous butterfly was perfect for us. I gripped my cock and stroked it slowly, letting her see exactly what was about to fill her.
"You want this knot?" I asked, my gaze meeting hers, noting the fire in her eyes.
"Yes, I want it," she whispered, voice husky with need.
"How badly do you want it?" I pressed, needing to hear her beg for me. Needing to know she wanted this, wanted us, as desperately as we wanted her.
"So damn bad."
I shook my head, stroking my cock a little faster. "That's not good enough. How bad do you want it, omega?"
"My name is..." she started, but I cut her off with a growl.
"Don't say it," I told her, watching her eyes go wide with surprise.
"We'll do a formal introduction once the prince is lucid enough to be beside me when you tell us everything.
" I leaned closer, my voice dropping to a growl.
"And you will tell us everything. You'll tell us who sent you, why they sent you, and what they will likely do to you since you failed to kill us. Understood?"
Her eyes flashed with defiance before she whispered, "Understood, alpha."
Yeah, she’d agreed to that too easily. Smirking, I asked, "Why are you being such a sweet omega for me now?"
"Because I'm hoping it makes you shut up and stuff that knot in me," she sassed, a challenge glinting in her eyes.
This little witch. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she surprised me again. I leaned down and claimed her lips in a fierce kiss, joy spreading through me like wildfire. Happy. That's what I was.
I was happy to have this omega in my life, in our lives. After years of Moon insisting we wait, years of me growing increasingly cynical about ever finding our mate, here she was, fierce and perfect and everything we hadn't known we needed.
Our tongues danced together, touching, teasing, tasting. She lifted her hips and rubbed her body against mine, her heat scorching me. My cock throbbed painfully, ready, desperate to be inside her.
Wrenching my mouth away from the kiss, I stared down at her, my heart racing so fast I thought it might burst from my chest.
"Put it in," I told her, wanting her to be the one to guide me home.
She smirked, then placed her hand between us, pressing it against my chest. I gritted my teeth as she rubbed her palm over my chest, her thumb flicking across my nipple, making me shudder with pleasure.
I watched her, in awe of her as her hand trailed down my abs, tracing the ridges of muscle there. I hissed when she finally gripped my cock, her thumb trailing over the tip before she stroked up and down its length with maddening slowness.
"Omega," I growled in warning.
Her chuckle was like the sweetest melody, dark and promising.
"Sorry, alpha," she whispered, not looking apologetic at all.
She rubbed my cock between her slick folds, coating me in her arousal before positioning the head at her entrance.
I eased in just a bit, the tip sliding into her tight heat.
She removed her hand from between us, letting me take over.
I pushed in further, her tight pussy squeezing my cock, drawing me deeper. Her eyes drifted shut in pleasure.
"Look at me as I fill you up," I growled, causing her eyes to jerk open.
I needed to see her face, needed to watch every flicker of emotion as I claimed her.
I inched deeper into her sweet heat, stretching her as pleasure washed over me in waves.
Gripping her thighs with her legs still over my shoulders, I continued pushing into her until my knot pressed against her entrance.
I eased out and slowly slid into her again, working her on my cock, letting her tight pussy get accustomed to my size.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned, struggling to maintain control over my wolf.
I could sense its restlessness. The animal within me wanted to take over, to claim her with savage abandon. I eased out and slid back into her, making us both gasp from the pleasure.
"Harder, Ryung. Fuck me harder," she demanded, nails digging into my forearms. "Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I'm yours, alpha."
Her words spurred me on, breaking the last threads of my control. I slammed into her with a force that shook the bed, making her cry out in pleasure. I fucked her hard, fingers pressing into her thighs as I held her legs over my shoulders, driving into her with everything I had.
I gave it to her just the way she wanted it. Each thrust drove me deeper, made her moan louder, but it wasn't enough. I needed to be closer to her, needed to feel her skin against mine, needed to surround her completely with my presence.
I lowered her legs from my shoulders, pressing my chest against hers as I changed the angle of my thrusts. Her legs wrapped around my waist instantly, her hands flying to my back, nails digging into my skin, and I fucking loved it.
I pressed kisses to her neck as I drilled her, pounding her pussy, my knot slamming against her entrance with each thrust, ready to lock our bodies together.
Not yet. I wanted her to cum on my cock before I let go, wanted to feel her clench around me, wanted to know I'd given her pleasure before I took my own.
"Yes, Ryung," she moaned, her breath warm against my ear. "Just like that. Don't stop, alpha," she groaned.
Nothing could make me stop fucking her. The room could catch on fire and burn down around us, and I'd fuck her until the smoke cleared. I slid my hands under her body, one gripping the back of her head, fingers tangling in those wild curls, the other cupping her ass.
I held her to me as I fucked her, needing to be closer to her. I couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get close enough to her. Every thrust was a desperate attempt to merge us together, to make us one. I wanted every part of me to be a part of her.
I wanted to be in her heart. I wanted to be the air she breathed. I wanted her to consume me, take all of me until we couldn't tell where she ended and where I began. And there was only one way to achieve that kind of connection, that kind of belonging.
I had to bite her, to mark her, to claim her, making her mine as surely as she was Moon's. My lips trailed over her neck, seeking the spot opposite from where Moon's mark already stood stark against her skin.
Here, I would mark her here, on her scent gland. From now on, everyone would know who this omega belonged to. She belonged to us, to Moon and to me, and anyone who tried to take her would pay with their life.
"Do it," she moaned, bucking against me, her body trembling with need. "Make me yours, alpha," she pleaded, tilting her head to give me better access to her throat.
The gesture of submission, of trust, made my wolf rise up. With a growl that came from the deepest part of me, I sank my teeth into her throat, piercing her smooth skin, marking her forever.
At the same moment, I thrust deeply, shoving my knot past her entrance, locking our bodies together as I claimed her completely. My mate cried out my name, coming hard around me, her body shaking against mine as I lost control and spilled inside her.
Her pussy clenched my knot in rhythmic pulses, squeezing me tighter with each contraction, sending waves of pleasure radiating through every part of me. In that moment of perfect connection, regret washed over me.
I wished I'd been like Moon. Wished I'd waited for our omega. Wished I'd believed him when he said there was someone out there for us. But I'd been hotheaded and thinking with my cock.