Chapter 16
Sixteen
EZRA
“You fed my brothers very well,” I tell my spent and tired omega.
Liana is light in my arms, her body warm through the silk robe, her cheek pressed against my chest where she can probably feel my heart hammering through my shirt. My cock is already stiffening. Has been since I lifted her off that table. Has been all fucking day, if I’m honest with myself.
I’ve been waiting to knot her again.
My balls tighten as I carry her down the hallway toward my room. My cock lengthens against the front of my slacks, thickening, the head pressing against the fabric so hard I can feel the ridge of the crown through two layers of cloth and pre-cum leaking just for her.
I lightly kick the door open to reveal my dark bedroom. I like it dark.
The single lamp beside the bed casts a warm amber circle across the charcoal sheets. The floor-to-ceiling windows show the city beyond the glass, cold and distant, forty-seven floors of nothing but air between us and the ground.
I set her down gently on the edge of the bed.
The silk robe pools around her hips, emerald against charcoal, and her auburn hair fans out across my pillowcase.
The lamplight catches the freckles on her shoulders, turning her skin gold.
Her lips are parted, her eyes wide with excitement.
I can smell how eager she is with my alpha wolf senses, which are much more heightened with an omega in heat.
Slick gleams on her inner thighs from dinner, shiny and wet, running in thin rivulets down to her knees.
The failed claiming scar is visible on her forearm.
“You look like a queen on my sheets,” I say, my voice coming out rougher than I mean it to. “You belong here. I want you here from now on.”
She trembles. Her thighs shift restlessly against the linen, and the silk falls open at her hip, exposing one bare leg all the way up to her waist. I can see the curve of her hip bone. The soft, pale skin of her inner thigh, slick-shiny, her pussy just visible where the robe opens.
“I would like that,” she whispers, and the sound of it does something to my chest I cannot name.
I stand at the foot of the bed. My hands go to my shirt as I unbutton it slowly, one button at a time, and I watch her watch me. Her eyes track my fingers. Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip, and my balls tighten so hard, so fast, that I have to grip the bedpost with my free hand.
The wood creaks under my grip.
My cock jerks against my slacks, and for one wild second I think I might come on her thigh before I’ve even touched her, and the thought is so fucking embarrassing I have to close my eyes and breathe through it.
Control. I have control. I have always had control.
The shirt comes off my shoulders. I drop it on the floor without looking. My belt next. The buckle clinks, loud in the quiet room, and I slide the leather free of the loops. Her eyes drop to the outline of my cock. They widen. Her lips part. Her breathing gets shallow.
“Do you like what you see, baby?”
“I didn’t get a good look the first time,” she breathes, letting out a small giggle. “You’re big. I’m actually a little nervous now just looking at your cock through your pants.”
I’m about to fuckin’ cum right now if she keeps looking at my cock like it’s some sort of delicacy.
“Don’t be nervous, hun. You took me in your asshole, baby,” I remind her, as I step out of my slacks and boxers.
My cock springs free, thick and hard and veined, the head dark red and leaking, and Liana makes a small, desperate sound in the back of her throat that goes straight to my raw dick now exposed.
I climb onto the bed, between her parted legs.
The mattress dips under my weight. I run both palms up her shins, slow, feeling the delicate bones beneath her skin. Up her knees. The outside of her thighs. The silk is cool under my hands, and beneath it, she is burning with heat.
“I need your knot, please,” she says in a breathy whisper.
“I know you do, baby. Just open your legs for me a little further.”
I push the robe open as she widens her thighs apart, giving me a clear view of her open pussy.
Her breasts are full, her nipples tight and pink against the warm light.
Her stomach curves soft, the dip of her waist so small my hands could span it.
Her freshly shaved mound glistens with slick, her pussy lips swollen and pink, and between her thighs, I can see her hole, clenching on nothing, hungry and wet.
My gaze moves to her forearms covered in scars.
She begins to fidget under the weight of my gaze. Her hands move, trying to cover herself, one palm sliding over her stomach, the other reaching for the robe panel to pull it closed.
I catch her wrists. Gently. Slow enough that she could pull away if she wanted to.
She does not pull away.
I pin her wrists to the bed on either side of her head, my grip firm but careful, and I lean down until my face is inches from hers.
“Don’t hide from me,” I say. My voice is low. I press her wrists into the sheets. “Your body is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And I am going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”
She whimpers as I lower my head and kiss her.
I kiss her slowly at first. My mouth on hers, gentle, giving her time to pull away. She kisses me back with hunger, her lips parting, her tongue finding mine, and the taste of her makes my cock throb against her thigh.
I release her wrists.
Her hands fly to my shoulders, my neck, the back of my head. She is pulling me down to her, her fingers tangled in my hair, and I go willingly. I cover her with my body, bracing my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her.
The feel of her naked breasts against my chest is hot.
So fucking hot.
Her nipples drag against my chest, making me harder. I want to be inside her already. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming on her stomach like a teenager with his first omega.
I kiss down her throat. Her pulse jumps under my lips, fast and wild, and I suck gently at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She arches, a soft moan escaping her, and her hands tighten in my hair.
I kiss the failed claiming scar on her arm. Slowly. With reverence. My lips trace the ragged silver line from her wrist to her elbow, and she gasps, sharp and surprised, and her hand tightens in my hair hard enough to hurt.
“I don’t want you to ever hide from me in my bed,” I growl as I kiss her breasts next.
I take one tight pink nipple into my mouth and suck gently, and she arches off the bed with a low, desperate moan that makes my cock jerk against her thigh.
I roll her nipple between my teeth, gentle at first, then firmer, and her back bows, her hips rolling up against me.
I kiss the small scar between her breasts. I kiss every freckle on her sternum. I work my way down her ribs, my lips tracing each bone, and her skin is so hot under my mouth I can feel her heartbeat everywhere.
Her belly. Soft. Warm. I kiss the dip of her navel. I kiss the soft skin just above her freshly shaved mound, and I inhale.
Her scent here is so concentrated, so wet, so fucking intoxicating that I have to close my eyes for a moment. Roses. Thick and warm and so sweet it makes my head swim. My cock is throbbing to be inside of her.
“Please, I need you,” she whimpers.
“I need you too,” I murmur, spreading her thighs wider with both hands. My palms slide under her knees, pushing, and she opens for me, her pussy exposed and glistening, slick running in a slow, thick rivulet down toward her ass.
I lower my mouth between her legs.
I lick her once. Long and slow, from the base of her pussy up to her clit, and her entire body arches off the bed with a high, broken cry that echoes off the ceiling. My tongue drags through her folds, gathering slick, and the taste of her makes my balls tighten so hard I groan against her pussy.
I grip her hips and hold her down. She is thrashing, her thighs trying to close around my head, and I keep her spread wide.
“Stay still for me, baby,” I growl against her pussy. “I just need you to squirt for me one more time before I can knot you.”
I lick her again. And again. And again.
Long, flat strokes of my tongue from her hole to her clit, and each lick makes her cry out, her hips bucking against my grip.
I learn her with my tongue. The spot just inside her entrance that makes her gasp.
The ridge under her clit that makes her thrash.
The spot just below her nub that makes her sob my name into the pillow.
She is so wet that slick is running down between her thighs onto my sheets. I can feel it pooling beneath her ass, warm and thick, and I drink her down. I have never tasted anything like her. Sweet. Salty. Musky.
She’s the definition of an omega in heat.
I suck her clit gently between my lips. Her back bows off the bed, a strangled moan tearing out of her, and her hands find my hair, fisting hard. I suck harder. My tongue flicks against the swollen nub, fast and firm, and her thighs start to shake.
“I can feel you getting close,” I murmur against her pussy. “Your clit is so hard in my mouth. So fucking swollen. You’re going to come on my tongue, omega. And then I’m going to breed you just like you need.”
Her hips buck against my mouth.
“Oh god!” she screams as I hold her down and suck harder, my tongue working her clit in rough, wet circles, and she comes against my mouth with a sharp, surprised cry—her thighs clamping around my ears, her hands fisting in my hair.
I work her through it. My tongue gentles, lapping at the fresh wave of slick she pours out for me, slow and thorough, and she is shaking.
“Mhm, you taste fucking phenomenal.”
“Ezra, oh my god,” she gasps over and over. I love hearing my name on her beautiful rosy lips.
I don’t stop until her thighs are trembling, until her hands have gone slack in my hair, until she is panting and whimpering and begging me to stop because she can’t take it anymore.
I pull back. Look up at her over the curve of her stomach.