Chapter Twenty-One #2
“I do not expect anything in return, veyrari, and you can still tell me to stop. I simply want to help you see how beautiful being omega is.”
She licked her lips and my purr dipped into a groan. I was aching for a taste of her slick, but I would not break her fragile trust by not ensuring she was willing first.
Her whine was a blade to my heart and my vorran flexed at the surge of need. She couldn’t seem to find the words, but when she swallowed and pushed the blanket down to her hips, I didn’t need her to vocalize.
“Thank you, veyrari. You’re being so brave for me.”
I kept my fingers over the blanket as I moved them to the space where her thighs met.
She sucked in a hissed breath, trembling as I stroked up the crease I could feel and over the mound above it, before moving my fingers in reverse.
I was careful to keep the pressure light at first, steadily increasing with each pass until the shavariin was tucked between her folds and I could feel the bump of her pleasure nub.
“I was told about this,” I said, stroking over it.
Her hips tipped and she made a strangled sound that had me leaking from my neglected vralekh.
I wanted to pull back the blanket to see her, to see what her folds looked like, but I didn’t want to stop what I was doing long enough to move the cover away.
I was mesmerized by her little gasps, the way her kethra pulsed, and the look on her face.
“What do you call it?”
She was writhing under my fingers, moans slipping from her throat, but when she didn’t respond I slowed and began circling around it instead of brushing over the top.
Her thighs were spread wide, the wet spot more than double in size, and the scent was making me salivate, but I wanted her to answer.
“What. Is. This?”
I tapped the center of my circle with one finger and she jerked, eyes locking on my face. She was flushed and sweaty, and I wanted to keep her that way every moment I could.
“Clit. It’s m—my clit.”
Control fraying, I rolled overtop her, holding myself up on hands and knees. My vralekh rested against her belly and my tail still held her leg, but those were our only points of contact, and she whined as if it pained her.
Grinning, I leaned down into the corner where her neck met her shoulder, dragging in the scent of her. Unable to resist, I flicked my tongue out and groaned at the taste of her flesh.
“Can I taste you, Serenya? Can I lap up that delicious slick you’re making for me?”
The way she froze and stared at me made me wonder if Humans didn’t do such things, but it only took her a heartbeat to suck in a breath and nod.
“Y—es.”
Increasing my purr, I slid down her body. I curled my fingers over the top edge of the shavariin and took it with me, staring at her flesh as it was revealed to me.
She was just as soft and smooth as the special blanket made for omegas. Even the thatch of hair on the mound above her lower lips was soft, and the glistening of her slick on the pink flesh inside made me groan.
“So beautiful.”
It was like nothing I’d ever seen, but it called to me, the pheromones released in her wetness rewiring my brain until I could think of nothing but licking it up. Drinking it down. Making her release more and more until she was too wrung out to produce another drop.
I pulled her legs wider, making room for myself to settle between them. Leaning down until my nose almost brushed her folds, I breathed her in, groaning again.
“You smell delicious.”
Placing my hands on the insides of her knees, I slid them up her thick thighs, spreading her wider. My tail still gripped one calf, and when my fingers framed her dark curls, I pulled her lower lips open even more.
Serenya whined and I looked up her body, marveling at her. She was all plushness and squeezable curves. Different from a Morraki, but still perfect for rutting and nurturing young.
“It’s just us. I want to see you shine.”
Her kethra were already bright and pulsing, mine the same, but when I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the edge of one lower lip, we both flared.
The lines that followed her torso down to the cradle of her hips were almost blinding, but I didn’t care.
I kept my eyes on her face as I licked the other side, then dipped down and pushed my tongue into her center.
Her cry reverberated off the crystal above, our light reflecting back at us and moving across the room as she writhed. I slid my arms under her legs, curling my hands around to hold her thighs open as I pushed deeper, then withdrew to lick over her pleasure nub.
“This shae’ryn is mine.”
I flicked her clit with my tongue again before giving it a slow stroke.
“It’s mine to lick. It’s mine to please.”
Thrusting my tongue back into her opening, I curled it inside her, her walls massaging it as if it was my vorran.
“And soon, mine to knot, and mine to breed.”
Turning my head, I dragged my teeth along the edge of the plump flesh, making Serenya hiss and whimper even as she bucked her hips in search of more.
“Tell me what you need, veyrari. How does my omega like her clit licked?”
I gave the bud quick little flicks again, Serenya’s thighs quivering and trying to clamp around my head, only my grip stopping her. Her whimpers and moans grew louder, and she tried to rock against me, but I wasn’t giving her the friction she needed.
Until she took hold of my ridges and yanked my face into her core.
Purr deepening into a growl, I thrust my vorran against the blankets as I stuffed my tongue into her hole. Her slick coated my chin, running down to drip off even as I swallowed more of it, and still she writhed against me.
Uncurling my tail from her leg, I let it take the place of my tongue, careful of the bony tip as I pushed it into her opening. Focusing my attention on her clit, I let the twin points move against it as I twisted my tongue before laving it with the textured flat.
“Kael!”
Hearing her cry my name in warning only drove me to keep going. To push her farther. Making tiny thrusts with my tail as I rocked my own hips against the bed, I licked and licked until her body drew so tense every muscle in her strained.
And then her release overtook her and slick was flooding from around my tail, her grip on my ridges tight as she rode my face.
We made a mess of the shavariin and the other blankets beneath us, but I didn’t care.
I’d buy her a new one every day if I could have her gushing on me like that each night.
We weren’t even bonded, and she was already becoming my obsession.