Chapter 15 #2
Gods help her, but a fire burst into life deep inside of her.
It licked along her veins and sent simmering heat over her skin.
Elena whined as he took the first step, bouncing her against the hard planes of his stomach.
Pleasure unlike anything exploded. Fireworks shimmering behind her closed eyes as he took another step and another.
Up the stairs and into the bedroom, he followed her down onto the bed. Never once letting her go as he dragged her into the center of the bed. Grinding his hips against her, making her feel every hard inch of him as he rubbed against something tender and swollen.
It did anything but hurt.
Elena gasped as his hand folded over her breast, kneaded the soft flesh with gentle fingers. It wasn’t at all like before when he hurt her. She came alive under his touch, back arching to give him more access.
The brush of his lips startled her, but he was there in an instant.
Covering her mouth with his. Delving deep inside of her and withdrawing, a mimicry of the act she knew he wanted her to perform.
It should have scared her, but she found a moan on her lips instead as she chased him.
Luring him back to lay waste to all of her defenses.
The scent of evergreens potent and strong all around her as she clung to the man above her.
She hated the clothes between them, wanted to feel the rough rasp of his palm on her skin instead of hearing it as it sighed against cloth. Offering him a plaintive whine, she felt his smile against her lips. Tried not to envision the cruel smirk that it was.
It all just felt so damned good.
Only instincts.
It didn’t matter anymore. Not as he ground his hips down against her, smashing that pleasurable point between them.
An airy sound escaped her throat as her hips lurched in response.
The spun sugar sweetness of her excitement filled the air and Elena could feel the wetness coating her sex, staining her underwear.
His hands became impatient, tugging at the sleeves of her dress, digging into her back as he wrenched the zipper down. Careful of the garment until it caught at her shoulders. With a primal sound, he ripped it away. Ruining it in one fell swoop before tearing it from her body and down her legs.
Clothed only in her underwear, Elena thought to be shy.
Hands fluttering in agitated fits over her breasts and sex, she tried to hide from him.
That angered him, grabbing both of her wrists in one giant hand to haul them up over her head.
Pinning them there until Elena arched and whined as the small bones ground together.
“Let me see you,” Leon husked though his head dipped down so that he could mouth the side swell of her breast.
The nip of his teeth made her keen. His tongue licked away the sting before he turned to the other, giving it the same treatment. Then he was pulling her bra off, snapping delicate lace under his eager hands.
When she lay most of the way bare, he sat back. Made a sound she’d never heard before.
The bone deep growl worked its way through her spine, flowing through the cradle of her hips and into her legs.
Opening her to him as a flower to the sun as she whined and tugged at her arms. Twitching against the lascivious sound, she arched into the slow grind of his hips.
Pleading without words, begging for more.
Elena bared her teeth as he put space between their bodies. Growling at the male many times her size as if she had any power in this exchange.
His smile was a fierce thing to behold, sharp as any knife as his free hand ripped open his clothes. He sent buttons flying in every direction as he bared his chest then moved on to the belt at his waist. Shucking his clothing off, he brought his body down against hers.
Elena moaned at the first touch. So hot he burned, the rough rasp of his hand gliding over the curves of her side and up to her breast broke down any defense she ever had. When his lips descended upon hers once more, she was lost.
He called to her again, stronger, louder. A wave of slick answering his demand as Elena keened and writhed beneath him. She gave a tentative lick to his lips, sliding her tongue over his to urge Leon into doing more. Showing her more pleasure.
Then she felt it against her thigh. His hand stealing between them to wrench her underwear to the side, he notched the broad crown against her opening.
Fear stole through her in an instant, banking the fires of her need in an icy wash. This would hurt. There would be no pleasure here.
Leon snarled against her neck, noting the change as she froze beneath him. Biting hard at the line of shoulder and neck, he applied firm pressure to remind her of who he was.
Elena forced her trembling legs to open wider. To accept him in the cradle of her hips no matter her terror at what was to come. She couldn’t deny him. Not now.
Leon muttered a curse, capturing her mouth once more. Trying to drown her in his scent and taste to no avail. His growls and moans held no sway over her.
It didn’t stop him.
He breached her entrance, easing in a scant inch with a bone shuddering growl. Making lewd noises as he released her arms to hold his body aloft. Forcing her to kiss him in return, luring out her stalling response. His hand went between them once more.
Fearing the worst, Elena squeaked as the back of his hand slapped against her spread lips. Her sound of confusion buried beneath his loud call as it repeated the motion over and over. His length eased in another inch, but he stopped himself short.
Leon’s arm jerked much as it had last night, the repetitive motion and the sway of his body making it clear he pleasured himself.
“Touch me,” he commanded in a husky growl, burying his face against Elena’s neck. Pushing a deep sound into her skin as he rubbed his chest side to side against her. Working his scent into her skin as his arm continued to jerk in a fast rhythm.
Uncertainty stole through her as Elena brought her arms down around him.
She’d never been invited to touch anyone, and she had no idea what to do.
Smoothing her palms over his shoulders, her eyes went wide as he gave a full body shudder.
She would have thought she’d done something wrong if he hadn’t followed the movement with a deep groan against her.
Growing somewhat braver, she sent her hands over his back, feeling the tension there, the thick bunching of muscle as his arm moved faster and faster.
Bringing her fingers up to his nape, she gave a light scratch at his hairline before sending them raking through the soft strands.
Elena imagined they would curl if given the opportunity, the thought making her smile despite the painful tightness centered between her thighs.
“Fucking Gods, yes,” Leon growled against her, catching her shoulder with his teeth as he grunted and moaned.
Elena whined as he went deeper, shaking her head despite her inability to stop him. Her breath left her all in a rush as he retreated until only the tip just breached her. Then he roared against her, smothering her in the sound until Elena gasped and arched as he plucked some unknown string.
The thick, hot liquid filled her to overflowing, each heavy surge worked inside of her before it leaked out to stain the bed and her thighs.
She whined as she felt it, some unknown instinct demanding more, knowing it was wrong.
Then he pulled out completely. Aiming his spend over her thighs, her stomach.
One hand rubbing it into her skin up to her neck as the other strangled his knot.
Glancing down, Elena averted her gaze at once before the fear of that thing could take hold again. He hadn’t used it on her as she expected, and for that she was grateful. What little he’d done was enough to leave her tender and aching, but she felt empty, too.
Disturbed at her thoughts, she sat up when he stopped smearing it into her skin, lips curled in distaste at the slimy feel of it. She’d have to take another shower now. Edging away from him as he hunched over with panting breaths, she thought to escape to the bathroom.
Elena swallowed her shriek as he grabbed hold of her, slamming her back into the bed with a warning growl. Holding her hands up in surrender, she kept wide eyes averted from him, not meaning to provoke. Even going so far as to bare her neck as Leon leaned over her.
“You stay there,” he whispered, at odds with the constrained violence of his actions. Then he pushed her hair off of her shoulders, fanning it out around her head in a halo on the pillow.
Then Leon was rising from the bed, ambling to the bathroom without an ounce of shame. A moment later Elena heard the shower turn on.
She laid there as she’d been told to, his seed drying to a tacky film that coated her skin. It dried in white, flaky patches that clung to her with a single minded determination, as if it would hold on to her for all of time if it couldn’t find its intended target.
It was possible for an Omega to become pregnant outside of a heat, but it was rare. With her luck, Elena reasoned she would have to endure many heats to give him what he wanted.
Especially if he continued to do… whatever that was.
“Get dressed,” Leon said as he entered the room again, fresh and clean from his shower. He went to the closet, picking out clothes for himself before he grabbed one of her few remaining dresses and tossed it on to the bed. “That one.”
“That’s hardly comfortable attire for sitting around your home,” Elena muttered as she crawled off the bed with care, lips pulled taut at the sticky feeling coating her skin.
“Do you want new clothing or not? I would be perfectly fine if we remained here.” Leon began shrugging out of his shirt, kicking off the shiny wingtips he’d put on.