Chapter Sixteen #2
I felt his teeth grazing, teasing my bottom lip, a gleam in his eye. “Gonna make you cum again,” he growled. “Then I’m gonna bite you. Bond you. Seal you so deep into my blood that even the gods won’t be able to take you from me.”
“Do it,” I gasped, clawing at his back. “Ravik…please…do it.”
“Cum for me, Omega,” he growled. “Cum on my cock and take your mark.”
And with one final, devastating thrust, I broke.
The orgasm tore through me like a scream trapped inside lightning. My whole body seized, a cry ripping from my throat as my walls clenched tight around him. Ravik roared above me, teeth sinking into my lip, leaving his bond mark.
I lunged forward, my teeth sinking into his neck. Everything went white-hot again. My scent flared, my soul snapped into place, and I felt the bond burn into being.
He followed me over the edge, slamming into me one final time and emptying himself deep inside with a guttural, primal groan. His knot swelled quickly, locking us together as his arms curled protectively around my shaking frame.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered against my throat, breath ragged. “You’re mine now. All of you.”
The heat of Ravik’s body pressed into mine, his weight comforting and overwhelming all at once.
I could still feel the steady throb of his knot pulsing deep inside me, anchoring us together.
I was boneless, trembling from the force of everything, his possession, our bond, the absolute sense of being claimed.
But just beyond the edge of our joined bodies…
Haze sat in the chair I’d sentenced him to.
Still naked. Still forbidden to touch.
And absolutely losing his mind.
He squirmed in his seat, both hands fisted in his hair now, the strands wild and sticking out at all angles. His cock stood flushed and furious between his thighs, twitching every time I made even the slightest noise. His cum dripping to floor now.
I turned my head toward him, lips curving slowly, taunting. “Still holding out, puppy?”
He whined. Actually whined. The sound was desperate, wrecked, and so beautifully broken that it made my toes curl.
“Please,” he rasped, hips grinding helplessly against the air, thighs trembling with the effort not to disobey. “Odette… fuck, my sun, I’m dying over here.”
Ravik rumbled against my back, the sound smug and satisfied. “You were told to wait your turn.”
Haze ignored him completely, laser-focused on me. “I’ve been so good,” he pleaded, eyes wide and fevered. “Didn’t touch. Didn’t move. Just sat here and watched every fucking second of you, of them, touching what’s mine.”
“Oh?” I asked sweetly, biting my lower lip. “You think you’ve earned it now?”
He nodded so fast it was almost pathetic. “Yes. Yes, fuck, please, Omega, please. I’ll do anything. You want hearts again? I’ll get you hearts. I’ll kneel. I’ll bark. I’ll…fuck…just let me touch you.”
I dragged my hand slowly over Ravik’s shoulder and down his side, feeling the possessive grip he still had on my waist. His knot was still thick and unmoving inside me, locking me in place, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease the man melting beside the bed.
“You’re not allowed to touch yourself,” I reminded Haze, voice syrupy sweet. “That was the rule, wasn’t it?”
“I know,” he moaned. “And I didn’t. Gods, I didn’t. I’ve been so good, baby. Please. Please tell me I can touch you now. Please tell me I can put my cock where it belongs.”
Salem’s voice chimed in from behind the nest, calm and amused. “Is it where it belongs, though? ‘Cause from here it looks like you’re about to cry.”
“Salem, I swear—” Haze choked on the rest of the sentence as I let one finger trail between my thighs, just above the place where Ravik was still buried deep.
Haze’s whole body jerked.
“You wanna be my favorite again?” I asked lazily.
“Yes.” His voice cracked. “Yes, yes, yes, sunshine, please.”
“Then beg better.”
He dropped to his knees beside the nest, pressing his palms together like a man praying to a cruel, beautiful god.
“I need you,” he said hoarsely, breath catching. “I need to be inside you so bad it hurts. I’ll be so good. I’ll make you cum so many times you forget your name. I’ll…fuck…just let me love you with my cock, please.”
Ravik huffed behind me. “You’re gonna kill him.”
I smiled slowly, satisfied, and leaned down to kiss Haze’s flushed cheek. Feeling Ravik’s knot deflate.
“Good boy.” I pulled myself away from Ravik and the nest. “Now get back in your chair.”
He whimpered, hoarse and reluctant, but obeyed without hesitation. I watched him go. His muscles trembling, his skin flushed with effort and devotion. He collapsed into the chair like gravity had doubled, like walking away from me took something out of him.
It did. It always would.
I watch Haze, who was already panting, eyes locked on my every move, cock thick and flushed and dripping against his stomach. His legs were splayed wide, thighs trembling, desperate and obedient.
“I love you so much, Haze,” I whispered, sauntering toward him. “You are so good to me.”
His breath hitched. His hands clenched at the arms of the chair, white-knuckled restraint. I could smell his desperation now, sweet and sharp like burnt sugar. I dropped to my knees between his legs and dragged my tongue up the length of his cock, from the base to the swollen head.
He moaned, loud, shattered. His hips jerked uncontrollably, chasing the heat of my mouth, but I was already pulling back, licking my lips slowly, tasting his cum clinging to my tongue.
Then I rose and settled myself in his lap, straddling him with deliberate slowness, grinding my slick folds along his cock, coating him in my need. He whimpered, tears already welling in his eyes, teeth sunk into his lip hard enough to draw blood.
I caught his face between my hands, kissed his jaw, the corner of his mouth, his eyelids.
And then I took him.
I tilted my hips and sank down, inch by inch, letting him fill me. His cock slid inside me, thick and hot and perfectly shaped to split me apart. His breath broke on a gasp, and I watched his eyes roll back as I bottomed out, the wide swell of his knot pressed firm and full at my entrance.
He was crying now. Silently. Uncontrollably. And I leaned forward to lick a tear from his cheek like it was holy.
“You may touch me,” I whispered. “You may move. You may fuck me.”
I kissed his trembling lips.
“But you are not allowed to leave this chair.”
He groaned, a sob of relief and surrender, and his hands flew to my hips like they’d been waiting their whole life for that permission.
He gripped me hard, possessive, reverent, and began to move, slow at first, then faster as the rhythm took him.
His cock dragged against the slick, stretched heat of me with every thrust, and I clenched around him like a fist, already anticipating the swell of his knot.
“Thank you,” he gasped against my throat. “Thank you, thank you, thank you—”
I gripped his jaw and tilted his head back, forcing his gaze to lock with mine.
“You don’t thank me,” I said, my voice low and commanding. “You claim me.”
His mismatched eyes burned, glassy and full of something bigger than lust, bigger than devotion. It was love, yes, but it was also madness. Worship. The kind that made kings kneel and gods weep.
“I love you,” he choked. “You’re mine. I’m yours. Forever.”
And then he thrust up hard, his knot catching at my entrance, stretching me, locking him in place. His teeth sank into my throat hard enough to break skin.
I gasped, arching into him, my spine bowing as I felt the knot swell wide and full and perfect.
My body trembled, pulsing around him, gripping and refusing to let go.
The bond snapped tight between us, invisible and undeniable, and I felt him.
Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every ounce of him sinking into the marrow of my bones.
He cried into my shoulder as he came, his cock twitching inside me, knot locking us together as his warmth flooded me in deep, primal pulses. His hips rocked gently, still fucking me in soft, shallow thrusts as if he couldn’t stand to stop moving, couldn’t bear to break the connection.
“I feel you,” he whispered. “All of you. I can’t… I can’t breathe without it now.”
I held his face in my hands, brushing the tears from his cheeks.
“You’re not supposed to.”
The bond shimmered between us, raw and golden, wrapping tight around my soul. And in that moment, as his cock twitched inside me and his knot pulsed with the rhythm of our shared heartbeat I finally felt whole.
He pulled me into his sweat-slicked chest, holding me tight. “Hey Haze?”
“Mmm?”
“You’re my favorite.”
I laugh as the protests start up behind me. I love my life.