I need his skin.
I need his touch.
And I just might die without them.
He makes a shushing noise and stills my hips, his hands holding me in place again. “There’s no need to rush. I want to make sure this is good for you.”
I don’t think this could be anything but amazing with him, but I’m too lust drunk to tell him that. The only thing that leaves my mouth is another keening whine and a whispered, “Please.”
Luke lets out a quiet chuckle and runs his nose over my cheek as he releases one side of my hips and uses his now free hand to tug his own shirt off. He pulls me up so I’m straddling his lap, our chests pressed together, his skin burning hot against mine as he takes my mouth again. I let out a low groan, losing myself to the flood of sensation.
Luke’s teeth return to my neck, and I whimper, my body on fire with want and need that only he can satisfy. I maneuver myself off his lap and lie face down on the bed, arching my back in invitation. Luke runs his fingers down my spine, gently tugging my pants the rest of the way off. He leans down to press a kiss on one ass cheek and then the other.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs. “So perfect.”
His whispered praise continues as he nuzzles the backs of my thighs and the curve of my ass. I squirm, my cock rubbing pleasantly against the sheets. But that’s not enough.
I need…more.
“Please,” I whine, the word so high-pitched as to be almost unrecognizable.
Luke tugs my hips up and strokes one hand over my ass before moving it around to wrap his fingers around my cock. With his other hand, he gently runs a finger over my hole, gathering the slippery substance male omegas produce, before slowly pushing his finger past my rim.
The pressure and fullness is exactly what my body wants, but it’s still not enough. I whine again and he shushes me, pressing a kiss to the base of my spine.
One finger becomes two, then three, the hand on my cock moving in a slow, steady rhythm until I’m not sure if I want to push forward into his hand or back onto his fingers. Before I have a chance to decide, he removes his fingers and releases my cock.
I whine.Again. Almost sobbing with desperation at the emptiness as the tingles on the back of my neck ramp up into something near painful.
But I’m not empty for long.
I hear the sound of a wrapper and a few seconds later, the head of Luke’s cock prods at my entrance. He sinks into me, a long, slow slide that pulls a low moan from me. He’s not small, so the pressure teeters on the edge of uncomfortable, but once I adjust the feeling is… indescribable.
Picking up speed, he glides in and out with a steady motion, his hands anchoring my hips in place and his fingers digging in to my skin. Spots dance behind my eyes as he adjusts the angle of his hips, and I let out a low keening whine. The sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerve endings crescendo, and my vision almost whites out as my orgasm washes over me and I shoot onto the sheets below me.
Luke pauses long enough to gently brush the hair away from my neck, then leans down and plunges his teeth into my skin, spearing me in place with both mouth and cock as his own orgasm shudders through him. That mix of pleasure and pain is enough to send me an aftershock through me—not another orgasm, but damn close—as Luke pants against the back of my neck.
He wraps an arm around my chest and tugs me so I’m lying on my side away from the puddle of cum on the sheets, his softening cock still inside me. He laps gently at the back of my neck, the spot where he just bit to finalize our bond, sending tingles of pleasure through my body with each brush of his tongue.
“Mine,” he says, his voice near feral.
“Yours,” I reply, relaxing into his hold.Finally.
Twenty-One
Ollie
Even though I’m exhausted—andmy body quite satiated—my sleep is restless, and I spend most of the night fighting specters from my past. Whether the completed mating bond helped break more memories free or the humans’ drugs finally fully left my system, I’m not sure.
Whatever happened, the barrage of images is almost painful.
And still not very helpful.
The memories are out of order, disconnected in a way that makes it impossible for me to truly understand them, but at least they’re there.
I see my mother again, this time laughing and dancing. But then she’s covered in blood, her eyes empty as she lies on a bed in a dark room. More faces flash through my mind, but thepieces don’t all fit together well enough for me to identify them except to know that I should be able to.
A man with a stern frown and dark hair.
