He thrashes on the bed in fury as a desperate whine trills out of his throat. I chuckle. This is fun. And then suddenly it’s not. I’m leaning over an omega in heat, with my tip touching his entrance, and this denial is tormenting me far more than him.
With a growl I throw his legs over my shoulders and nearly bend him in two. He looks up at me. His beautiful eyes are all hazy with lust and longing. His cheeks are flushed with his arousal and his hair is damp with sweat. The ball gag looks damn good on him, as does the lines of his arms stretched above his head. His wrists are crossed and the pink fluff on the handcuffs looks good against his pale skin. The sight of the metal pinning him to my bed stirs something deep inside me.
He is not trying to kill me now. He is desperate for me to rail him. He is surrendering the pleasure of his body to me.
I growl my appreciation and slide into him. Deep. All the way. This position is perfect for possessing him utterly. Filling him completely.
His eyes roll back and he screams his delight, seemingly unhampered by the gag. His soft tight ass envelopes my aching cock. He feels incredible. Pleasure is already soaring through me, setting every part of me alight. It feels like sparks along my nerve endings and golden honey in my veins. I groan and thrust. My eyes fall closed and I’m swimming in the sensation of him. Nothing else exists. It calls to my soul and causes it to sing. This moment is bliss.
I pummel into him and he moans for more. He wants everything I can give him so I give him my all and lose myself in him. Time and reality drift away. I am like an animal in rut. The only things I am aware of are his cries, my grunts and the feeling of joy rushing through me.
Like waking from a dream, reality starts to coalesce around me. How long was I lost for? My knot has formed and I’m locked to Fitz. He is on his stomach now. I must have flipped him at some point. He is panting heavily around the gag and his eyes are scrunched closed. Tears are tracking down his face. I swallow. I think they are tears from being fucked hard and well.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask, futilely. It’s not like I can pull out right now.
His vehement head shaking eases my conscience as does his moan and the way he lifts his ass up, pressing into me as if he wants even more cock.
My knot goes down a little, so I give him some short shallow thrusts. He gurgles and clenches around me. My arm is by his head and he presses the ball gag into my skin. He is trying to bite me. I don’t think he means harm, he is just seeking something to hold on to, an anchor, as well as a way to stop me from going anywhere. He is not done with me yet.
I’m almost tempted to remove the muzzle and accept his teeth, but I think he is still fairly out of control and he could do me some real damage.
My knot goes down even more but my cock stays hard. Perfect. I roll my hips and drag my cock in and out of him. The friction is mind-blowing. His soft cries of pleasure are sheer ecstasy. I could do this forever. Suddenly he clenches so tight around me that I see stars. His whole body is undulating. A hoarse strangled gasp tears out of his throat as he rides the most intense orgasm I have ever seen him have.
His hole is spasming around my cock and it’s my turn to explode into an all-consuming never-ending orgasm. I swear my soul leaves my body for a moment. Luckily it comes back and I’m sprawled on top of Fitz panting like I’ve just run a marathon. Fitz’s scent changes and the alluring, enticing heat smell drifts away. I inhale a deep lungful of it before it leaves completely. I’m almost devastated that his heat has broken.
I pull out of him and roll away. He is limp and motionless. Out cold. Hurriedly, I remove the gag and the cuffs. They seem so cruel when he is so very helpless and harmless. I should carry him down to the basement and lock him in, but I don’t.
I fetch a towel from my bathroom and gently clean the worst of the mess off of him. Then I get into bed next to him and pull him away from the wet patch and into a spoon with me. He fits in well against me. I snuffle his hair and wait for him to wake up.
Chapter twenty-two
Thereisaknifepressing against my throat. Fitz is staring down at me, his eyes wide and frantic. I must have fallen asleep and now I’m going to pay the ultimate price. It’s too late now to remember about the knife from the booby trap that I flung to the corner of my room.
Terror thuds through me and suddenly I’m more awake than I have ever been. I’m hyper aware of everything. Fitz’s every breath, every shade of green in his eyes. I feel the air moving the small hairs on my body. All my muscles tense, ready for action, but there is nothing I can do. One flick of Fitz’s wrist and I’m done for. Shifter healing is fast, but not blade-opening-the-jugular fast.
Fitz knows this. He is a trained and experienced hunter. He knows how to end shifters. And his determination to finish me has finally been rewarded. It seems persistence does pay off. I can see my death in his eyes and it makes my guts turn to ice.
I don’t want to die. Definitely not like this. Not in my own bed, choking on my own blood. Futilely trying to hold it all in with my fingers as I have seen other people do.
I want to swallow but I daren’t even make that small movement against the knife. It’s razor sharp. He prepared it well.
Okay, try not to panic, I tell myself. If he really wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now. You never would have woken up. Goosebumps spread all over my skin. I should say something but I have no idea what.
“Don’t do that to me ever again,” he whispers.
“Fuck you?” I ask even though it’s scary to talk with the knife pressed so close.
“Make me go all desperate like that.”
I stare at him. “That wasn’t me, that was your heat.”
His green eyes are bewildered. Shit. Does he really know nothing? That is awful. And I’m awful for not realizing how little he knows about being a shifter and an omega. I’ve explained nothing to him. I’ve left him in the dark.
“The first time we met, I did throw you. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But you are an omega, now you have started having them, you will have them regularly. Heat cycles can be anything from monthly to yearly, but it will take yours a while to settle into a rhythm. Since they have only just begun.”
He stares down at me for a long moment and then his nose wrinkles in disgust. “Like a girl having periods?”
“I guess.”
