Because I’ve had her.Claimed her.Bred her twice over and buried myself inside her every night since, and still I crave her like I did the first time I saw her strapped to that fucking cross at The Sanctuary.Every glimpse, every touch, every whiff of her scent sends me spiraling like it did that first night.I could fuck her until the day I die and still want more.
I stalk through our home until I find her in the kitchen.
Sunlight streams through the wide windows, golden rays spilling across the counters, catching in her hair.She’s standing by the sink, watching the children play in the garden through the glass.Our son chases our daughter across the grass, their shrieks of joy carrying through the open pane, while the nanny hovers nearby with a patient smile.
But my eyes aren’t on them.
They’re on her.Always.
She’s heavy with our third child, her belly swollen, pressing against the thin cotton of her soft pink sundress.Her breasts are full and ripe, the fabric stretched tight across her curves.I see the faint dampness where her nipples have leaked, and my cock hardens instantly, violently, pressing against the inside of my trousers with painful urgency.
Five years, and I’m still undone at the sight of her.
“Zion,” she says softly, her head turning, a smile curving her lips when she sees me.It’s small and tired, but warm.It’s home.
I don’t answer.I don’t trust my voice.I stalk toward her, my boots loud against the tile, and watch the way her eyes widen, the way her body shifts instinctively in recognition.Even after all this time, she knows what’s coming.
Her scent spikes.Sweet, wet, ready.
I pin her against the counter before she can breathe another word, my hands gripping her hips, my mouth crashing down on hers.She gasps into the kiss, her fingers clutching at my shirt, but she doesn’t resist.She never does.My omega is always ready, always waiting, always mine.
The cool marble counter digs into her back as I lift her, setting her on the edge, spreading her thighs wide to make room for me.The sunlight spills across her skin, painting her in gold, making her glow like some goddess made just for me.My goddess.My addiction.My ruin.
To this day it still fills me with awe.The one thing I didn’t want, the one thing I swore I would never lose myself to, is also the thing that saved me from an empty life of unhappiness.My omega.
“Zion,” she whispers, already breathless, her pupils blown wide.“The kids...”
“Are outside,” I growl, shoving her dress up over her hips.“And you are mine.”
My hand slides between her thighs and I groan when I feel her—slick, swollen, drenched.Always so fucking ready for me.My cock jerks against the confines of my trousers, demanding release, demanding her.
She whimpers when I drop onto one of the barstools, dragging her closer until her ass is perched on the edge of the counter.The cool stone against her thighs makes her shiver, but it’s nothing compared to what I give her next.
I bury my face between her legs, my tongue sliding through her folds, lapping at her arousal like a starving man.She tastes sweeter every time, thick and hot and addictive.My fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as she squirms, her moans filling the kitchen.
Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging, guiding, and desperate.“Zion, please...”
I suck her clit into my mouth, biting just enough to make her scream.She bucks against me, the counter squeaking under the force, sunlight spilling across her flushed face as she falls apart.Her slick coats my mouth, my chin, dripping down her thighs, and I drink it like it’s the only thing that’s ever mattered.
She comes fast, her cries breaking, and her body trembling.But I don’t stop.I don’t let her breathe.I drag another orgasm out of her, and another, until she’s sobbing my name, tears sliding down her cheeks.
“Please,” she begs, voice hoarse.“Please, Zion, I can’t...”
“You can,” I snarl, rising to my feet, dragging my cock free from my trousers.It’s already hard, red and swollen, the head leaking for her.“You’ll take me.You’ll take all of me.”
She whimpers as I press against her entrance, already stretched, already dripping for me.Her hand presses to my chest, trembling.“I love you,” she whispers, broken and beautiful.
My chest aches.
My cock throbs.
My entire being fractures at those words.
I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt, and her scream echoes through the kitchen.Her cunt clamps down on me, milking me, slick gushing down my cock as I fuck her hard enough to make the counter shake.
The marble is cold under her ass, the sunlight hot against her skin, the contrast as intoxicating as the woman beneath me.
I snap the thin straps on her pretty little sundress, and her breasts fall free.I grab a breast, squeezing hard, groaning when milk leaks onto my fingers.I lower my head, latching onto a nipple, sucking greedily, drinking her down while I rut into her like the fucking animal I am.
