“Please,” she breathes. “It hurts—”
“I know.” I step back from the bed, letting her feel the distance between us. Letting her understand that relief comes when I decide it does. “Take off your clothes.”
She hesitates. Even now, even burning alive with need, some part of her resists. That warrior’s pride, clinging to the last shreds of dignity.
I let my voice drop into command. “Now, Hannah.”
Her hands shake as she reaches for the laces of her training leathers. She fumbles with them, fingers clumsy with fever, and I watch without helping. Watch her struggle to undress herself for me because I told her to. The submission is as important as the act—her choosing to obey, even when every instinct screams at her to fight.
The leathers come off first, peeled away to reveal sweat-damp skin flushed pink with heat. Then her breast band—soaked through, clinging to nipples so hard and swollen I can see them straining against the fabric. She pulls it over her head with a gasp, her breasts spilling free, and I watch her shiver as the cool air hits her overheated skin.
Her smallclothes are last. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and hesitates, her face flushing darker.
“All of it,” I say. “I want to see what belongs to me.”
She pushes them down her hips with a sound that’s half-moan, half-sob, and then she’s naked before me.
She’s beautiful.
Lean muscle and soft curves, strength and vulnerability laid bare in the golden light. Her breasts are full and heavy, nipples flushed dark with arousal, rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her stomach is flat and firm, the muscles twitching beneath her skin. And between her thighs—
Between her thighs, she’s glistening. Her cunt is swollen and flushed, slick dripping down to pool on the furs beneath her. The scent of her arousal floods the chamber, so sweet and desperate it makes my mouth water. I’ve been breathing her in for weeks, but this is different. This is an omega in full heat, her body screaming for something only I can give her.
She looks up at me with those steel-gray eyes, and I see the warrior still in there—fighting even now, hating herself for wanting this. Hating me for making her want it.
Good.
I want her aware. Want her to remember every moment of what’s about to happen. Want her to know exactly who’s claiming her, and exactly how thoroughly she’s being claimed.
“Spread your legs.”
A flush creeps up her chest, painting her skin in shades of rose. “Karax—”
“Did I ask you to speak?” I unbuckle my belt slowly, letting her hear the slide of leather through the loops. Her eyes track the movement, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Spread your legs. Show me what belongs to me.”
She obeys. Slowly, reluctantly, her thighs part to reveal her cunt—glistening wet, swollen with need, the inner lips flushed dark and parted like a flower. I can see her opening clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill it. The scentintensifies as she spreads wider, flooding my senses until I can barely think.
“Wider.”
She spreads further, her face burning with shame even as her hips tilt toward me involuntarily. She’s so empty. So desperate to be filled. I can see her pussy fluttering, can see fresh slick dripping onto the furs beneath her with every clench.
“Touch yourself.”
Her eyes go wide. “What?”
“You heard me.” I strip off my shirt, baring my chest to her hungry gaze. I see the way her eyes trace the lines of my muscles, the silver veins pulsing beneath bronze skin. “Touch that pretty cunt. Show me how desperate you are.”
Her hand trembles as it slides down her belly. I watch her fingers find her clit—swollen and hard, peeking out from its hood—and watch her whole body jerk at the contact. A moan escapes her lips, high and desperate.
“That’s it.” I unfasten my breeches, freeing my aching cock. Her eyes lock onto it immediately—onto the thick shaft, darker bronze than the rest of my skin, ridged with spiraling patterns that catch the golden light. The flared head is already leaking, glistening with precum. I see her throat work as she swallows, see the fresh gush of slick that floods from her cunt at the sight.
“Keep going,” I tell her, wrapping my hand around the base of my shaft. “Make yourself feel good. Show me what you’ve been doing alone in my bed, thinking about me.”
Her face flames, but her fingers keep moving—rubbing her clit in shaky circles, her hips rocking up into her own touch. Little moans escape her lips, desperate sounds she can’t holdback. But her eyes keep returning to my cock, watching as I stroke myself slowly, letting her see what she’s about to take.
“Please,” she gasps after a few minutes, her whole body trembling. “I need—”
“What do you need?” I move closer to the bed, close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off my body. “Tell me.”
