She’d seen his eyes pained with his own pleasure at her body’s inner clench, but ever in control, Jules had resisted climax. Still hard, never having broken rhythm, he still fucked her with the same agonizingly slow tempo.
“I need—” Just as she started to speak, his finger altered their position inside her, another secret place explored with a tapping pattern she swore she felt plucking at her nipples from within.
Just like that, he stole her ability to speak.
A man who rarely displayed expression looked upon her with warmth, smiling as he denied her another quick finish. “Not yet. This is your first time, remember? What kind of husband would I be if I put my pleasure before yours? There are secrets to learnyet, and so little you know of your body. I will teach you, please you, so long as you keep singing for me.”
The strange vibration in her throat, the hum, picked up as she ran her touch over the strength of him. Explored, indulged, and followed his expert lead.
Omega orgasm he could summon or dispel on a whim, watching the moment of her fluttering belly, praising the little hands that stroked and touched whatever they wished. He would kiss her, take little bites in places he knew would make her writhe.
She would do the same to him, seeking out his secrets, grinning at any sweet things that caused him to hitch or lose focus.
Everything was utterly new.
Innocent.
Every little spiraling mark on his skin, she memorized, certain she could recreate them in exact duplicate should the mood strike her.
And though all was thrilling and fun, Omega nature lost patience when her womb wanted what a mate was duty-bound to give. Eventually, reason faded, Brenya aching for the man to spill his seed and give her what was hers.
Even in chasing his own release, Jules was careful. Beautifully firm with each tempting thrust, and painstakingly deliberate in his withdrawal.
She watched, captivated by the organ she could glimpse beside his wrist. Thicker than Jacques at the root, Jules stretched her little body with divine fullness, his ridge-circled shaft teasing as they moved within her, adding to her pleasure.
Lost in her need, Brenya begged him to fuck her harder, fervent for his semen, and sobbed when her next blinding orgasm drew Jules to roar out the beginnings of his release. Thatunique shaft kicked, shooting ropes of thick, sticky cum right where it was needed.
No knot followed to lock them together, no watery Alpha cum to leak out and make a greater mess. But his fingers worked their magic and kept her reeling while he filled her with everything she might want.
She couldfeelit warming her from within. Angling her hips to draw him deeper, her body instinctively knowing what to do with such a gift. Her pussy drank him down as she fluttered around him. Sweet cunt lathering him up, undulating in its squeezing rhythm to drain his balls of every last drop.
In this, she got her revenge. Every filthy sound a man might make, Brenya drew from him, instinctively holding him close so the seat of her bond met his. She stroked his back as if he were the one in need of comfort. Ran her fingers through his short hair as he panted and pressed her hips down into the nest.
Manipulated the male in the way only an Omega could, because his cum was precious.
And held him tightly to him with her legs, until her pleasure was fully realized… and then extended, Jules’s devious touch still working to surpass the simplicity of a knot so he might give her so much more.
Never had Brenya felt so connected to another person. Panting under him, her mind blossomed, and it felt as if she were coming awake for the first time in her life.
Staring at the ceiling while a spent male’s heavy body beautifully crushed her into her nest, she whispered sweet things while he panted from his exertions.
Uttered nonsense confessions, such as, “You smell even more beautiful than the air outside the Dome,” and, “The empty space inside my chest feels strange.”
Jules wasn’t so quick to collect himself, reveling in her caresses, pinning her under his weight. Fully satisfied, heindulged in her attention, purring loudly, nestling until she would not be able to move.
Pulling his fingers from her core, he leaned on his elbow to look down at Brenya’s content and drowsy smile.
This washiswoman.
Smoothing damp brown hair from her forehead, he murmured, “You were wonderful.”
The shy blush on her cheeks was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
She yawned, exhausted by all of it, and closed her eyes.
Every last grasping corpse in his mindscape moved in unison to claim her, climbing up the soft sands of her shore, reaching for the light hidden there. Luring her to sleep, silently storming her consciousness.
On the cusp of dreaming, she was unaware of the full extent of his incursion, failing to resist when aftershocks of pleasure lulled her into dreams.
