“You can try.”
“You will fail.”
He groans, dropping his head and pressing his lips to the tender place where my neck meets my shoulder. The wound throbs with a delicious ache. “I love you so much.”
Warmth blooms through me. My heart feels like it might burst. “I hate you… only a little.” I’m fighting the smile on my face. “Less every day.”
“I will earn your love,” he vows. His huge hand skims the underside of my leg, hooking my knee and cocking it high. My drenched pussy opens to him, and his hard cock is right there, nudging the entrance.
I shiver and wriggle as he pushes inside, stretching me. He stills, and I turn my head and nip his arm to punish him for going too slowly. I can’t wait any longer.
He groans and seats himself fully between my legs, the familiar burning ache searing my sex. “My Omega.”
“My Alpha,” I counter, growling. “Mine.”
“Do you hate me now?” He gives a hard thrust.
“Yes….” I pant, a wave of pleasure rolling up my groin. “Maybe…”
“How about now?” He swivels his hips, catching my clit. I close my eyes, my pussy clenching as the sensation throbs all the way through me.
It’s a while before I can answer. “A little less. Keep going. It’s helping.” I sound like I’m drunk.
I free my hands, and dig my nails into his back. His knot is already swelling, joining us together. There is nothing like sex with Aurus.
Nothing.
For a while, nothing exists but the push and pull of our bodies, the grunts and groans and shudders as we lose ourselves in each other.
When we’re sated, I’m lying limply beneath him on the sand, staring up at the smoke-streaked sky, with an enormous grin on my face. There’s a warmth in my heart—a subtle, flickering flame. It matches the heat in my loins, but somehow, I know this heart fire will last longer.
The desperate heat of my estrus is already fading. That’s the good thing about the IUD. It seems to suppress the Omega serum just enough.
One day, I’ll secretly get themagiciansto remove it. I’ll let the heat come, and jump Aurus. It will be a hell of a surprise for him.
Until then, I like my estrus as it is. Short and sweet. After all, I’ve got things to do. Courtesans to empower. Skimmers to pilot. Battles to win.
Aurus is rubbing his head against mine, his scent coating my skin and filling my chest. “I love your hair,” he mumbles.
“Really?”
“Mmm.”
I push at his chest, trying to prop myself up. His knot is already softening, his cock slipping out of me. “I thought you hated it.”
He lets out a huff. “I did—at first. But now, I can’t imagine it any other way. You are so different… my little warrior.”
My grin widens. Aurus sounds as drunk as I feel. “Who’re you calling little?” I feign indignation.
“You. You are so small.” He captures my wrist, and kisses my palm. His tongue flicks the center before I snatch my hand away. If he starts licking me, I’m going to want to lick him… and do other things. And we have places to be.
“Only compared to you.” I make a fist, and punch his enormous bicep. He pretends to roar in pain, and I laugh because it’s so obviously fake.
He drops his hips back down, pinning my hands to the sand when I pretend to struggle. I sigh as his weight settles on me. This is perfection.
“No,” Aurus says. “You are not the Omega I expected.”
I bite my lip. I’m getting sick of hearing that.
