Only reaching up to cup his swollen sack. To invite him deeper. Enjoying the weight, the way his balls flexed and bunched, held tight to his body.
At her touch, ecstasy burst on her tongue. Pushed into the sensory pits lining the roof of her mouth, she fell into the closest thing to the rut she’d ever know. One brought onwithoutthe influence of the Anhur.
This was the flavor of a male she’d make her own.
One who matched.
“I know you can feel them,” he gasped, and wrapped tattooed fingers around the bulge of his modest knot where it had begun to swell at his base. Pulling back, so he could trace her lips with little beads of salted want. “How long do we have?”
She sucked him between her lips. Nursing at his engorged tip that shone tight and painful beneath the glow of the evenwood. And when she released him with a pop, it was to shrug and say, “As long as it takes.”
Forearm braced against the trunk of the evenwood, he looked down. Pain and wonder etched into his brow.
She’d chosen well for her last.
Shade was beautiful and fierce. A true survivor who’d done things she’d never thought possible. Things Giaus himself would have to commend, when he saw what the smallest of them had accomplished.
Her Omega male.
“Renegade,” he whispered, and his fingers grew tight in her hair. Making snarls in the fine black silk Giaus so loved to pet. “I’m—”
Swallowing around his end, she took him to the root and sent a single, damning purr straight through to his balls. Meaning to drink him down. To know the taste of him this way, before she had him everywhere else.
Inside and out.
It didn’t take long.
With a strangled grunt, those honeyed eyes were hidden beneath a furrowed brow. Shuddering, he sent jet after jet of pent-up seed to paint the back of her tongue.
Still, she purred. Singing an altogether new song for the male more precious than any living in the beyond.
He hissed, one hand buried in her hair, he hauled her up. Cock still kicking where it pressed hot and insistent against the gentle swell of her belly. Where new life grew ripe and healthy.
“Lift your leg,” he barked, and his free hand slid down. Over the curve of her hip…
… and his fingers traced the hard ridge of her second gift.
She felt it when he realized. When he the breath was torn from his lungs in a rush that wheezed his shock. “Your tail. It’s—”
“A secret between only us,” Renegade whispered, and nosed the junction between jaw and shoulder. Letting her tongue trail along the wiry muscle stained with the ink of his former queens. Lips catching on the place where she ached to set her own mark, the kind that went so much deeper than mere ink and pain. “A gift for the future, if you’ll take it.”
A sob stuttered between clenched teeth, but that was all before he was on her. Lips, tongue, teeth, Shade took what was offered. Hiking her thigh up and over his hip, he swiped his cock through sodden folds and plunged inside. Knot teasing her rim, he fucked her with every ounce of unspoken feeling he possessed.
And never once did he blink. Not a moment was lost or missed.
Not when he cupped the swell of one ripe breast, rolling her nipple between forefinger and thumb. Not when she arched her back and urged him on, riding him where he held her pinned in place, soaking him in slick that ran out of season.
“Please,” she whispered, ears laid out. Begging for permission, so she could give what she’d come to claim.
He lunged.
Lips crashing into hers, he kissed her. Deeply, his breath spilling into her as his knot bloomed, stretching where she was tight.
And it was enough.
Hewas enough.
Eyes rolling back, she came. Milking his knot as he offered pleasure. Her chin tipped back, to expose that stretch of pale skin never blemished before.
