I come violently. Thrashing. Thrusting. Clenching my hole uncontrollably. The world goes black for a beat and then bursts into electric streaks of violet and gold.
Branson keeps rimming me until I’ve come down and rocketed into the ether twice more.
When I’m done, when my balls are drained and I can’t take any more stimulation, I crawl onto the bed and slump onto my back. Branson follows me, caging me with his arms and his body, and I let him because the fiery brand on my chest fucking loves it when he’s close to me.
It’s not humming now. It’s singing an old song. Tribal and strangely familiar. A song that sounds like his heartbeat and mine set to music.
It’s rhythmic. Gentle and soothing.
A lullaby.
A love song.
Branson nudges my legs open and moves most of his weight to his hips. He gently lowers his chest onto mine.
The bond pulses with joy and the song explodes into a crescendo.
I gurgle happily, and I’m not the only one. Branson does too.
He looks so happy and pleased with himself that I can’t stand it. “It didn’t work,” I tell him. “The venom, or whatever. It didn’t work.”
As I say it, there’s a pale, wispy flash of white between us. A hazy orb that’s a bit like when you look at the filament of an Edison light and then close your eyes.
Branson smiles, though I can tell he’s trying not to. “White for a white lie,” he says quietly.
“What do you mean?” I cry, though I have a horrible, sinking feeling I know exactly what he’s referring to.
“Didn’t you see it? The flash of white?”
Despite myself, I nod. “W-was that the bond?”
“Yeah. White for a lie,” he says again.
“Oh shit. Does that mean I can’t lie to you?”
“You can lie to me, Lucy.” He bites back a smile and dips his head, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. “But I’ll know if you do.”
I honestly can’t say why I find that endearing, but I do. I don’t know if it’s because he’s on top of me and I’m on my back, or if it’s because he has a little glimpse into the inner workings of my mind, and no one else has ever really had that before.
Branson dips his head again, and this time, I tilt my head the way a man who was offering his lips for a kiss would.
Branson doesn’t take me up on the invitation, turning his face instead until his lips are all but touching my ear. “Let me heal your neck, little omega. Please. It pains me to know you’re hurting.”
My head falls back of its own volition, my neck stretching and arching off the pillow in an involuntary willingness to comply.
I expect Branson to attack my neck with the same fervor he attacked my ass, but he doesn’t. He combs his fingers through my hair, brushing it carefully off my face. Smoothing it down tenderly.
“You’re so pretty, Lucy,” he murmurs, looking deep into my eyes. “So beautiful.”
His gaze drops to my neck, thick lashes painting shadows onto his cheeks as he looks down. He licks his lips, leaving them glossy and wet. “You’re the most beautiful omega I’ve ever seen, and…” He leans down and runs his tongue up from my clavicle, following a jagged line only he can see. His tongue moves slowly, a hot, delicious burn that soothes and sets me on fire. It’s a different kind of fire. A new way of burning. It finds me gradually and singes me gently. He circles the mark with the tip of his tongue, and the second he does it, I’m doused in pleasure. Drowning in it. It’s as intense as an orgasm, but there’s no price to pay for it. Not struggle to get there. No pressure. No panic. No wave, no crest. Only complete and utter pleasure. “You’remine.”
He licks me again and says it again. “You’re mine. You’remine.Mine.”
Each time he says it, the emphasis changes and the growl in his chest echoes through me. Through the bond. Through the mark. Through parts of me that were hollow before.
He licks the mark over and over, and each time the result is the same. Total pleasure. Complete, perfect pleasure. The most pleasure a person can feel, without an end. I bathe in it. Swim in it. Tread water and try to keep my head above it. None of it lessens the sensation.
Branson licks the mark until it feels like mine. Like part of me. “My pretty boy. My beautiful mate,” he growls. “I’m going to make you the happiest omega on the planet.”
