Fear stole through her in an instant, banking the fires of her need in an icy wash. This would hurt. There would be no pleasure here.
Leon snarled against her neck, noting the change as she froze beneath him. Biting hard at the line of shoulder and neck, he applied firm pressure to remind her of who he was.
Elena forced her trembling legs to open wider. To accept him in the cradle of her hips no matter her terror at what was to come. She couldn’t deny him. Not now.
Leon muttered a curse, capturing her mouth once more. Trying to drown her in his scent and taste to no avail. His growls and moans held no sway over her.
It didn’t stop him.
He breached her entrance, easing in a scant inch with a bone shuddering growl. Making lewd noises as he released her arms to hold his body aloft. Forcing her to kiss him in return, luring out her stalling response. His hand went between them once more.
Fearing the worst, Elena squeaked as the back of his hand slapped against her spread lips. Her sound of confusion buried beneath his loud call as it repeated the motion over and over. His length eased in another inch, but he stopped himself short.
Leon’s arm jerked much as it had last night, the repetitive motion and the sway of his body making it clear he pleasured himself.
“Touch me,” he commanded in a husky growl, burying his face against Elena’s neck. Pushing a deep sound into her skin as he rubbed his chest side to side against her. Working his scent into her skin as his arm continued to jerk in a fast rhythm.
Uncertainty stole through her as Elena brought her arms down around him. She’d never been invited to touch anyone,and she had no idea what to do. Smoothing her palms over his shoulders, her eyes went wide as he gave a full body shudder. She would have thought she’d done something wrong if he hadn’t followed the movement with a deep groan against her.
Growing somewhat braver, she sent her hands over his back, feeling the tension there, the thick bunching of muscle as his arm moved faster and faster. Bringing her fingers up to his nape, she gave a light scratch at his hairline before sending them raking through the soft strands. Elena imagined they would curl if given the opportunity, the thought making her smile despite the painful tightness centered between her thighs.
“Fucking Gods, yes,” Leon growled against her, catching her shoulder with his teeth as he grunted and moaned.
Elena whined as he went deeper, shaking her head despite her inability to stop him. Her breath left her all in a rush as he retreated until only the tip just breached her. Then he roared against her, smothering her in the sound until Elena gasped and arched as he plucked some unknown string.
The thick, hot liquid filled her to overflowing, each heavy surge worked inside of her before it leaked out to stain the bed and her thighs. She whined as she felt it, some unknown instinct demanding more, knowing it was wrong. Then he pulled out completely. Aiming his spend over her thighs, her stomach. One hand rubbing it into her skin up to her neck as the other strangled his knot.
Glancing down, Elena averted her gaze at once before the fear of that thing could take hold again. He hadn’t used it on her as she expected, and for that she was grateful. What little he’d done was enough to leave her tender and aching, but she felt empty, too.
Disturbed at her thoughts, she sat up when he stopped smearing it into her skin, lips curled in distaste at the slimy feel of it. She’d have to take another shower now. Edging away fromhim as he hunched over with panting breaths, she thought to escape to the bathroom.
Elena swallowed her shriek as he grabbed hold of her, slamming her back into the bed with a warning growl. Holding her hands up in surrender, she kept wide eyes averted from him, not meaning to provoke. Even going so far as to bare her neck as Leon leaned over her.
“You stay there,” he whispered, at odds with the constrained violence of his actions. Then he pushed her hair off of her shoulders, fanning it out around her head in a halo on the pillow.
Then Leon was rising from the bed, ambling to the bathroom without an ounce of shame. A moment later Elena heard the shower turn on.
She laid there as she’d been told to, his seed drying to a tacky film that coated her skin. It dried in white, flaky patches that clung to her with a single minded determination, as if it would hold on to her for all of time if it couldn’t find its intended target.
It was possible for an Omega to become pregnant outside of a heat, but it was rare. With her luck, Elena reasoned she would have to endure many heats to give him what he wanted.
Especially if he continued to do… whatever that was.
“Get dressed,” Leon said as he entered the room again, fresh and clean from his shower. He went to the closet, picking out clothes for himself before he grabbed one of her few remaining dresses and tossed it on to the bed. “That one.”
“That’s hardly comfortable attire for sitting around your home,” Elena muttered as she crawled off the bed with care, lips pulled taut at the sticky feeling coating her skin.
“Do you want new clothing or not? I would be perfectly fine if we remained here.” Leon began shrugging out of his shirt, kicking off the shiny wingtips he’d put on.
“No,” Elena said, too loud as she scrambled forward andsnatched up the dress. Careful not to get anything on it, she ran into the closet, collecting a bra and new underwear. Unlike him, she wasn’t so blatant with her nakedness. Donning everything in the large closet, she came out to find her soft soled flats waiting by the bed. She darted into the bathroom to restore some order to her hair.
Leon held her arm as he guided her down into the foyer. Then he paused, looking down at her with a look she couldn’t fathom.
“Do I need to put in my pin,” she asked, stammering as he just continued to stare at her.
“Not when I’m with you.”
“Is something wrong then?”
