Chapter 23

 

In his eyes, his kor’yr was flawless in her heat. In two days, Simin taught his estrous-high mate how to beg for filthy things in his language, rewarding the insatiable sexual deviant with long laps of his tongue on her leaking cunt—with or without her compliance.

What her body craved was seed: flooding her womb, massaged into her skin, and poured down her throat when she’d grown hoarse from crying out his name. But what her spirit craved was intimacy; best fulfilled with hours of delicate attention to the flesh swollen with need.

She might not always want it, but it was the only way to coax his feral darling to rest.

Legs pinned open, pretty pink pussy dripping with their mutual pleasure just for him to devour, Simin spoiled her. And while he serviced her clit with practiced swipes of his tongue, he would rub the dripping remnants of his spend into sweet hips that would ache when the pain-blinding chemicals of estrous faded.

Already she was bruised. Thinner from two days with nothing in her belly but slick-laced come. When her heat was finally broken, his Morgaine would require days of gentle care and the loving purr of a mate who would lay down his life for her.

He’d never desired to tend a female after the sexual high had faded. All the others had been sent back to Omega Sector to be tended by their own kind.

Some had begged for more, crushed that he had not been tempted to claim them in the heat of the moment. But how could he? Simin had known his kor’yr waited.

And here she was, arching up under him and riding his cock like a fucking goddess.

How he loved her.

The pinnacle of his rut and her heat was on the horizon, the moment where he could set his teeth to her flesh and bite down for more than just stinging pleasure. Already he felt his soul swishing through his physical form, as if ready to reach out and brush its other half.

He wanted her first estrous, their bonding estrous, to be perfect.

The choice of where to bite…

When an Omega was pair-bonded by force, the mark was often in the shoulder. It was an easy place to reach when knotted and pinning a struggling woman. The arm was considered inelegant, used by sloppy Alphas desperate to seal the connection when a flailing Omega could not be properly subdued. Simin wanted something more for Morgaine.

He wanted to scar her in a place she could be proud of.

Taking her hips in hand, Simin rolled to his back and set the woman stuffed full of his cock into a position they had yet to explore.

Pupils blown, the Omega blinked down at his supine body and frowned. Hands planted on his abs, she seemed unhappy with this change of circumstance, until she slid forward and the edge of his cock hit a place in her only available from this angle.

An animal grunt, and she fearlessly tossed back wild, golden locks and rode him with abandon.

Tits high, nipples hard as fucking diamonds… Simin would never get enough of the view.

Half-lidded eyes met his.

Lips caught up in a lascivious grin, he trailed his fingers between her breasts, purring, “I would have done anything to have you this way. Killed anyone, forsaken my name…”

A pleased sound came from the girl who could not know of what he spoke.

“I know I’m older, that I lack the beauty of my brothers, or the righteousness of a male worthy of you. It matters not. In a few moments I’m going to steal back the missing half of my spirit and give you what I have carried in my chest from birth. You’ll have my heart. I’ll have your soul.”

The thrum of a building climax sparked up Simin’s spine, sending him to buck upward and almost unseat his prize. Unwilling to be thrown, Morgaine’s cunt seized about his throbbing mass, gripping what was hers as the little Omega rocked her clit against the thumb he offered to appease her.

High on her scent, the warmth of enticing slick dripping down his hips, coating his sack in shined seepage, was delicious. The feel of her skin under his gripping palms right in every way.

Watching her excitement build, the flush creeping over semen-crusted skin, evoked a powerful response from his restless spirit. It was time. Simin’s knot began to expand before she was ready, because an Omega could not be bonded unless subdued.

He wanted her wild when he set his teeth to her breast. She had to fight to seal the connection.

Bouncing her up and down his budding knot, pushing the woman past pleasure and into the dangerous territory of delirium, that rush came over him. He sat up, lap full of female. Wrapping his arms around her back he took that long hair in hand, yanked back her head to present those jiggling tits, and set his teeth to the inside of her left breast. Right over her beating heart.

Jaw clamping shut, he set her pleasure into a spinning release that distracted just long enough for her body to register the pain too late.

She struck out, clawing at his back. And so began the budding throb of a pair-bond.

Blood streamed down sweat-slicked skin, bubbling from the corners of his mouth when Simin refused to release her at the first cry. There was an art to the formation of permanent union, one no Alpha had to be taught. Stealing the soul of one’s beloved and replacing it with their own was a birth-given right.

The link thrummed to life.

No matter how she wailed in pain, her cunt still rippled and gripped his knot. It still sucked the seed straight from his sack and urged him to offer up more. And this knot—this glorious moment that tied them together for life—he would assure it lasted the remainder of the night.

When she woke, it would be in pain. But as he’d sworn, he would only hurt Morgaine for her pleasure. The inevitable tears he would soothe with a soft touch and a dedicated purr. He’d feed his cock down her throat so she wouldn’t hunger. He’d lick her sweet cunt until she remembered she could trust him again.

And then, when he broke her heat, he’d tell her that he had her mother on board.

His first gift to his pair-bonded mate.

For he knew what Morgaine desired most in the world and would deny her nothing.