Annie Nicholas - The Omegas

The slow, easy way he stroked her skin sent a chill down her spine.

“Let’s discuss the rules.”

She dragged her eyes from those magical hands touching her. “Rules?”

His grin returned. “Can I feed?”

Sugar blinked and glanced at her bonds. What had she gotten herself into?

“You said I didn’t frighten you.” He lay next to her and brushed his fingertips along the edges of her belly button.

She watched him admiring her breasts. “I lied.” She hated the quiver in her voice. “It’s not you, I’m worried about what you are. Won’t I become a vampire if you bite me?”

His gaze didn’t leave her breasts. “No, the world would be over populated with us if it were so simple.”

“Will it hurt?”

“I’d never hurt you, Sugar,” he whispered. She could hear the ache of disappointment in his voice.

The light breath he blew across her nipples made them pebble, sending a potent snap of sensual awareness to her core. No one had ever made her feel so wanted.

He continued examining her body with heated interest as he listed the rules. “No biting, then.” He glanced up at her and grinned. “No kneeing.”

She nodded. “No kneeing.”

“If I do something you don’t like, you shout…touchdown.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. I’m not saying that.”

He chuckled. “If you don’t, I won’t stop.”

She tugged at the scarf again and sighed. “Touchdown.” Then she nodded in agreement.

With a vicious growl, his lush mouth claimed her over-stimulated nipple and made her spine arch, stretching her body along the length of his. His hand slid up to fondle her other nipple. He rolled it. Pinched it. Pulled at it.

She couldn’t help but cry out. Over the past ten days, she’d yearned for his touch.

He licked, tasted, and nibbled her skin. Waves of delight made her shudder as he paused at her navel to lap around it. She hoped he would do this to her clit, and just the thought made her writhe.

His hand brushed the curly, pale hair covering her sex. He stroked down between her outer labia, to her inner, and then slipped a finger deep inside her core. Sliding it in and out, his finger petted her slick sex.

A moan escaped her at the torturous slow rhythm.

“More?” His voice sounded husky with need.

“Yes…oh yes.”

He wedged his broad shoulders between her thighs and spread them wide to display her like a banquet.

Still wrapped in the silk bonds, she remained vulnerable to his every desire.

She lifted her head to gaze at him, only to meet his half-lidded, intense stare. He held her attention as his head lowered to reach his tongue down, licking between her labia. She squirmed helplessly, gasping when he lapped, then flicked her clit with his marvelous tongue. He did devious things with his mouth, and her arousal intensified, blowing any coherent thoughts from her mind.

“Daedalus!”

He raised his face to lean his chin on her pubis. “Do you need me to stop?” She could hear the amusement in his voice. One day there would be payback.

“No, please, no!”

Her pleas elicited a crooked smile from him before he dipped down to plunge his tongue inside of her. He tasted her with a satisfied rumble.

It was all she could do to catch her breath. The pleasure built and filled her core, overwhelming her consciousness. She lifted her hips to grind against his mouth as bliss assaulted her senses. It blazed through her like wildfire.

She bucked and Daedalus held her to him so he could suck harder to increase her orgasm. Only when her voice became hoarse did she hear her own cries, fading with her climax.

As she lay dazed from her near out-of-body experience, he crawled up her sweat-soaked body. Pressed against her, he kept her pinned, then slid his firm cock to the entrance of her core.

“Do you want this?” His voice had deepened.

She searched his face, looking for something familiar and found nothing but need. It went beyond lust. He allowed her a glimpse of his loneliness. “Yes.”

He thrust himself inside her, even with her wetness, he needed to work himself in. A gasp at the tormenting ecstasy fled her lips when he filled her. The feel of him, stiff and hard, pushing inside, made her thrash and pull at her restraints. The tips of her breasts jiggled with her movements. The hard nubs rubbed against the firm flesh of his chest, eliciting another gasp from her.

“Let...let me go.” She wanted to touch him. No, who was she kidding? She wanted to grab him and fuck him hard.

He ignored her plea while he pushed back in. Thrusting gently at first, he built a rhythm that got deeper and harder with each stroke. Out of control, she needed to feel the solidness of him to ground herself. “Please...please... I need...” She couldn’t remember the word he’d told her to shout.

He lifted himself off her, releasing her lower half to move with him. She met each pump with her hips, trying to grind against him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

The sound of her ragged breathing filled the room. He lowered himself, pushing up close to her face to catch her mouth in a consuming kiss. She returned it with as much heat and passion as he gave. Any touch he offered, she’d take with enthusiasm.

His rhythm grew more erratic, more demanding. It fueled her fire, and her orgasm bowed her in a spine-cracking onslaught. Her cries mixed in with his roars while he released himself inside of her, arching his back so the faint light painted dark shadows across his face.

He collapsed beside her, resting his head on her heaving chest. “Damn, I didn’t last long again. You know how to hit all the right buttons, Sugar.” He reached up to release the knots binding her, then gathered her in his arms.

Sugar snuggled against his chest. She fit perfectly in his arms, curvaceous and tender. It had taken the entirety of his restraint to keep from sinking his teeth into her as she begged beneath him. He really liked the begging.

She ran a finger aimlessly down his body.

He sighed. He hated mixing business with pleasure, but Sugar was intertwined with the Omegas. No way could he choose between the two. Not now. Somehow he’d let his guard down and she snared his heart. He couldn’t remember the last time he loved a mortal. “You care a lot about the Omegas.” He felt a twinge of jealousy at having to share her, and it annoyed him.

“Yes.”

Funny how such a small word could seal their fates . “The Ayumu pack has claim over Chicago. It’s a large one, and their leader is powerful.” He stroked her hair, to comfort himself more than anything. “He won’t bother to fight Eric himself. The Omegas are too small. He’ll send a lieutenant.”

“Does Eric have a chance?” She twisted to look at his face. Her red rosebud lips were swollen from the crush of his mouth.

He nibbled them. She closed her eyes and gave herself to him. Oh, how he liked it.

Not once since their kitchen encounter had she complained about the lack of his attention. He’d expected it, most women he knew would have. It made him think she’d lost interest. After tonight, he knew different. She’d been waiting for him and understood his duty. It made her more precious to him.

He brushed one of her feather-soft curls from her emerald green eyes. “Eric has an excellent chance. If he wins they’ll send another, then another until he has to face the pack leader.”

“Why? Why do they want the Omegas so bad?” she cried.

Her distress stabbed him like an arrow. He cupped her upset face, suddenly aware her anguish became his. “The Ayumu gave Eric permission to live here, not to start his own tiny pack.” He stroked her cheek. “Taking in Katrina, a fertile attractive female, crossed the line. If the Ayumu don’t retaliate, they’ll look weak.”