“Rath, please.”
“Not until you come for me, little one.”
She growled, annoyed with him, and tried to yank herself away from him. He snarled, pinning her in place with his teeth in the curve of her shoulder and neck and the delicious friction of his fingers stopped. Freezing, she whimpered, trying to rock her hips against him, but he moved his hand.
“Rath,” she keened, going pliant in his hold. He grunted again as he touched her. She held her breath, feeling the heat roll over her body again. She felt the tension in her frame ramp up until she was sure she’d go up in flames.
“Oh god, Rath... please!” she cried out and then shattered apart at his touch.
She couldn’t have described the sensations if her life depended on it. All she knew was that she wanted to experience it again. She sank her nails into his shoulders, pulling him down to kiss him with her hips still bucking against his body as aftershocks of pleasure flowed through her.
“Mine,” he growled, the sound so distorted it was barely a word.
Instinctively she parted her thighs, her head turning to one side and her eyes closing as she prepared for what would happen next.
When he pressed his cock against her entrance she tensed.
“Shh, little one. No pain. I promised.”
She exhaled, tried to relax, and then gasped as he rocked his hips and let himself enter and then withdraw again so quickly she had no time to react.
“Again,” she demanded, hunger overcoming her fear so quickly it was like she’d never experienced it.
“You don’t give the orders here,” he chuckled, making her wait several long seconds before entering her again. This time, he went a little deeper and moved a little slower before retreating.
“Do you want more of that?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Then more you shall have.”
He thrust, entering her in one slow, relentless movement that filled her to the brim. She keened softly, her hands like claws against his shoulders. He was big, stretching her to the limit. She felt a little pain as her body adjusted, but she didn’t care. It wasn’t bad pain, the kind that hurt... it was good, the type she could get addicted to.
“Oh god, Rath!” She gasped.
His skin hardened beneath her fingers, a pattern of markings appearing across his chest as he held himself over her. His breath hissed over his teeth and every muscle in his body was taut as he gave her a moment to adapt to her new reality.
His beast was present, but she was past caring. He’d promised not to hurt her, and she believed him. Beast or man, she wanted him.
With a soft exhalation, she arched her hips, trying to take him deeper.
Rath groaned and withdrew, only to power into her again a second later.
“Again. Please,” she whispered as pleasure filled her.
“Yes.”
She kept her gaze locked to his as he moved over her. The small part of her mind that yammered in panic was ignored. It got quieter and quieter with each thrust, each time he filled her, and the needs of her body roared to the fore.
A sigh on her lips, she arched her back, rocking her hips against his as she bared her neck to him and demanded more while urging him to claim her fully.
Rath snarled and dropped his mouth to her throat, his lips suckling at her skin. When his fangs grazed her neck, she arched herself off the bed and keened, suddenly aching for something she didn’t understand. Something more than just the joining of their bodies.
“Mine.” The word was torn from Rath’s chest a bare second before he sank his teeth into her skin and her world exploded—not with pain but with pleasure so pure, so intense, she thought it might kill her.
She clung to him as the storm washed through her, wrapping her legs around his hips as he powered into her. Soft moans fell from her lips as he sped up, his hard thrusts shaking the bed beneath them and stretching her pleasure out until she was delirious with it. She never wanted it to stop, moving with him, greedy for everything he could give her. The tension in her body rose and rose until, with a shattering scream, she came apart in his arms.
6
Rath had been awake for some time, but he hadn’t bothered to move. Why would he when his little mate was nestled so contentedly in his arms? She slept better when he held her, her soft sighs and adorable little snores growing deeper if she was pressed to his side.
Savannah was more than he’d ever imagined—passionate, smart, and once she had surrendered to him... Xarth. She was perfect. They’d spent the night mating and sleeping in turns, and today had passed the same way. She’d eat, sleep, and then demand his attentions again.
A request he was more than happy to comply with.
Knotting her was glorious, her body locked so tightly to his that even the slightest motion had brought them both to the brink of orgasm again. She’d watched him with eyes gone utterly black as he emptied himself inside her. Was she with child yet? She could be. His child. With his omega.
He loosed a small rumble of satisfaction.
Everything was as it should be. Finally. And once her heat was done, he would bring her back to the citadel and show everyone the prize he’d won for himself.
Her soft sighs and snuffles alerted him to the fact she was waking up. He smiled as he stroked her back, a contented rumble in the back of his throat as she lifted her head.
“Good morning.”
He had to hide his amusement as she glared around at the bright sunlight streaming in through the windows like it had personally offended her. Then her gaze locked on to his and he caught his breath as he watched the color in her eyes swallowed by the black of her heat again. He would never tire of the glorious sight.
“Is it? Morning? Seems very bright.” Her soft hands stroked over his chest, sliding down his stomach to wrap around his already hard cock.
“Late morning. Or afternoon. I may have lost track. I’ve been… distracted.” He rocked his hips, sliding his shaft between her fingers.
“Mmhmm. Distracted. I like distracting you.”
“And I like hearing you scream my name, little omega. You do it so prettily.”
Her stomach gurgled at that moment, reminding him that in her current state he needed to take care of her. The heat was all-consuming. If he did not care for her, she would forget to eat or drink for days. If she was pregnant, that would not be good for their child.
“You need food.”
“No. Need you.” Savannah’s lush lips pushed out into a pout.
“Later.” He kissed her. “But now, you need to eat. I will feed you myself with you in my lap.”
She shivered. “That sounds nice.”
He managed to disentangle himself from her embrace and pulled some pants on to prepare food. While he wasn’t uncomfortable naked, he was uncomfortable with his cock near either naked flame or hot spillages. Damage to his equipment would mean he couldn’t service his little omega during her heat, which would cause her pain, and that he could not have.
The small kitchen was well-stocked with provisions, but there wasn’t much variety. His shar’ai deserved better than the simple fare on offer here. She should have servants and fine things, every comfort he could offer her. And as the Overseer’s Master at Arms, he could offer quite a bit.
He started preparing a meal, listening to Savannah dress in one of his shirts and then make her way over to the couch with an armload of her favorite blankets. He’d discovered she liked silken fabrics best, and he planned on gifting her with a wide assortment once they were home.