Page 40 of Dark Company

My gaze travels from her hand down to her wrists where the beta high precinct shines out. Soon, I’ll have this mark removed and replaced with one fitting of her status. She is an omega, and whether or not she’s proud of that fact, it’s what she is. She’s my omega. I want more than just my mark to tell others to back the fuck off.

With an omega mark on her wrists, others will be more inclined to give her a wide berth, not wanting to anger any Alpha she belongs to. It will help keep her safe when I can’t be there. It will be an every-watching sentinel that demands others pay her respect.

Reaching out my other hand, I cup the swell of her breasts, groaning when the bond quivers deep in my soul. I slide the pads of my fingers up, easing them around the tight nipple that’s just begging for my touch. I ignore it for now, not wanting to play with something so obvious first.

I’ve seen Leon tease the brothel betas before taking them back to his room. He always plucked their nipples, pulling them, tugging them. I want to discover something new. Leaning down, I poke my tongue out, hardening it to a point, and drag the tip along the pink skin that resides around the swollen peak.

I’m rewarded with a gasp and the scent of her slick. My little omega likes this. She likes to be teased. Going to the other breast, I do the same thing, but use my fingers to glide across the wet skin, feeling it pebble at my touch. I’ve never given much thought to nipples, and certainly not to my own. Pulling back, I slide my fingertip along the skin, and laugh as I feel it pucker beneath my touch in a very similar way.

Going back to my omega, I finally allow myself to touch the stiff peak. First, I use my finger to pluck at her gently, then start to increase my pressure, noting the scent of her arousal increasing the more roughly I handle them. Can it be that she actually enjoys a firmer touch? Even though she’s in her heat, surely her subconscious would react to a stimulation she enjoys despite her hormones ramping it up.

Grinning, I stare down at my present, thanking the gods for giving me such a treasure. If I don’t have to be gentle with her, then I won’t have to worry as much about harming her, and if she gets aroused by it, even better. Sliding lower, I spread her thighs and stare at the pink, pouty lips that are practically coated in her slick.

The scent alone drives me mad, nearly feral. I want to bathe in it, to smell it on me at all times. Bending down, I slide my tongue along her slit and groan as the taste explodes over my tongue. She’s everything decadent, my own personal treat. Her slick tastes of spiced honey, of cinnamon and cloves. It burns my tongue, but only a slight tingle that has me desiring more.

I grab her hips and hold her tight as I explore her body with my tongue. Every bit of her is spread open to my questing mouth, and still, it’s not enough. Going to the source, I slide my tongue into her tight channel, moaning as she flutters around it.

Whether consciously or not, her hips move against my mouth in a silent plea. There’s something else she wants, something more. Pulling back, I stare at her anatomy, looking at her with an intensity that would probably make her blush if she were aware of what I was doing.

When I was fucking her, she touched herself, sending her back over the edge. But what was it? What magical thing made her fall apart in my arms? Throwing her legs over my shoulder, I free up my hands to explore. As I slide my thumbs through her inner lips, she squirms, but nothing as explosive as before. No. It’s something else.

At the top, nestled at the point where her lips converge, is a swollen bit of flesh that sticks out from the rest. It’s not the same tissue as her nipples, but it’s engorged all the same. Reaching up, I slide the pad of my thumb over it, testing out its texture when Karis groans, her body trembling at my touch.

So that’s what she was touching. A wicked grin curls up my lips as I remove my hand and, instead, stimulate it with my tongue. It’s the same as the rest of her pussy, yet it’s harder and far easier to wrap my lips around. The more I lap at that spot, the more she squirms, until she’s verbally begging for me to fuck her.

But I don’t think I will. Earlier, I showed a lack of restraint. This time, I want her so overcome with need herself that she’s practically screaming for me to take her. I want her conscious and fully aware of what I’m doing to her, and if that means I force her to come apart until she wakes up, then so be it.

Chapter 10

Karis

Need. Hot, overwhelming, desperate. The thing between my thighs makes my body quiver and my bones turn to dust. I’m unable to move as he continues his sexual onslaught, and I don’t want to. I want to live here for eternity, existing only for this moment of pleasure.

Blinding light pierces my skull as my keening cry fills the tent I’m in, but I barely notice it. All I can see, all I can feel, is pleasure. It washes over my body, filling in the gaps of my soul, making me complete. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I know I need this; I want this; I crave this.

The moment the pleasure peaks, my body arches back as my brain floods with endorphins. I’m unable to think, unable to speak. The only thing that even compares to the euphoria that buzzes through my veins is the time I tried illicit substances with the friends in school, but even then, it’s not the same. Nothing will ever touch this feeling of helpless floating, of wanton need, of pure ecstasy as it’s pushed through my body.

Before I know it, I’m up, pushing against this man that’s given me everything, forcing him down to the ground. All I can see is his cock standing large and proud, and I know what I must do to fill that ache that’s already starting to form in my lower body. I need his cock deep inside me. That’s the only way I’ll feel whole, complete.

But more than that, I want to taste him, to bury myself in the scent that dances around my brain and coats my lips. He lets me. This beast of a man lies still, allowing me to explore this new and enchanting world. The large cock pulses in front of my face as fluid seeps out from some hidden slit.

Ravenous, I reach out my tongue to lap at it, groaning as his flavor coats my tastebuds. It’s musky and bitter, like the darkest of chocolates with just a hint of smokey caramel drizzled through it. The taste is far better than anything I’ve had in my mouth, including Annora’s cakes.

Opening my mouth wide, I take the soft head in between my lips and suck some more, hoping to get another taste. Soon, I’m rewarded with another drop or two of liquid as the male groans and bucks his hips, sliding a bit more of himself past my teeth. He’s so large, so overwhelming, but so fucking delicious. I continue to suck on him, even as he sits up to run his fingers through my hair.

It’s such an intimate feeling that draws me closer to this stranger and makes me want to please him. The grunts that pour from his lips pepper the air, flooding my body with need. Everything aches, and I only know of one way to make it feel better. Pulling back, I look up at him without really seeing.

All I know is I need him deep inside me, stroking those secret places I’ll never be able to reach on my own. Pushing him back down, I crawl up his body and sit on his abs for a few moments, moaning as they constrict under my body. The hard rigidity of his body grinds against mine, shooting pleasure through my core.

I don’t have the words for what I feel; it’s mostly me acting on instinct, but soon, I slide back onto his large shaft and groan as it stretches me out, filling me up in only the way he can. His body is made for mine. It takes me just to the edge of my sanity, pushing me just to that point of pain, and stopping. It’s like his cock knows just how far to take me before the pain morphs from that razor’s edge of pleasure into unbearable agony.

Groaning, I rock back against him, using his body for my pleasure. And why shouldn’t I? His cock is mine. His body is mine. It’s mine to do with as I please. Mine to please and to be pleasured by. Leaning back, I arch my hips, nearly sobbing in relief as his tip brushes against some part of me that makes the pleasure manifest nearly tenfold.

I go to reach in between our bodies, desperate for one more release, but his firm hands stop me, forcing my fingers away from the one thing I know will make everything right. He denies me this one bit of pleasure, only to roll me onto my back so he can loom over me. I cannot see his face. Instead, I’m stuck staring at the expanse of his chest, forced to memorize the myriad of tattoos that crisscross over his pecs.

I want to follow the ink with my tongue, to find where the designs begin and end on a far more intimate level, but I can’t think straight enough to do it. The moment my mind begins to clear, another wave of pleasure washes through and refuses to let me see reason. There’s something that’s nagging me in the darkest recesses of my brain, but the pleasure won’t let me explore it.

It’s as if my tongue has found a hole in my tooth, but when I go back to probe it, it’s no longer there… but I know it’s there. There’s something insidiously wrong. If only my mind can focus on something other than carnal pleasures, but I can’t help it. Everything he does to me feels so fucking good. Though I have nothing to compare it with, I doubt anyone else will ever make me feel the same again.