Clara swallowed it hungrily, but even so, there was so much of his seed that it flooded her mouth and spilled down her chin, dripping onto her breasts.
“Fuck,” he growled, tugging his cock free from her lips and gripping it hard, his hand sliding up and down as he massaged every last drop from the tip.
Clara licked her lips. His taste was the greatest aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced—even more so than his scent—and she didn’t need to reach down to know she was dripping with slick, her clit swollen and aching.
As if he could read her mind, Evander bent down and helped her up before guiding her to the nearby couch. She had barely leaned back before he’d pushed her thighs apart and his mouth was on her hot, throbbing sex.
Lapping languorously at her throbbing nub, he reached up and gripped her heavy, aching breasts, rasping over her nipples with his thumbs as she keened with pleasure. She could still taste the musky saltiness of him and that, combined with the broad strokes of his tongue over her pulsating clit, tipped her over the edge. Clara cried out as she came, and Evander responded by twisting her nipples, the sharp knife of pain only serving to make her climax more intense. Her pussy snatched at the air, achingly empty, and she was desperate for him to fill it.
Even after the pulses had died down, he continued to lick her methodically, driving her to another orgasm and then another, until she was incoherent and babbling, begging for his cock, for his seed, for him.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready,” he growled. Tugging the hood from her clit with one hand, he thrust three fingers into her with the other, his skilled tongue working in time with his fingertips on that sensitive spot deep inside her in a way designed to drive her out of her ever-loving mind.
“Please,” she whined, “no more… I can’t…”
“You can’t what?” His tone was scornful, mocking. “You can’t come anymore?”
Clara shook her head. “Not without you inside me.”
“You can,” he said, “and you will.” Suddenly, she felt something press against her most private hole. “Relax it, sweetness,” he told her, and then she felt a sharp pain and a popping sensation as his fingertip entered her backside.
“Such a tight little ass,” Evander growled, his dark blue eyes never leaving her face as he worked his finger past the tight ring of muscle, probing her more intimately than she had ever thought possible. “This is just my finger… imagine what my cock will feel like.”
Clara let out a sob, for as terrifying as the thought was, to her utter humiliation, it also made her pussy squeeze around his fingers. “I couldn’t take it…” she whimpered.
“Oh, you could. And you will.” He began to work his finger back and forth, the burning pain again only heightening the pleasure of his other three digits still fucking her pussy. “What’s more, you’re going to like it. You like this, don’t you? I can feel you gushing around me… even this finger—” he thrust the finger in her ass back and forth, “—is soaked in your slick. I’m going to fuck this tight little hole, slide my cock all the way inside, and you’re going to come harder than you ever have before…”
Clara was sobbing in protest even as he bent his head and sucked her raw, throbbing clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, his fingers now moving in and out of both her holes with ease. When he bit down on the swollen bundle of nerves, she came with a howl, arching her back, gripping his huge, muscular shoulders, feeling herself contract over and over again.
“That’s it, come hard for me,” Evander rasped, his voice thick with desire. “See how your body responds to me? How your tight little cunt and ass are gripping my fingers so hard, you’re almost crushing them? It’s time you realized, little Omega, that you’re mine. Your body is mine, your pleasure is mine, your pain is mine. You have no control over any of this… so you might as well let go.”
As the waves of excruciating pleasure continued to tighten her core and his words sank in, Clara continued to sob helplessly, the tears filling her eyes at the realization that he was speaking the truth.
Evander gazed down at the writhing, shuddering, naked little Omega beneath him, wanting to pound his chest and roar with triumph. This was how he liked her, this was how she should always be—helpless, vulnerable, pliant.
Submissive.
Tears of pleasure were spilling out from beneath her long, spiky lashes and trickling down her flushed cheeks. Her hair was mussed, her elaborate style ruined. Her chest was heaving, her sex looked swollen and raw. He could have drowned in her slick.
She didn’t resist as he picked her up and carried her into the adjoining bedroom, laying her down on the bed as carefully as if she were made of glass.
Evander began to growl again as he made short work of removing his clothing before joining her on the soft, expensive sheets. Despite having climaxed himself recently, his cock was again as hard as granite, straining toward his belly button. He wanted to fuck her slowly this time, to maintain control, which was why he’d indulged in her mouth earlier.
Fuck, the sight of her naked on her knees, gagging on him—and enjoying it—had been so hot.
When her mind ruled her body, she did everything she could to maintain a distance from him. But when her desire took over…
Gripping her full thighs, he spread them apart and positioned the crown of his cock at the entrance to her slick little cunt. She let out a slight moan so he increased the volume of his growl and rasped the pad of his thumb over her most sensitive spot.
Clara cried out and arched her back, her movement serving to impale her on his shaft just enough that the tip was in. Evander bit his lip and stroked her clit again.
Again, her hips jerked and he slid a little deeper inside her tight, velvet heat.
By the time he was balls-deep, he could tell she was on the verge of yet another climax but he decided to keep her there for a while, on the edge, just because he could. Besides, he had wrung so many orgasms from her that he wasn’t sure how much more she could take without passing out.
Evander wanted her conscious for what he had planned.
The power he was able to wield over her was like a drug. She responded to him unlike any other woman he’d known, and the contrast between her haughty daytime demeanor and the wanton, sensual creature she became in his arms was incredible.
Still growling, he leaned down over her, supporting his weight on his elbows, and ran his tongue over her lips until they parted to allow him entry. He kissed her hungrily, her taste humming through his veins and making his cock twitch inside her.
Clara moaned into his mouth as he began to move his hips, fucking her with long, deep strokes, withdrawing almost all the way before plunging back inside with each thrust.
Gods, but he never wanted to stop fucking her.
His knot, which had not quite yet receded after his last climax, had again begun to swell, and he picked up his pace until he was slamming her violently into the mattress.
Fuck being gentle. When it came to Clara, Evander was rapidly discovering that gentle wasn’t an option.
Tearing his lips from hers, he reared up enough to catch one bouncing tit, squeezing the soft flesh and plucking the taut, dark pink bud until she cried out and he felt her cunt flutter around his cock.
“Not yet, sweetness,” he said, slipping a finger into her mouth. She sucked it greedily and he let out a groan as another ball of undiluted lust shot through his groin.
His knot was almost fully formed now, and he buried himself as deeply within her as he could before they were fused together as one.
As they should be.
“You’re mine,” he growled, gratified when she opened her stunning, liquid green eyes and gazed up at him. He removed his finger from her mouth with a wet pop and began to rotate his hips, grinding his pelvis against hers to ensure maximum friction on her swollen, erect clit.
Clara let out a gasp of pleasure.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, still grinding against her at
a steady pace.
She gave a little groan and he felt her gush.
“Say it, and I’ll let you come,” he said.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes cloudy, hazy with lust. “I’m yours,” she whispered, and those two little words were almost enough to send him over the edge.
Not yet.
“Forever,” he went on. “Say it.” He thrust harder, and she gave a little cry. “Say it!”
“Forever! Please, please… I’m yours forever!”
His heart pounding almost out of his chest, Evander leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips before his mouth moved further south, down to the side of her neck.
He increased the pace and friction of his thrusts just enough to send her over the edge and as Clara threw back her head and cried out, spasming around his cock, he bit down on the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder.
Clara’s moans turned into one long scream but Evander brooked her no quarter, his sharp teeth breaking the skin until the taste of her blood spread over his tongue.
Her pure, undiluted essence drove him to the brink of madness; every nerve ending in his body felt like it was on fire. He roared as he claimed her, marking her as his mate forever.
Even as Clara was screaming and bucking beneath him, trying in vain to get away from his bite, her cunt was contracting around his cock, milking him as he climaxed, his seed mingling with her slick and coating their thighs.
It was the single most intense thing Evander had ever experienced. They were coming in unison, every pulse of his cock setting off another spasm within her, their bodies jerking with every wave of pleasure.
Clamping his hand down on her head to keep her still, he kissed her then, her blood still on his lips as he plunged his tongue into her mouth and poured every ounce of his emotion into their embrace.
To his astonishment—and delight—Clara was kissing him back, her slender fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer as she lapped hungrily at his mouth.
Only when they had both long since stopped coming and his biceps were trembling with the effort of holding himself up did he finally allow himself to slump over her, taking most of his weight on his knees.
The entire lower half of his body ached and throbbed, his groin especially. The knot felt huge, even bigger than last time, and his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest with all the emotion he felt.
Relief.
Joy.
Pride.
Satisfaction.
And there was something else there, too, something he had always wanted to experience but hadn’t before—until now.
Love.
This little Omega, with her pear-scented hair, satiny skin, brilliant mind and haughty, expressive green eyes had protested her way right into his heart and now, he could no longer imagine life without her.
She was shuddering and it was a moment before he realized she was weeping silently, the tears coursing unchecked past her flushed cheeks and sliding into the hair at her temples.
“Hush, sweetness, please don’t,” he said, rolling them both onto their sides so he could pull her close to his chest. “Don’t cry. It’s all right.”
“It’s not!” she sobbed. “Why did you do that? Why did you have to bite me?”
“I didn’t have a choice. You didn’t give me a choice. You kept trying to run away.”
“Because I don’t want this! I didn’t want this to happen!”
Evander was used to her haughtiness, her fits of temper, her icy self-control. But seeing this new vulnerable, broken side of her made something deep in his chest crack open and ache. “The gods saw fit to put us together,” he said, forcing himself to remain calm, “and you agreed. You said you were mine forever.”
“I said that because I’m in heat!” she wailed. “Because when you put your hands on me, when you do… those things, I’m no longer myself!”
“I disagree. I think you’re more yourself when you’re naked and underneath me than at any other time. You like to pretend to be an independent, icy cool Alpha but you’re an Omega at heart, sweetness. This is the real you.”
“It’s not!” Her voice broke on another sob. “You’re mistaken!”
“Then how come I’ve never felt so right, so at home, than when I’m with you? I had to claim you as mine. I cannot lose you, Clara. Not now that I’ve found you at last.”
She remained silent, still trembling, her face buried in his shoulder.
Remembering Arius’s advice, Evander took a deep breath, tightened his arms around her, and began to purr.
Chapter Nine
How could he have done that? Clara raged inwardly. He’d taken advantage of her vulnerability and desire and claimed her without any kind of warning, without asking her first.
She wanted to scream, cry, pummel him with her fists… but in truth, she was exhausted. Every last ounce of her strength had been sapped; she was completely spent.
The fight had gone out of her.
Her throat was raw—first from moaning, then screaming.
Her whole body felt limp and boneless.
The muscles on her inner thighs were trembling from having been stretched apart for so long.
Her entire sex ached from overuse, her clit and pussy felt raw. She both welcomed and dreaded the thought of the knot softening enough for Evander to withdraw from her.
And the spot on her neck he’d bitten so savagely, the place where he’d scarred her to claim her as his mate forever, was on fire. The sting was almost more than she could bear, a constant, unending reminder of his betrayal.
She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she’d wept before this night. It must have been when her mother had died. Clara—like her father—regarded tears as a sign of weakness. It was something fragile, feminine Omegas did, not Alpha women. But at some point during their mating, her eyes had filled and the moisture had begun to trace salty tracks down her cheeks… and now that she had started to cry, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to stop.
Naked, hurting, furious, she clung to the huge Alpha who had so upended her very existence, and sobbed openly.
It was a while before she realized he was vibrating again, although it felt different than when he growled. The sound was lighter, albeit somehow still more intense, and instead of going straight to her groin, the bitonal hum evoked a completely different sensation in her.
Evander was purring.
She had heard about this way Alphas had of soothing their Omegas, of course, but she’d never experienced it first hand. Her hackles rose, literally—the fine hairs on her skin standing to attention as goosebumps prickled over her flesh. She shivered in his arms, although she wasn’t cold in the slightest. And a deep calm began to spread through her very being.
It started as a warmth in the pit of her stomach, rising up and out to course through her veins, filling her with a strong sense of peace and contentment. The ache in her chest at the thought of his betrayal, her fear of the future, her fury at being so helpless—they all dissipated more with every passing second as he purred on and on, his massive chest rumbling against her until nothing existed but the sound.
Clara was dimly aware of the way her breathing slowed and deepened, her pulse dropped, and a deep joy filled her heart until it overrode all her other emotions combined.
She had never known anything to be so comforting.
Still purring, Evander slowly withdrew his cock from her oversensitive sheath, but while she had been dreading it, now, Clara didn’t even flinch. With the greatest care, he rolled her onto her other side, slid the sheets up over them both, and took her into his arms, her back flush against his rumbling chest.
The tears dried on her cheeks as Clara closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, the wonderful, raw, musky, delicious essence that was pure Evander.
They should find a way to recreate this feeling and sell it—nobody would ever drink wine again, she thought hazily, then jumped as the stinging sensation on the si
de of her neck was sharply renewed. He was licking her bite mark gently, she realized, dimly remembering reading something about the way Alpha saliva glands produced a mild disinfectant shortly after giving the claiming bite.
Regardless of whether that was true, she found his rhythmic lapping strangely soothing, and her last conscious thought was that she could lie there in Evander’s arms and listen to him purr forever…
When Clara next opened her eyes, she was alone in the bed and the first fingers of dawn were lightening the cracks between the curtains. Rolling over, she groaned as her sore muscles protested the movement. Slowly, the events of the previous night came back to her… the pleasure… the pain…
The claiming.
Sitting bolt upright, she put a hand to her neck and encountered a thick wad of gauze. Evander must have cleaned and dressed the wound while she’d slept. With great care, she lifted the sheets from her lower body and slid her legs to dangle over the side of the bed. Her thighs were coated with the dried proof of their coupling, it felt tight on her skin.
Shower first, then…
She didn’t know what came next, it was all too overwhelming. His bite had changed everything.
Clara had her hand on the bathroom door handle when Evander entered the bedroom carrying a tray which held a huge glass of water, a mug of steaming coffee, and a plate of food. “Good,” he said with what sounded like forced joviality, “you’re up.”
“Barely.”
“I brought you some breakfast.”
“Thank you, but I’d really like a shower first.” She forced her gaze away from the tray and to him. His handsome face was drawn, his eyes shadowed. His square jaw was coated with stubble a shade lighter than his hair. He looked strangely vulnerable.
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