Omega's Binding

by Lillian Sable

  “Because I knew that you would insist on throwing yourself into danger. You are my pregnant mate. I will always try to protect you from your worst impulses, even if that means locking you in a room until you come to your senses.”

  She hated his possessiveness, even as his words sent shivers of pleasure up her spine at the note of seduction in his voice. “You took a huge risk.”

  “I would risk everything to keep you safe.”

  His stroking fingers threatened her control on sanity, but she wasn’t done with having her questions answered. “I’m still surprised that you found Prince Castor. And managed to convince him to testify on your behalf like that.”

  “Castor had good reason to see the Undersecretary brought to justice for his crimes. And he recognized the threat that Barnard and those who supported him present to this city. That threat still remains, even with the Undersecretary dead.”

  “Did you know the prince before all of this.”

  “We’ve moved in the same circles.” Legion hesitated, as if considering how much to reveal. “The Forbidden Zone changed him in ways that are difficult to anticipate. He still has a significant role to play and I suspect that we will hear more from him soon.”

  Her head snapped up. “Why?”

  “I’ve told you about the experiments to create Omegas. Apparently, the implementation of the technology is more far-reaching than we first thought. The consequences of this will be catastrophic, even with the Undersecretary out of the way. But we’ll deal with the challenges in due time, you may even get the chance to sate your desire for adventure.”

  “Well, if you’re hoping that some day I’ll change, you’re going to be disappointed.” Her voice was slightly breathless as she spoke. His hands had moved lower, teasing along the hem of her dress where it met her thighs. “I can’t promise that I won’t do something else impulsive.”

  “I wouldn’t change anything about you, even your recklessness. Your habit of plunging headfirst into dangerous situations without thinking through the consequences is what brought you to me in the first place. But I will protect you from yourself, whether you like it or not.”

  Whatever she would say next was quickly forgotten as his hands slipped underneath the hem of her dress. A tidal wave of desire rushed over her, as strong as it had ever been despite the time that had passed and her advanced state of pregnancy. The more clear-headed part of her wondered if the desperate need would diminish with time or if she would always be a victim of her body’s responses.

  And in the next moment, even those thoughts drifted away as his searching fingers found the wet heat at her center. He pushed inside her in a more careful movement, heedful of her delicate state but determined in his assault.

  The change in her as desire took over was obvious, joints loosening and muscles relaxing as she submitted to his touch. He would be careful of her, but he would take what he wanted and she would let him.

  Their joining had decreased in physical intensity since her pregnancy, but he had grown more dedicated to drawing every possible type of pleasure from her body despite the limitations of her condition. She had become the entirety of his focus for the last several months and the attention was almost too much to bear.

  “Legion,” she murmured as his digits played in her soaked folds. Perhaps it was the pregnancy hormones, but it took little more than a look from him for her pussy to be coated in slick. She spent most of the day ready for him, despite whatever her feelings happened to be on the matter.

  He could play her body like an instrument.

  Her thighs spread of their own volition to allow him greater access. When she looked down, the curve of her large belly blocked her view of his fingers as he rubbed at the tiny nub of her clit and she mewled like a kitten under his hand.

  His other hand rose to her face and tipped her chin so that she stared up into his brooding face. The smell of her own slick wafted up between like them like an earthy perfume to fill the air.

  Legion kissed her gently but with a possessiveness that had never altered. There was a promise in the soft movement of his lips. He would be careful of her, but he would not be denied. His hand slipped down to her neck, palm against her throat. It was not enough pressure to catch her breath, but when she swallowed hard it was impossible not to feel completely caught by him.

  He broke their kiss on her whispered sigh as his mouth moved to trace along her face, kissing her closed eyes before biting gently at her cheek.

  A gentle orgasm broke over her as she clenched around his slowly thrusting fingers. She was still riding that wave when he lifted her bodily from the chair before taking her place and positioning her back in his lap.

  She swallowed a gasp as he slowly entered her. There was nothing to impede his progress as his opinion on undergarments had been suitably reinforced enough times for the lesson to stick. There was little point to the small bits of fabric when they ended up shredded in pieces on the floor anyway.

  Their joining was deeper from this angle, sharper in a way that made her feel full to her very womb. He allowed her to set the pace. Her hips lifted and fell in an unconscious rhythm as she rode him. His lips moved to her neck, licking and nipping at tender flesh as if he couldn’t get enough of the taste of her skin.

  “You’re mine,” he growled and the muscled wall of her cunt clenched in response as the sound vibrated against her. “I would crawl inside of your very soul if I could. You and I are one.”

  Her body felt languid and loose as his hands moved to her hips, adjusting them in a way that allowed him somehow even deeper inside of her. She moaned in response as he guided her movements, lifting her up and then letting her fall back down on him.

  Climax teased at the edge of her senses, close but just out of reach. But Legion did not have the patience to wait for their unhurried strokes to send her over the edge. One of his hands skimmed down her belly, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and teased at the place where they joined. His fingers toyed with her clit, rolling the bit of oversensitive flesh like an olive coated in oil, even as his free hand never ceased in lifting and lowering her unresisting body.

  Ianthe came with a low groan. Her pussy clamped down on his turgid flesh, squeezing with an impossible pressure as her body spurred his own release.

  His arms came up to wrap around her, forcing her hips down onto him as his knot swelled within her, pushing at the sensitive flesh and sending another wave of pleasure washing over her. The bond only magnified their pleasure, creating a feedback loop that brought them each higher than they could ever get alone. She could sense the depth of his feeling for her, that he loved every aspect of her being including her recklessness and shameless desire for freedom. What she felt through the bond was volatile and overpowering, but who he was wrapped around her like a warm blanket even as he pushed her body into ecstasy.

  Even as she came down from the intensity of orgasm, flutters of pleasure still tickled through her belly, matched by spasms of his knot as hot spurts of cum coated her insides. She collapsed back against him, boneless and limp as her breathing slowed to a more normal pace.

  “How long can we stay like this?”

  His voice rasped against her throat, making her shiver. “The doctor said not to expect labor to begin for at least another week. At least until then, I’d say.”

  Ianthe smiled, knowing that he couldn’t see it. The warmth from the bond and his arms surrounded her. Her mate’s claim on her no longer felt like a cage meant to strangle the life from her. Instead, his love was like a protective barrier between her and the outside world, a place where she could be cherished and safe.

  And although she did not put the feeling into words, her thoughts were clear as the ring of a bell through the bond.

  “I love you, too,” he murmured against her skin in response to the words she had left unspoken. “And I will protect you. Always.”

  Epilogue

  Legion paced outside of the closed door, practically wearing a path
in the floor. The doctor had forced him out of the birthing suite after he'd threatened to disembowel her if she did not take his mate's agony away. He understood logically that the doctor was not personally responsible for the pain that accompanied the labors of childbirth, but that had not stopped him from directing his impotent rage in her direction.

  He was an Alpha, which made him ill-equipped to deal with feelings of helplessness. His mate was suffering and there was nothing that he could do to ease it. Her pain was palpable through the bond, although muted as if a great distance separated them rather than a few feet and an easily broken door. Not for the first time, Legion wondered if she was expending precious energy to prevent him from feeling the worst of it, deliberately tamping down her end of the bond so that he would not feel how intensely she experienced the pain.

  As if her screams weren't enough to make it clear what it was she endured.

  And all he wanted to do was rage against that impotency, tear the door off its hinges and destroy everything in sight, even if that would do nothing to speed this process. He'd been assured dozens of times that the birth was proceeding as expected. The firstborn always ended up the most stubborn and Ianthe was performing admirably. At least, that was what the doctor had shouted after insisting that Adrian bodily remove him from the room.

  Now his second-in-command watched him from the far side of the narrow foyer, maintaining a safe distance as he stalked the hall like a caged animal.

  Legion realized distantly that there had been a drink in his hand at one point. That might have been one of the things that he had hurled against the wall when the first painful contraction had ripped through his mate. But underneath the anger was a fear thick enough to suffocate him and a realization that he was the one responsible for this.

  "You're not doing her any favors, you know," Adrian murmured as he leaned against the wall. "This is all bit overdone, don't you think."

  "Keep your opinions to yourself," Legion growled. He wondered for a moment how it would feel to crush his closest friend's windpipe with his bare hands. "If you have nothing useful to say then say nothing at all.”

  "I'm only trying to help."

  "Don't."

  Adrian's tone was mild and even a hint of amusement played across features that were normally completely without expression. "Would you like me to get you another drink?"

  Legion waved that away with a grumble as his feet resumed their striding pace back and forth in front of the door. The noise inside had diminished until he could barely hear more than labored breathing with the occasional gasp or soft cry. He couldn't tell if that boded well or ill for what was happening on the other side of the door.

  "Legion!"

  That pained shout was all it took for him to lose his fragile hold on control. With a hard shove, he forced himself through the door, snapping the lock as he burst into the room.

  His eyes focused immediately on the small figure lying surrounded by pillows in the center of the bed. Nothing else penetrated the hyperfocus of his gaze. A dozen Guardian Alphas could have been standing in the room with their weapons trained on him and he wouldn't have noticed as he barreled toward his mate.

  He was at her side before Ianthe could draw in her next breath to scream his name. His knees hit the floor at the side of the bed as his gaze roamed over her body, searching for any sign of injury.

  "I'm here, little bird."

  Ianthe opened eyes that had squeezed shut from the pain as his hand brushed across her sweat-dampened forehead. She reached for him blindly and his other hand grasped hers as she gripped him with enough pressure to draw a gasp of surprise from him.

  "Tell me what is happening," he demanded of the doctor, whose calmly sardonic face made him want to throw her out the nearest window. "Why has the child not arrived?”

  "I know you won't believe it, regardless of what I say, but things are proceeding precisely as they should." Dr. Bartin was the very soul of calm as she sat on a stool at the foot of the bed between his mate's spread legs. "The child has fully descended into the birth canal and I have encouraged her to push with the next contraction. It shouldn't be long now."

  Ianthe screamed as a visible contraction seized her small frame. He watched in horrified fascination as her belly tightened and contracted as if it were a fist being squeezed tight. Her nails dug into the palm of his hand, enough to leave tiny half-moon marks in the skin.

  "Push, push," the doctor commanded, voice voice steady. "Yes, just like that. You're doing very well."

  Legion spoke through gritted teeth. "I will double your fee if you can end this quickly."

  The doctor shook her head, sighing in annoyance. "I've told you already. This is the natural way of things. Any significant intervention from me would put them both at risk."

  "Can't you do something for the pain, at least?"

  "Sedatives would relax the muscle and prolong her labor which would be detrimental for the child. You simply have to trust the process."

  So Legion resigned himself to do what little he could. His purr was uneven and guttural as he struggled to maintain control of himself. He picked up a cool cloth from the basin and laid it across his mate's forehead, murmuring nonsense that he hoped might soothe her.

  "This could be it," the doctor said as the beginning of another contraction quivered across the taut skin of her belly. "You need to push as hard as you can, Ianthe. Good, even harder. Yes, just like that."

  And with a screech loud enough to pierce eardrums, their child entered the world. Legion watched to ensure that the squalling, pink-skinned creature appeared mostly intact before returning his full attention to his mate.

  "Is it a boy?" Ianthe asked, voice heavy with exhaustion even as a satisfied smile curved across her face. "Is he okay."

  "It's a baby," he murmured, stroking sticky strands of hair back from her face where they'd stuck from sweat. "It's too covered in goop for me to tell anything else."

  The doctor had made quick work of snipping the cord, scrubbing the newborn dry and swaddling the still squalling baby in a blanket. She approached Legion slowly, the shifting bundle cradled in her arms.

  "May I present your son."

  Legion forced himself away from the bed so that he could take his child in his arms. As if sensing that he was finally in the place he belonged, little Maxwell immediately ceased his crying and stared up at his father with bright eyes that seemed more curious than should be possible for one so nearly born.

  He bent to lay the baby across Ianthe's breast, even as exhaustion threatened to pull her into a much-needed slumber. The infant scrunched up his face at being shifted and seemed about to begin again with his ear-shattering squall. But Legion began to purr, the sound washing over his mate and his child, soothing them both to sleep.

  As he stared down at the most precious things that existed in the universe, Legion marveled at the gift that had been presented to him. His Omega had fought so hard to resist him, fighting him at every turn despite the compulsion that pulled them together. They had both been broken and rebuilt into something wholly unrecognizable.

  For the first time in his life, Legion was complete.

  This the end of Ianthe and Legion’s story, for now. But there are more tales of the Omegas of Pandora to be told.

  The series continues with Aura and Castor in

  Alpha’s Temptation

  (Omegas of Pandora, Book 4).

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  Also by Lillian Sable

  OMEGAS OF PANDORA

  Ianthe and Legion

  Omega’s Deception

  Omega’s Capture

  Omega’s Binding

  Aura and Castor

  Alpha’s Temptation

  Alpha’s Corruption (coming June 2019)

  Alpha’s Redemption (coming July 2019)

  FERAL ALPHAS

  Hunted by the Feral Alpha

  Savaged by the Feral Alpha (coming Winter 2019)

  Lillian Sable

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bsp; Lillian Sable writes erotic romances with ultra-Alpha heroes. She is a former office-worker who spent more time fantasizing and daydreaming than doing her actual job. She started writing her fantasies down and turned her dreams into reality. Lillian lives in Indiana with her husband.

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