Page 113 of Unhinged Omega

This is it, I think wildly.

He's going to devour me after all.

But instead of attacking me, he brings my hand toward his face, inhaling deeply. He freezes and growls when he catches me staring up at him, and I look away immediately, but not before I get a glimpse of a long tongue slipping out from between his sharp teeth. Slowly, deliberately, he licks my arousal from my fingers.

Even out of the corner of my eye, the sight is terrifying—those razor-sharp teeth so close to my skin—but it's making me even hornier for some bizarre reason. My breath catches in my throat as he cleans every trace of my slick from my hand, his tongue hot against my skin.

When he's done, he releases my wrist, but the hungry look in his eyes remains. Startled by the intensity there, I fall back, my legs parting as I land on the soft leaves covering the ground.

The Knight's eyes immediately lock onto my exposed pussy. I should close my legs. I should run. But instead, I find myself spreading them wider, offering him an unobstructed view of my most intimate parts.

What the fuck am I doing?

Those teeth aresharp.

So. Fucking. Sharp.

The more logical part of my mind is yelling at me to close my legs, kick him in the head, and run for my fucking life, heat be damned. I shouldn't let this feral, monstrous alpha with jaws full of razor-sharp teeth designed for rending flesh from bone anywhere near my pussy.

Near any part of me, actually.

But that tongue...

Memories of my nightmares flash through my mind. His teeth sinking into my flesh, tearing me apart. But the Knight before me now isn't the same as the rabid, mindless monster from my dreams. He stares at me, hungry, yes, but also... reverent. Fascinated.

Slowly, I bring my hand back between my legs. "Do you like my scent?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I start touching myself again.

The Knight lets out a broken purr of approval, the sound rumbling through his chest. Other than when he nodded a few minutes ago, it's the closest thing to verbal communication I've seen from him.

He draws closer as if he's being drawn in by a trance, his massive frame looming over me. My heart races as he positions himself between my spread legs, his bone-white hair falling forward over his scarred face like a curtain, the tips of the strands brushing against my throbbing pussy. I can't help but squirm.

“Do you want a taste?” The words slip out before I can think better of it.

He lunges forward with a guttural snarl, but I manage to stop him, my foot pressing against his shoulder. He freezes, going still as a statue, and growls again. This time, it isn't an aggressive growl. He sounds more confused than anything, like he isn't sure what the fuck I want if it's not "eat my pussy like a peach."

Well, okay, that is what I want.

But not in the way he seems to think I was asking.

"Wait," I gasp. "No teeth. Tongue only. Understand?"

I'm not sure he does, but he rumbles with another growling purr, a sound that vibrates through my entire body. When I lower my foot shakily, he lowers himself fully between my legs.

The first swipe of his long tongue along my slit sends shockwaves of insane pleasure through me. I cry out, my back arching as he laps at me hungrily. His tongue is huge, rough, and so, so hot. It feels like nothing I've ever experienced before.

His growling takes on a curious pitch as his tongue accidentally slips inside me. The slight penetration makes me shudder, my heat flaring even hotter.

"Yes," I pant, tangling my fingers in his hair. "Fuck, more of that."

Taking my words as encouragement, he pushes his tongue deeper. The stretch is incredible. He's so big, filling me in a way I never thought possible from a tongue. The cool metal remnants of the upper part of his mask press against my sensitive mound as his tongue delves deeper and heated rushes of breath coat my entrance with his ragged panting.

It's too much, too soon, and I come with a startled cry, my body clenching around the writhing intrusion. My hips buck wildly as pleasure courses through me, and that long tongue withdraws, leaving me feeling empty and cold inside.

When the aftershocks finally subside, I open my eyes to find the Knight has pulled back. There's worry in his normally ferocious blue gaze. It's surreal, seeing such human emotions on such a terrifying face that's starred in more nightmares than I can count.

I realize with a start that he thinks he's hurt me.

Any remaining inhibitions I had crumble in that moment.

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