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If this was some kind of pain killer, drug induced dream, I never wanted to wake up.
Because never in my wildest fantasy of jerking off in the shower to images of Ronen, could I have imagined him saying any of these things. And it was hot as fuck.
Ronen hovered over me, his legs straddling my hips, his strong fingers curling into the muscles of my shoulders. Eyes locked on his, he slowly began to sink down. Using one hand, I held my cock steady, guiding it into his slick hole.
Goddess, I wanted to taste him, wanted to lick every inch of him, wanted to feast on his sweet ass. One day, I would do all those things and more.
My cock nudged at him, his heat and slick coating the tip, before I stopped his movements. “Protection?”
It had been an afterthought, at the very last possible second, because Ronen made me forget my common sense. As shifters we were immune to STDs, but we weren’t immune to pregnancy.
As much as the thought of seeing Ronen round with my baby turned me on, an unplanned pregnancy was the last thing we needed. We barely knew one another, fated mates or not, and I still wasn’t convinced the man even liked me.
“I’m on the shot,” he groaned, the muscles in his thighs quivering as he held himself over my hips and cock. “We’re good. Want to feel you in me.”
When he looked like he did, naked and flushed, his eyes lust blown, and he sounded needy and demanding, there was no way on this planet I could have turned his offer down.
My wide head slid into his hole, stretching tightly and squeezing. Ronen didn’t wait to adjust, just sank down and down, until he was fully seated. His ass full of my cock, his butt resting on my thighs.
My hands gripped his hips, my fingers digging in, as sensation after sensation washed over me. There were so many I couldn’t think clearly. Could only feel, smell, taste, and hold on tightly as my omega began riding me like I was a bucking bronc and he needed to stay on at least eight seconds to survive.
Our bodies strained together, muscles flexing. Sweat covered us both, Ronen’s skin ablaze beneath my roaming hands. Even as he moved against me, on me, straining for release, Icouldn’t stop touching him. I never wanted to stop feeling his soft skin beneath my hands.
Pulling him to me, I licked at the salty skin of his shoulders, the crook of his neck. Ronen’s cries grew louder, and he sounded just like I imagined he would. High pitched, needy, breathless, demanding.
Tilting his head to one side, he grasped my hair hard, forcing my lips against his neck. His scent gland, his mate gland, was there, the place I would mark him as mine, when the time was right.
“Mark me,” he growled, as he bounced on my cock, racing for his release.
Scraping my teeth down the slender column of his neck, I sucked in the tender skin above his gland. My mouth moved against his skin in time with our pumping hips, Ronen’s ragged breathing amping up my desire with each moan, each gasp of sound he made.
The tingle raced at my spine, my balls heavy, and I knew I was close. My knot swelled with my cock, growing even bigger inside Ronen.
“So full,” he gasped, “So fucking full. Want…to…come!”
Lips sucking his neck, fingers grasping any part of him I could touch, I surged up inside him, my muscles straining. My knot swelled larger than I had ever experienced with any omega before, locking us together, as we both screamed.
My cum shot out of me, splashing hot inside Ronen’s tight hole, and his cum painted my stomach and chest. He collapsed against my chest, both of us shaking, sweating, and panting.
Ronen let out a small, contented sigh against the skin just above my nipple, and that’s when my ankle decided to remind me that it was still attached, and still broken.
Searing pain slammed into me, stealing my breath, and making me groan in agony. Fucking hell, that hurt!
“I think I’m gonna pass out now,” I barely managed, when everything went black, and I did just that.
And when I woke in the morning, naked and half sprawled across my couch, ankle throbbing and covered in Ronen’s dried cum across my stomach, he was gone.
Chapter Fifteen
Ronen
“I did something stupid.”
Matty rubbed at his face, shutting his front door behind me. “Please come in. I love having my door pounded on like the damn S.W.A.T. team is about to burst in.”
Spinning to glare at him in the middle of his living room, I didn’t apologize. Had he not just heard what I had said?
“I did something stupid.” Apparently, I needed to repeat it.
