Page 161 of Bred
"Sweet Lily," Rowan purred. "You're mine."
"Yes," I panted, a beautiful pressure building up inside me.
Rowan pressed his chest to mine, my soft breasts against his hard muscle. He kissed me possessively, nipping at my tongue and lips. He slammed his hips particularly hard into me, and I grunted. It still hurt a bit. Why? Was I broken? Was I doing it wrong?
Looking down, I watched him move in and out of me. Then I saw it. A streak of blood mixed with slick covered his shaft.
"I'm hurt," I mumbled.
Rowan placed his thumb on the little nub between my legs, and a deep guttural noise burst from my throat. I had touched myself with clumsy fingers while in heat, but Rowan's fingers…
He knew what that hidden place was for and exactly how to touch it.
His thumb circled and squeezed, then flicked. The pain inside my sex completely disappeared, replaced by a twist of incredible desire. Slick gushed, and my body exploded with a fierce and sudden climax that made my knees shake and my toes curl.
"That's it," Rowan growled, moving his hips faster and faster. “Come for me, Lily. Let me feel that sweet pussy flutter.” He pounded into me, his movements rough as he continued abusing my little nub. The twist in my belly quickly returned, and I tensed as he pulled more pleasure from me. I panted hard, riding my second climax until I was gasping for air and covered in sweat.
Rowan's shaft seemed to double in size as he roared above me. He dropped his face deep into the crook of my neck. Then sharp teeth breached my flesh. I screamed, trying to shove him away. His big body pushed me deep into the mattress, making it hard to breathe.
The stretch from taking his knot was nothing compared to the pain in my throat.
I was dying.
Rowan growled deep, sucking hard at my throat. Then he finally removed his canines.
Something like a fog slipped over me. My body was disconnected from my brain as Rowan's consciousness forced its way into my mind, making my lips go numb. It felt as if my thoughts were being squeezed and shoved about as someone else pushed themselves inside my head.
Realizing I couldn't see, I weaved a hand through the air. Rowan grabbed it, then pressed my palm to his cheek. His snort stubble was rough but feeling him so close made my heart ease.
He whispered in my ear while he cleaned the mark, but I couldn't make out his words. It didn’t really matter, though. The soft vibrations of his voice was enough to soothe me.
Then he moved his hips again.
When I finally opened my eyes, it was light outside. The bedroom seemed so much bigger than it had been last night. The walls were a lovely cream color with a dark oak wardrobe in one corner, and the curtains were a cheery yellow.
I rolled onto my side, immediately regretting it. The ache deep inside my sex made tears gather and leak down the sides of my face. I thought of Mina and how she always seemed to crave her mate. How? Did all omegas hurt like this, or was it just me?
I had no idea how long Rowan's knot stayed lodged inside me last night or how many times he rutted me afterward. All I could remember was screaming out climax after climax until my voice was rough and my body was numb. It was far better than anything I had ever imagined—even the scariest moments. But now, in the light of day, everything ached.
"Good morning, my sweet mate." Rowan's voice was soft as he entered the bedroom. He looked freshly showered, his hair a bit wet. He wore lounging pants and nothing else, his muscular chest on full display.
I pressed my face into a pillow, unable to look at him. Not after what we did.
A gentle hand brushed the hair away from the neck, tracing my mating bite. "Did you sleep okay?" he whispered. "How do you feel?"
"I'm okay," I mumbled into my pillow, wishing I could disappear. The bed dipped as he sat down, placing a bowl of water on the bedside table.
"Let me look at you," he said, resting a hand on my knee. Then to my absolute horror, he spread my legs apart, looking at the apex of my thighs. It shouldn't have embarrassed me, but it did. The room was bright and filled with the early morning sun. He could seeeverything.
"I didn't expect you to be so tight," he whispered, looking over my sore entrance. "I should have prepared you better, but I didn't think my instincts would be so powerful. I lost myself completely." Regret pulled at the corners of his eyes, and he whispered, "I'm so sorry if I hurt you."
His apology caught me off guard, and my heart fluttered. "I'm okay," I whispered, unable to stop my smile. "I'm sore but okay."
The crease between his eyes eased, and he kissed my lips. It was sweet and soft, and I had to fight the urge to giggle. I was far too old to giggle.
Rowan grabbed a cloth out of the bowl and wrung it out before placing the cool fabric on my sex. I hissed, wanting to snap my legs together, but I didn't want to annoy him. "Your pussy looks a bit swollen." He examined me, moving the cloth in gentle circles. I pressed my lips together at his vulgar language, trying not to laugh. "I'd be lying if I said my cock wasn't a bit chafed this morning too. You drained me thoroughly." He smiled as if making a joke. I snorted, unable to help it.
Who talked like that?
