Page 28 of The King's Omega
“You’re needy, aren’t you?” I pinched her nipples gently, then hard, twisting as she writhed. According to Vilkurn, she needed this to mature—needed our hands and lips and teeth on those tiny nipples to coax her womb to open, to bring her into heat. She cried out as I twisted harder.
I pushed down on her flat, tight stomach. “There, that’s my seed, isn’t it? You’re so full of me. Did you like my flavor, lass? I think I should punish you that way every morning. Call you into my rooms where you can sit beneath my table and drink your breakfast.” She let out a broken sob.
“P-please,” she whispered.
“Tell me what you want, lass.”
“Please t-touch me.”
“Where?” I watched as she turned a bright shade of pink.
“My pussy,” she whimpered.
“Oh, you mean here?” My fingers drifted down her stomach, avoiding the bandages, then to her bare hips, then lower. I touched her clit gently on my way to her opening.
Fucking stars, it was true. Her diminutive cunt was closed up tight, barely wide enough for a constant stream of her slick to exit, bathing her mound and thighs in honey.
I used my smallest finger to inscribe circles around it and felt it loosen ever so slightly. I returned my hand to her swollen bud, an idea forming. In minutes, I had stroked her clit enough to bring her to the edge. “Do you want to come, lass? Come on my hand?”
“Y-yes,” she whined. “P-please, Lorn, please.”
“You have to let my finger in then,” I instructed, pushing the smallest finger of my other hand to the opening of her pussy, where the slick had gathered. “I’ll let you come as long and hard as you like but you have to let my finger fuck you.”
“J-just your finger?” she panted.
“I promise, just one. I want to feel your slick walls. I want to put my finger where no man has, stroke you in a way you have never felt. Tell me, lass. Will you let me?”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, and I let my slick-soaked fingers circle the swollen bud of her pleasure faster and harder. Hard enough to bring her to the edge one more time. “Let me in, lass,” I coaxed, and thrust a finger into the tiny cunt that peeked open, slick gushing out.
Fuck, she was as tight as a vise, and I could tell my finger hurt her. But she moaned and begged for more, and I moved it in and out as her honeyed scent filled the room like a broken bottle of fine perfume.
In the hallway, the guards were shouting. Someone pounded on the locked door. I ignored them.
I kept my finger moving in her sweet, too-tight hole as she toppled over the edge, screaming unintelligibly, her orgasm overtaking her, pulling her down into a deep faint.
I had fingered her to unconsciousness. I snorted, then stared with disbelief at my cock, which had risen again and was already forming a new knot.
Suddenly, a shadow darted across the room. I crouched, ready to attack, before realizing it was my brother. “You came in through the tunnels?” I exclaimed.
“You fucked her the minute she awoke?” he shouted back, his fists clenched and face red.
“No,” I explained, lifting my hand to my mouth, and licking the nectar off each finger as he fumed. “I punished her for threatening to kill the king.”
He froze. “She’s a spy?” His face blanched. “She’s working with Selene?”
“No, this girl couldn’t tell a lie to save her life. She has no sophistication, no pretense.” I tucked my swollen cock into my pants. “She’s as innocent as a lamb. Although,” I tilted my head at his disbelief, “not as innocent now. I gave her a lesson in cock sucking.”
Tarn sneered. “Not a good one. You’re still hard.”
I let my hand roam over her belly. “I’d say it was pretty good. I was going to feed her dinner, but I think she’s full.”
He swallowed hard, staring at the slight bulge of her stomach. His eyes returned to the prominence in my trousers, then to my face. “Was it all you expected?”
“And more,” I replied. “I’ve never felt… neverwantedanyone like this. Did the book say anything about Omegas having witchcraft?”
“No, brother, but I know what you mean. I feel it, too.” Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to share the experience with Tarn. Together we could keep her safer, protect her. “It’s like the stories about being Alphas that we listened to as children. What our heritage meant. There’s this need, this drive to shelter her, to protect her from everything. I’ve never felt this way with a woman, with anyone.”
“Exactly. For the first time, Lorn,” his voice cracked slightly. “I feel like… like I know who I am supposed to be. Like I have found something that has always been missing.”
