Page 91 of The King's Omega
“More?” I growled. “I’ll give you everything.”
My fingers trailed from the top of her mound of short curls down to the lips, feeling a rush of fluid hit my fingers as I did. Goddess, the smell. I leaned down, marveling at how perfect she was, and then my mouth was on her, drinking in her juices.
It was the sweetest nectar, ambrosia. I lapped it with my tongue, then set my lips and teeth to her swollen clitoris. She came a few moments later as I thrummed her tiny bud with my tongue. Another great gush of slick spilled out, and my cock throbbed in response.
Still holding her wrists together with one hand, loving the way she looked, splayed out and helpless underneath me, I set the head of my thick cock to the opening of her tiny spasming cunt. “You’re opening for me, my Omega. But you’re so small down there. Let me in.” I pushed forward, and felt her walls release, allowing a part of my girth to enter her.
Not enough, not nearly.
I growled, and she opened more, her arms twisting to get free, her legs shaking. “That’s it, little Omega. You’re doing such a good job. Take some more now.”
Inch by inch, I pressed into her, feeling her walls stretch to accept me, until the edges of her outer lips were cradling my swollen knot. I began to thrust, moving in and out of her tight channel, feeling the slick rushing around my girth. She was whining now, an almost constant keening. I reached up and twisted her nipples, her cunt quivering around me as the sensations sent her into another orgasm.
“You like that, yes?” I pressed my hips closer to her, fucking deeper into her impossible heat. “One day I will take you everywhere, sweetheart. I’m going to take your tiny, perfect mouth, like Vilkurn did. I’m going to fill you with my seed. Maybe Axe and I can fill you together. Would you suck on me while he stretched this pussy with his big cock? Would you hunger for more, and beg Tarn or Lorn to join us? Vilkurn could bind you and we could worship and master your body for days?” I let my hand circle her hips, rubbing a finger against the outside of her puckered bottom. “Would you let us take you here, little goddess?” I growled low as she shuddered in my grip and her ass gripped my finger.
I let go of her wrists and grabbed her hips, moving her on my cock, my swollen knot bumping against the stretched lips. Then her cunt spasmed again, and I felt it open just enough. I thrust forward, loving the sounds of her muffled cries as my knot forced its way into her, swelling even more once she accepted me fully, her orgasms cascading over each other now as the power of her heat overwhelmed her. She shivered and gasped, lost to the pleasure that beat at her relentlessly. I bent down and pressed my neck to her lips, my knot pulsing as my seed flooded her womb, coating her walls.
“Rigol!” she whispered. As quick as a striking snake, she tore into the side of my neck, her small teeth marking me, blooding me.
Claiming me.
It burned like holy fire. It tore through me, remade me. I was no longer myself. I was hers.
And she was mine.My Omega.
I roared and set my own teeth into her unmarked shoulder, claiming her right back.
Axe
Leaving my mate in the hands of the enemy would have killed me if I hadn’t been at least temporarily immortal. I knew it was necessary—none of us would resist with that blade at her throat—and one of my brothers would protect her. Vilkurn had slipped away before Milian’s men even knew he was there, the promise to watch over her in his eyes as he vanished into the shadows.
The guards who escorted Tarn, Lorn, and me to the dungeons were cocky. They had a right to be. Normally, twelve guards—more when we rounded the corner and others joined them—would have been enough to keep us subdued.
But not today. When we were far enough that Vali could not be used as leverage to keep us docile, I lunged, grabbing a sword from the belt of the guard nearest me.
At least two swords struck me as I spun away, the blades entering my flesh. But there was no pain. It felt like butter being spread on my skin, like a warm wind rushing past. In seconds, I had taken the heads of two guards and sliced through the neck of another; Tarn and Lorn were acquitting themselves just as admirably.
The clashing of swords drew more troops from the courtyard, and Lorn took a moment to speak. “Should we take the battle outside?” Away from Vali, he meant. I nodded.
“Yes,” Tarn agreed, lifting his stolen sword again to parry a sloppy stroke from a screaming infantryman. “Let’s take out the officers first.”
I knew better; we’d take out whomever came at us. We needed to keep the troops back and give Vilkurn time to save Vali and Rigol. Give Vali time, if she decided, to heal Rigol and work her magic.
And we needed our troops to muster. If Vali was successful, they would be invulnerable. If not, they were still seasoned soldiers defending their homes.
Four Verdanian soldiers rushed us at once, and I met their swords, laughing as they cut me again and again, to no effect. I felt my eyes glowing slightly, and knew that when Vali performed her miracle, all our troops would receive this blessing.
Tarn slipped past and fought his way to the stables. He would tell Richard to ride into the city and rally the troops. Lorn and I slashed through the Verdanians to a doorway, using the stone to protect our backs. We couldn’t be cut, but we could be overwhelmed, buried in dead bodies or chunks of stone, and effectively removed from the battle.
Some of Milian’s officers were clever, and watched from a distance, learning what they could of our battle tactics—if three men against a hundred could be called a battle—and varied their attacks accordingly.
They sent lance troops, usually reserved for cavalry. It was smart to keep us at a distance. But our strength was such that the lances broke like brittle sticks in our hands, the area around us so littered with broken weapons, it resembled a scattered bonfire.
They blocked us with wagons, of all things, creating barricades to keep us in place.
I hammered through them with my bare fists and met the troops on the other side of the improvised wall.
Some of them dropped their swords when I raised mine, seeing their death in my eyes. None surrendered, but I wouldn’t have shown mercy if they did. They had come for Vali, they had stolen her, and planned to do worse.
