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My Omega.
My fucking goddess.
Taliana gasps, her eyes widening in shock. And then she’s coming again, her sweet cunt pulsing around me as I continue to empty my seed inside her.
It’ll be a miracle if my knot ever subsides. I’m so damndeep in her that I’m pretty sure it’ll take hours for me to release her.
Which means she’s just going to keep coming and coming.
Probably until she passes out.
Then she’ll wake up orgasming again.
“You look so good like this,” I tell her on a pant. “Blissed out and so beautifully fucked. Gods, your heat is going to be divine. I’m going to keep you on my cock the entire time, force you to sleep with my knot inside you.”
I nuzzle her throat.
“I’m going to take all your holes, too,” I whisper. “Teach you how to take me. Learn how to please you. Fuck you into oblivion over and over again. Pierce you. Bite you. Make you mine in every way known to a Drakonian.”
She arches into me, still riding the waves of pleasure as she gives me a delirious look. One that tells me she’s seconds away from losing consciousness.
And all I can do is smile.
“You’re going to wake up screaming,” I say. “Then I’m going to kiss you while you continue to come all over my knot, marking me with your precious slick.”
Her eyes widen.
Then roll into the back of her head.
I gently kiss her throat, waiting calmly for her to wake.
Which she does on a shriek that ends in my name.
I purr for her. Growl, too. Kiss her. Worship her. Work her through each of her climaxes. And hold her as she continues to fall apart.
By the time my knot subsides, she’s incoherent and so alluringly fucked that I immediately want to do it again.
Alas, she’s not ready.
I wondered if her heat would be triggered by this, but I can tell by the exhaustion in her features that she hasn’t lost her senses to her estrus yet.
Soon, though.
And when it happens, I’m going to adorn her with gold, then make her my queen.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
TALIANA
Everything hurts.
Yet I’ve never felt more alive.
Morepleased.
The strawberry Oros places at my lips pleases me even more, as does the warm water around us.
He poured me a bath.
