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He kisses me again with teeth and tongue. I feel overwhelmed by his kisses. Drunk on his kisses.
“Wrap your legs around me,sha’len.”
I do, and Zabriel pushes my back against a wall. He thrusts his hips against mine, the thick outline of his…oh, fire and blood, of his knot grinding against my sex.
“Where are we?” I ask, glancing up and down the darkened corridor. “Someone might walk along here at any moment.”
“It doesn’t matter. After that fight, no one in this castle will dare come near me now I’m alone with my Omega.”
My face burns at the realization that everyone will know why we’ve disappeared and what we’re doing at this very moment.
“I could feel you wanting me to win,sha’len.”
My toes curl with pleasure, and I turn my attention back to Zabriel. He did win, and in a fierce fight against a battle-hardened Alpha.
“I did,” I whimper, parting my lips so he can thrust his tongue into my mouth and moaning when he does. “I’m so proud of you.”
“You wanted your Alpha to prove he was the strongest. I can smell it on you.”
I twist my fingers in the silky hairs and the nape of his neck and nod rapidly. I must smell intensely fragrant right now. I’m getting more and more turned on, but I still can’t smell his scent. When am I going to be able to smell his scent?
Zabriel’s red eyes gleam in triumph. “Let me reward you. How would you like to come?” He flicks my lips with his tongue. “Your fingers. My fingers. My tongue. My cock.”
I can’t think, I can only cling to him with both arms and feel him break over me like a wave every time he thrusts his knot against my sex. He tugs my skirts out of the way so that only my thin drawers are against the bulge in his breeches.
“I want your slick all over me. I dream of your slick. I ache for your slick. Every little thing about you is precious to me, but when you show me that you want me, I lose my mind. I can’t wait to rut you hard for days until we both pass out.”
Zabriel kisses me deeply, both of us gasping for breath between swipes of his tongue.
“I want to fuck you like this, holding you up against a wall with your weight pulling you down onto my knot. Filling you to bursting. Lodged there so deep. Stretched to your limit around me.”
His words unlock something feral inside me. My hands rip at his shirt, pushing it from his shoulders, and my nails scratch across his muscular back. “Alpha, please.Please.”
“You want to touch me? You want to know how full you’ll be of me when I mate you, my sweet Omega?”
I nod, and he grasps one of my hands and drives it down between us. Down the front of his pants. My fingers touch the broad, blunt head of his cock. It’s blazing hot and slippery, wet from my slick. My fingers close around his girth. Or they try to, anyway.
Blood and stars. He’s amonster.
Zabriel holds my wrist and draws my fingers along his cock to the base, where I feel a much larger swelling.
“Is that…?” My eyes open wide in surprise.
“That’s my knot, little queen. Squeeze me,” he says in a rough voice.
Tentatively, I tighten my fingers around him. His flesh barely yields, but he groans and drops his head to my shoulder. “Don’t stop. Please keep touching me.”
I explore his length with my fingers, feeling the fat veins, the ridge at the tip, the plush, velvety head, and then back to the hard, throbbing knot. I wrap as much of him in my hand as I can and hold him tightly.
Zabriel opens his mouth and fits his teeth around my throat. They scrape against my skin, and then he opens wider and bites the place where my neck meets my shoulder. His pointed teeth dig into my flesh, and he holds on with a growl.
Me tight around his knot. His teeth buried in my neck. This is what our mating will be like.
I bring a silky tress of his hair to my face and breathe in, hoping for an elusive whiff of his true scent, but I can only catch the faintest trace of him. I want more, and I’ve just remembered there’s a way I can have more.
I dip my hand into my pocket and draw out the bottles that I got from the Flame Temple and from Biddy Hawthorne. I’ve been carrying them around ever since the day the Temple Crone gave me the second one. “The crone gave me this. It’s supposed to help me smell your scent. And Biddy Hawthorne gave me this one. It will hide my scent from you.”
Zabriel gazes at the bottles. “You want to try one of these?”
