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I arch my back and drive him deeper. “More, please,” I whimper.
Zabriel reaches his other hand inside my drawers and circles it slowly over my clit as he pushes his finger in and out of me.
“I love you touching me,” I whisper, my head falling back against his shoulder and closing my eyes. His scent is all around me. I reach down and slip my hand inside his breeches and close my fingers around his knot. Then I stroke his whole length, back and forth.
Zabriel groans and nips my neck with his teeth. His voice is a hot and heavy whisper in my ear. “That feels amazing,sha’len. Please keep stroking me. Just like that. So perfect.”
I keep up an unsteady rhythm on his cock while he rubs my clit and pushes his finger into me.
“More?” he breathes.
I nod rapidly, my mouth open as I pant, and he surges deeper. By all thestars.
Zabriel keeps rubbing my clit while he pistons his finger in and out of me. My legs shake. The pressure building inside me is making me clamp tighter and tighter around him. There are rivers of gold inside me.
“Sha’len, yes. You’re stroking me so beautifully. I’m going to come just from your pretty fingers.”
I reach back and grip his shoulder as I cry out, “Alpha, yes,” and my body rocks with a powerful orgasm that Zabriel drives higher and higher with his thrusting finger.
I feel a spasm go through him, and he fastens his teeth on my neck and bites down harder than he ever has before. His teeth are a flash of pleasure in my flesh. Liquid bursts from his cock, hot and thick, and he releases a deep and sensuous groan.
When my climax ebbs away and Zabriel stops thrusting against my hand, we’re both breathing hard.
“Did that feel good for you?” I whisper.
All Zabriel can do is wrap both his arms around me and bury his face in my neck. That was the best thing I’ve ever felt. I forgot to wonder if I’m too heavy for him to hold me up with just one leg. I guess I’m not. My Alpha is strong.
“I could barely remember my own name. The way you clenched on my finger,sha’len. I’ve never felt anything so beautiful.” He draws my chin up and slants his mouth over mine in a bruising kiss. “Good fucking Omega.”
Even more pleasure rushes through me. It feels insanely good to be praised for having an orgasm.
“I loved feeling you gush in my hand,” I say shyly. “I didn’t think I could give you as much pleasure as you give me.”
Zabriel peppers me with kisses as he lowers me slowly to the ground. “Fighting for my Omega’s honor and then getting to ravish her. Feeling her touch me. Stroke me to release. Your Alpha is so pleased with you.”
As I do up my drawers, I feel how soaked I am. “I’m a wet mess.” But this time, I don’t feel so embarrassed about it.
“A delicious mess.” Zabriel grins and kisses me. “Come down to the bathhouse with me. I love a soak after a long battle.”
* * *
We soakedfor hours in the hot water, me wearing my shift and sneaking looks at his knot beneath the water because he was naked, of course. He asked me if I minded, and I didn’t, though I still felt too shy to look directly at him as he got in and out of the water.
I asked if I could take his shirt soaked with oil and his scent back to my room, and he told me of course I can.
I sleep with it that night curled tight in my arms, his scent drifting around me, and a smile on my face.
I awaken in the darkness sometime later and sleepily draw his shirt up to my face and breathe in. I expect his heady fragrance to fill my head, but there’s…nothing. I open my eyes with a cry of dismay. The oil must have worn off, or I hugged all the scent off his shirt already.
I try to go back to sleep, but there’s a gnawing sensation in my guts. Now that I’ve caught his scent, I don’t want to be without it.
I sit up and glance toward the door. There’s no reason for me to be without it when the source is sleeping not far away. Pushing back the blankets, I get out of bed, leave my room, and pad down the corridor. I know generally the direction of Zabriel’s rooms, but a female guard in armor stationed along the corridor watches me hurry back and forth.
I go over and twist my fingers together, asking shyly, “Um, could you please tell me where King Zabriel sleeps?”
The guard’s lips twitch in a small smile and she nods to her left. “Third door down and through the big red door.”
“Thank you.” My face erupts into a blush as I hurry away, imagining what the guard will be telling her friends over breakfast.
