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He grinned. “The linking isn’t over, Lyra, and I am far from disappointed.”
Kresso smiled against her neck. “It’s getting stronger.”
She looked away and pushed herself back into the pool, gliding easily into the deeper part before treading water.
Mahel stood, dove into the water, and disappeared. She looked around and watched under her for a flash of gold, but instead of pulling her under, hands slid up her body. Mahel wrapped his arms around her as he flew them both to a high peak with a lounge on it.
“This doesn’t look right. Who would put a lounge on a volcano?” She babbled a little as Mahel set her down on the soft fabric.
“Imko and Himmy. Well, mainly Imko.” He chucked and laid out next to her.
“It sounds like you know them fairly well.”
He smiled. “Kresso and I were in the same training class. He went into medicine, and I entered the military. I spent a few festivals and holidays with their family; they spent some with mine.”
“Well, that’s nice.” She turned and curled up against him, her fingers tracing his abs and trying to count. Her hand slowly moved down until she was circling his cock. She used a light grip that got firmer as she worked her hand up and down. He was hard, and precum started to leak the moment she touched him. She bent and dragged her tongue across the broad head. He tasted salty-sweet, and there was a musk that she had chosen from the different samples of scent. She pulled him into her mouth and enjoyed the heat. She pretended that there wasn’t a fierce face on the other end of the body she was playing with.
She felt the throbbing of his pulse on her tongue and took him as deep as she could. She heard a strangled sound and kept going, up and down with her hands gripping his knot.
She felt him flexing, and then he lifted her away from him, muttering, “Definitely not enough, but a proper event can wait until we are—wait. Your scent came in.”
Mahel flipped her to her back and dove between her thighs, his tongue sliding and slipping against her until it was inside and moving smoothly. She shrieked, arched, and twisted against him, but he held her with hands wrapped around her thighs. He reached with his thumb and stroked her clit, and she screamed as her body vibrated and her sex clutched at his tongue. He kept working her until she slowly dropped limply to the lounge.
Mahel raised his head and licked his lips. “You taste like nral berries now.”
She raised her head limply. “Oh. Great.”
He kissed her, and she tasted herself.Holy crap, I do taste like the fruit.
He pushed into her; she grunted and clenched around him. Lyra leaned up and licked at his neck. His scent struck her, she mewled and twisted when her arousal climbed, and she came around him without him moving. She whined, she writhed, and she began to understand why alphas wanted an omega in their bed. She wanted nothing more than to be with him, with him inside her at that very moment.
He gripped her hips and lifted her so that he was on his knees and she perched on his cock. He let her drop back in his arms and leaned down to kiss her while she circled her hips on him. She heard her voice moaning and whining and begging, and she didn’t care.
She paused and shivered as she came.
He was amused. “Did you do that all yourself? Good omega.”
She pressed her head to his chest. “Shut up, Mahel.”
He laughed, so she bit his left pec, careful not to use her pointy fangs.
He slapped her butt, and she jolted and let his muscle go as she gasped. She felt the surge of moisture around him from the slap. She narrowed her eyes. “You know I can use Su’ath weapons, right?”
He chuckled. “I heard something about that. Imko warned me. You shot Kresso when you first saw him?”
“I did. Low-level stun blast. I caught his scent and saw the look in his eyes, and I shot him.”
“What look in his eyes?” He grinned and rubbed a hand down her spine.
“The same look you have now, but now there are undertones to the scent I am taking in, and I appreciate it in a way I couldn’t before.”
“How do you feel about being responsible for bringing omegas back?”
She chuckled. “I didn’t find out what the gestation for your people is.”
“Ourpeople. Himyana is in her eleventh month.”
“Ouch. No wonder she’s desperate to see her feet again.”
