Omega Mine

Chapter Six

Two words, two husky little syllables, and Diskant was ready to come inside his leathers like a randy blue-balled virgin. Pinkie wrapped her arms around his neck as he sprinted from the kitchen. Taking the stairs three at a time, he didn’t slow down until he stood in the entrance of his bedroom.

His body was positively humming, electrified by adrenaline. Shifters often said that when they were due a shift they could feel the fur of their beast brushing on the underside of the skin. Right now it felt as if each and every one of his was doing just that. Going toe-to-toe with them wouldn’t do shit—not now. They felt as entitled to the female in his arms as he did. That meant he had to make sure to maintain control. His mate, as sexy and enticing as she was, was human. Until the bloodbonding was initiated she would heal normally, and that meant he had to take it nice and slow.

His cock immediately protested the idea, flexing angrily as his balls drew taut. He bit back the curse that arose, determined to take her slowly, to give her pleasure she would never forget.

Placing her among the pillows against the headboard, he waited until she was comfortable before he went to work removing her clothes. First off were the sneakers and socks. He didn’t think it was possible but his dick got harder at the sight of her neatly pedicured feet, the teeny toenails painted a vibrant cherry red.

Eager hands returned to the task of removing the snug black slacks that had taunted him all night, the thin cotton cradling and presenting the mounds of her ass perfectly. The moment the material slid down her pale thighs he was assailed by the scent of her pussy—musky and rich, clean and fragrant—and groaned when he noted the large stain in the center of her panties. The cat roared in his skull as his canines ached and throbbed, desperate to elongate and sharpen.

Christ!

He was pretty fucking sure his fingers were trembling as he removed the starched and pressed ivory dress shirt button by button. Each one revealed more and more of the radiant skin he remembered only too well, until he was parting the sea and removing the damn thing from her body altogether.

When she tried to return the favor he shook his head and stopped her, wrapping his fingers around her wrists.

“I’ve waited weeks to do this. I want you to keep your hands here,” he lowered her hands to her sides and let go, “and don’t move them.”

She trembled slightly but kept her hands were he placed them, fingers limp atop the comforter.

“Is this your first time?” He felt like an absolute asshole for asking but if it was, he’d have to take things in a totally different direction. A virgin would require softness and a slow introduction to making love. Which would suck in this case, as all he could think about was getting her ass into the air and fucking her hard and fast.

“No.” The corners of her mouth quirked as she restrained a grin. “Is it yours?”

His heart caved and missed a couple of beats.

Holy mother of god, I think I’m in love.

Placing one hand on either side of her body, he dipped his head, and just as he hoped, she rose up to meet him. Much like the first time, the connection as their lips met was immediate. The blood in his veins turned to liquid fire, the tingling under his skin settling into the very marrow of his bones. When she parted her lips, his tongue accepted the invitation to explore and pressed inside. The tip of her tongue met his, mating in a slow, sensuous dance.

Each time he retreated she followed, and each time she followed he captured her tongue in his teeth and sucked. He teased the tip, treating it as he would her clit, flicking his tongue over the nub once, twice, a third time. Her soft moans were swallowed in the instant they escaped, the husky sounds vibrating against his lips.

Breaking away from the heat of her mouth, he lowered his head and breathed in the scent of her skin, starting at the hollow of her throat and moving toward her sternum. When he darted his tongue out to taste that alluring combination of cinnamon and dried sweat, he reveled in the sweet saltiness. Goose bumps were prominent beneath the fingers he brought to her waist and small ripples followed the path of his touch.

Up and down he licked and nipped at her quaking skin, focusing on the delicate lines formed by her collarbones before lavishing affection on the visible arches of her rib cage. Her ragged pants when he bit down gently told him what he already suspected.

While she might be nervous about his nature, she was also excited by it.

A soft whimper echoed in his ears and he felt the tips of her fingers twine loosely in his hair. So much for keeping her hands at her sides, not that he’d expected her to. With all the sexual energy pouring through their bodies there was no way in hell he would be able to keep his hands off her either.

Tugging on the strands, she guided his lips to her breasts and arched her back. He couldn’t suppress a wide, shit-eating grin. So his mate liked the feel of a suckling mouth on her nipples, did she? Well what a fucking coincidence, there was nothing he loved more than extensive breast play.

Extending a claw, he sliced through the center of her bra. The material caught at her shoulders, the straps dangling loosely at her arms. Creamy alabaster globes with dark pink crowns greeted him, the pebbled skin accented by beaded nipples that were hard and erect. He cupped one in each hand, studying her face as he rolled the distended pearls between his thumbs and forefingers. She closed her eyes as her head fell back, sighing softly.

“Do you like that?” He let go and traced the pads of his thumbs along the areolas.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Is that all? I think we can do better than that.”

He placed his thumbs over her nipples and applied a minute amount of pressure before he began thrumming the rounded swells. If there was one benefit to playing video games with the pack, it was achieving superfast and coordinated movements with his hands and fingers. Thumbs, when used properly on the female anatomy, could set a woman off like a bottle rocket.

“Oh god!” she gasped and her eyes flew open. She began writhing uncontrollably, her entire body quivering, legs squirming against the bed.

He chuckled and slowed the pace. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He bent his head and placed his lips at the arch beneath her right breast. He trailed his nose along the path created by her silken flesh, following the soft crease of skin. Making his way up and around, he moved his thumb and flicked his tongue across the nipple, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure as Ava’s hips lifted from the bed and rotated in a clockwise motion.

Making his way to her left breast, he decided to give his mate what she longed for. Latching on, he drew the bud into his mouth and bit down lightly. She jerked and moaned, the hand on his head urging him to continue. Slowly, he ran the tip of his tongue along the rim, capturing the surrounding area with his teeth. As responsive as she was, he was willing to bet he could make her come just by toying with her breasts.

“Diskant.” She sighed his name in a breathy whisper before releasing his head and melting into the pillows.

He groaned when his balls went tight, spasmed and a sizeable amount of semen exited the tip of his cock and slicked up the inside of his leathers. Soon he’d come whether he wanted to or not. Not that it mattered. The bonding heat was officially on, meaning he’d come until his sac was empty and he was shooting blanks. The beast in his pants wouldn’t have a problem remaining hard as a fucking diamond so long as Ava was game.

Abandoning the breasts of the century, he followed the indention of her stomach despite her soft wail of protest. “Poor baby, you want to come, don’t you?” he murmured against her belly, rubbing his nose in a wide circle around her navel.

“Yes,” she rasped in husky whisper.

He growled in approval, bolstered by the fact she’d answered without hesitation. Those nervous glances he’d received in the kitchen were long gone, replaced by pure, undeniable sexual need. In light of what he was about to do, he considered that a right good fucking thing.

Being relaxed, in this circumstance, was as important as the kindling for a fire.

His hands went to her hips and he snagged the thin edge of her panties in his thumbs. Extending his claws, he rent the lace in two. When the scrap of material fell away he used his hands to part her thighs and make room. Placing his shoulders between her bent knees, he moved slowly from side-to-side, forcing them apart.

His breath caught at the glorious sight laid out before him.

Her pussy lips were puffy, pink and swollen. The tiny, pearl-sized clit at the top was enlarged, revealing itself by escaping the confines of its protective hood. A glistening sheen coated the labia, the creamy dew of her cunt shimmering wickedly in the lighting.

Getting situated on his elbows and stomach, he pressed his left hand beneath her ass and cupped her cheek, slightly clawed fingers digging into the softness of her skin as he guided the weeping flesh toward his mouth. Bringing his right hand around, he parted her outer lips with his thumb and index finger, basking in the varying shades of pink and ivory that unfurled and left her completely vulnerable to his eyes, fingers and lips.

The scent of her arousal was simply too much, and his mouth became dry in anticipation of finally experiencing what he’d dreamed about for weeks. It was time to discover what this female—his female—tasted like.

He flattened his tongue and started at the perineum, licking the slick, honeyed flesh in a firm steady stroke. By the time he was midway to her clit she was trembling violently, fingers fisting the comforter so tightly her knuckles were a ghostly shade of white. He pressed the advantage, relishing and devouring the cream that gushed hotly from her pussy and coated his tongue. One good flick across that ever-swelling nub waiting at the finish line would send her over.

Releasing her inflamed labia, he quickly moved his fingers down, timing it so that two slid deeply into the welcoming heat of her sex as he drew her clit between his lips and sucked. She came in a maelstrom of high-pitched wails and violent thrashing, the velvety smooth vaginal walls spasming around his fingers.

“Please, Diskant.” She writhed beneath him. “Oh god, it’s too much.”

Relentless, he fed the intensity of her orgasm, forcing her to ride out wave after wave of pleasure even as he keyed her up all over again with fevered flicks of his tongue and started working toward a second. The newfound soreness and sensitivity of her clit would only take her higher, building into a climax that would have her seeing stars. All he had to do was force her to find the pleasure in the minimal pain, get her past the point of discomfort to bring on sheer bliss.

Pistoning his hand at the wrist, he pounded into her with hard strokes, pulling out until the pads of his fingers were skimming the entrance before plunging back in to the knuckle. Her whimpers and mewls were music to his ears, her musky taste exactly as he’d known it would be. A surge of hot liquid and she was coming on his tongue again, juices coating his lips and chin. She threatened to wriggle loose and he moved the hand at her ass around and clasped her belly, forcing her to remain as she was.

When she went limp, chest heaving and legs shaking, he slid from the bed and started removing his clothing. The boots took longer than he would have liked and his turtleneck suffered as a consequence. He ripped the garment in two, uncaring of where the pieces fell. The leather pants survived courtesy of their durability and the slickness of the leaking pre-cum at the crotch, sliding easily off his legs and ankles until he stood totally naked before her.

Ava’s eyes felt like saucers when Diskant ripped away his leather pants, leaving him completely nude. Her body was still tingling from the second orgasm—something she had never achieved before—her breaths coming and going in frenetic pants. He was ruggedly beautiful, all brawn, tanned skin and muscle. Hip bones were prominent, showcasing the washboard abs etched along his abdomen. A mat of raven-black fur adorned his chest, matching the thatch that began just below his navel and traveled down.

Anxious, she stared at the huge erection that stretched to his bellybutton. The bulbous head was nearly as large as her wrist, the skin along the tip a dark shade of pink that lightened toward the base. Several large and swollen blue veins ran along the shaft, vanishing as they neared the glans.

Generally she found a man’s genitalia to be less than appealing. However, in all fairness, the prejudice might have been garnered from past experience. While Martin enjoyed a blowjob, it was something she didn’t bestow on a regular basis. No one could ever understand the true throes of sexual frustration until they’d swallowed a load for the team and were left with a raging libido and a snoring partner.

The first time, shame on him. The second, shame on her. The third, well, she got wise and stopped offering altogether.

It might not have been so bad if Martin had reciprocated, which was another profoundly monumental difference between Diskant and her prude blast from the past. Diskant, god bless his soul, liked to give oral. The throaty growls of satisfaction as he gave her pleasure couldn’t have meant anything else.

Like a jungle predator, he bent at the waist, placed his hands on the bed and began crawling across the mattress in her direction. Bold and brazen, she sat up, folded her legs beneath her and rose to her knees. Even situated as she was she was much smaller, so that when Diskant stopped before her, mirroring her stance, his cock was high enough that she only had to crane her neck slightly to take him into her mouth.

There was no prelude, no sensuous teasing with her tongue and lips. She grasped the base in hand, lowered her head and sucked the red crown of his cock into her mouth. His taste wasn’t bitter as she expected. Instead she welcomed a pungent flavor of heady spice and salt, wild and untamed, dangerous yet absolutely fascinating.

“God, yes,” he groaned.

After the tip was wet she started working her way down, coating the warm skin with her saliva until she was able to take half his length. Two passes and he was primed. Her lips glided across, her tongue wrapping beneath. Grasping the base with her fist, she sucked in earnest on the return trip to the tip.

“Ava.” Fingers wound into her hair and tugged. “Look at me.”

For some reason the request was harder to obey than she thought. Keeping her eyes on his abdomen meant she could keep her emotions in check. Something undeniable was happening between them but until that moment she hadn’t truly considered the ramifications of what she was allowing to transpire.

She felt exposed when she eventually did as he asked, staring past his stomach and chest, meeting his glowing gold eyes. His jaw was taut, a muscle in his cheek clenching. His dark hair was unkempt around his shoulders, a few wispy strands caught in the bristles at his chin.

“I knew you would look beautiful sucking my cock. Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this? Envisioning you on your knees, staring up at me with those big blue eyes while those cock-rocking lips swallowed me down?”

A flood of heat escaped her sex and she moaned in response, unable to talk as the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. He groaned, twisting his fingers into her short hair, pulling almost painfully on the strands. Redoubling her efforts, she lowered her torso and relaxed her throat, allowing the tip to gain another inch as she swallowed him down.

“Fuck, yeah.” He rolled his hips slightly. “Just like that, baby.”

He guided her head with his hands, setting a slow, steady rhythm. She sucked until her jaw ached, desperate to please, driven to see his eyes close in pleasure as a husky purr echoed from his chest. His eyes shifted color when he opened them and, as they had in the club, the color changed from yellow-gold to vibrant green to an intense shade of silver.

“Every single night I’d go to bed hard as a baseball bat. It didn’t matter how many times I jacked off in the shower. I could still smell you when I fell asleep, and that was all it took. I couldn’t escape you, not even in my dreams. You haunted me every goddamn night.”

He pried her away from his cock when tears pooled in her eyes and she tried to mask what she couldn’t control and didn’t understand.

Why should she care that Diskant had thought of her as often as she had him? He didn’t owe her anything. He said she was his mate, but men said all kinds of things to lure women into their beds. One good fuck and he’d learn she was right. As soon as he accepted she wasn’t the mate he believed her to be she’d be watching him drive away on the very Harley he rode in on.

Jesus if the thought didn’t sting.

“Ava,” he whispered quietly, pressing her back into the mattress and pillows. “I’m right here. I’m going to stay right here.”

Horrified, she realized she’d mumbled her thoughts aloud. Sharing Diskant Black’s bed was one thing. Giving him access to her insecurities and emotional hang-ups was something else.

“I can’t do this,” she whimpered, struggling to get free.

She lashed out at him like a cornered creature, scratching and clawing, kicking and slapping. He forced a knee between her legs while warding off her blows, captured her wrists in his hands and forced them over her head. Pressing a portion of his weight upon her chest, he waited for the outburst to run its course. Within seconds her energy waned and she stopped fighting, breathing raggedly against his skin.

“Ava.” His voice was soft and raspy, without a hint of exertion, and the realization that her efforts were nothing more than an intrusive nuisance infuriated her all the more. “I told you I’d be patient but that you couldn’t shut me out. That’s what you just tried to do, and I won’t have it. One thing you should know right now about being mated to a shifter: we never lie to each another—ever.”

Drawing a deep breath to collect herself, she informed him on the exhale, “I’m not your mate.”

“We’re back to that, are we?”

“We never left that!”

“Oh, kitten.” His eyes shifted to that vivid shade of jeweled emerald and he smiled mischievously. “You turn me on when you’re angry. I can’t wait to learn what pisses you off so I can get you good and fired up just to cool you back down.”

“Would you listen to yourself?” She was positively seething and embarrassed. “You don’t know me, Diskant. Tomorrow morning I’ll be just another notch on your bedpost. And you know what? I’m okay with that. I didn’t have any illusions about what was going to happen when I asked you to bring me to your bed. But I would appreciate it if you stopped blowing man-ho smoke up my ass. Save the pillow talk for a woman who’s gullible enough to buy it. Play with my body, not my heart. That’s off limits.”

“Are you finished?”

“Not really.”

“Tough, it’s my turn.”

He wriggled his hips and forced her to spread her legs. Shifting to the left, she felt the tip of his cock slide against the inside of her thigh. The iron-hard width of the crown slipped across the still-wet folds of her cleft and she closed her eyes, arching her hips without conscious thought. The motion caused him to glide against her clit, and she bit her bottom lip to muffle a hoarse moan.

“I try to get a word in and you go and do something like that. You’re killing me.”

“Let me up,” she groaned, unsure of why she said it as it was the last thing she wanted.

He rolled his hips back and away. The solid warmth against her sex evaporated and she nearly cried out at the loss. Her clit was pulsating again, desperate with the need to be touched. He returned with a sensual thrust of his hips and slid the tip of his cock against her slick seam, gaining a high-pitched mewl from her throat.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes.” She tried not to wince at the uncertainty in her voice, but knew he heard it just the same when his corresponding chuckle resonated in her ears.

“Why does that sound like a no to me?”

Because it is? Gnawing on her cheek, she refused to answer.

Damn if this man didn’t wreak havoc on her mind and senses. Her nipples were hard again, the walls of her sex clenching and releasing, demanding she do something to appease the ever-present cramplike ache.

“Do you have any idea what that scent does to me?” His voice changed, so throaty the vowels were distorted. “It drives me mad smelling you, knowing your cunt is dripping wet and hot as hell. If it were possible I’d go down on you at the same time I fucked you. That way I could taste your cream when you came around my cock.”

She groaned when he rolled his hips again, sending slivers of heat spiraling through her veins. “Do you want this?” His shaft nudged the mouth of her pussy and she gasped, unable to look away from his eyes as the irises changed from green to silver. “Do you want to know what it feels like to have me inside you?”

All propriety and doubt fled, replaced by raw desire. “You know I do.”

“Then tell me.”

Breath hitching as he rolled his hips again, she gasped, “Tell you what?”

“That you’re mine.”

“No.” She shook her head. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can.” He pumped his hips and the wide head divided the outer labia, brushing against those innermost lips, and sent prickles of electricity across the sensitized skin. “Say, ‘I’m yours, D’.”

“No.”

He clucked his tongue and the weight of his pelvis disappeared, leaving her with nothing but air and unbearable emptiness. Her entire body screamed at the loss, the need to have him inside her so powerful that she’d do anything he said just to put an end to the misery.

“Damn you!” she snapped in frustration. “Do you want this or not?”

“Sure I do. But this isn’t about me. This is about you, sweetness.”

His catlike grin was sexy as hell, and the fire in the pit of her stomach detonated. So what if she said she was his? It didn’t mean anything. He couldn’t hold her to it tomorrow. Words bestowed during sex were given an automatic get-out-of-commitment-free card. Guys used it all the time. Why couldn’t she?

To hell with it.

“I’m yours, D,” she echoed dutifully and thrust her hips into the air. “Now would you stop teasing me?”

His grin transformed and his expression became serious. “Tell me you believe we’re mated.”

“For god’s sake, Diskant.”

“Tell me.”

“Fine!” she railed in frustration. “I’m yours. I believe we’re mated. Will you shut up and fuck me already!”

The growl that came out of his mouth was anything but human. The hands at her wrist vanished and he shifted his weight back and away, balancing on his knees. She watched him silently as he grasped her hips and elevated her ass, bringing her sex toward his engorged erection. Wetting the tip, he slid it from front to back across her moist slit. Slowly, he worked the broad head into her, stretching her entranceway, causing her to gasp when the crown vanished inside.

“I’m so happy to hear you say that. And because you asked so nicely, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

One thrust, one hard and intentional drive forward as he brought her toward him, and he was buried completely inside her. His heavy balls delivered a hearty slap to her ass and she cringed at the unexpected cramp in her cervix, going still and holding her breath at the intrusion. It was like a pinch but dull, as if he’d hit something inside. When he eased back the odd ache vanished and he grinned arrogantly at her sigh of relief.

“It makes me a crass bastard but I love the fact that you’ve never been bottomed out.” Bending down, he kissed her lips quickly and murmured, “It takes some getting used to, but once you do you’ll beg me to hit that sweet spot over and over again. You’ll come harder than you ever have in your life.”

Before she could argue the point, he was moving, sliding the full length from her clenching inner walls before returning inch by slow inch. The thickness of his shaft felt incredible, stretching her to the point of pain, his body temperature notably hotter than hers.

“Damn, you feel good. Like a blanket of tight satin surrounding me.” Releasing her right hip, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his thumb. “But I know something that would be even better—your hot little cunt clamping down on my cock.”

He lowered his hand, placed his thumb over her clit and teased the nub with soft circular strokes. He didn’t thrust or move and she understood why when she began pressing her shoulders into the bed, rocking her hips. Grinding against him, she felt that nudge deep inside again. Only now it was a pleasurable pain.

“Like that, do you?” His voice was huskier now, so throaty she could feel the vibrations emitting from his chest.

“Yes,” she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together.

His hands helped her find a rhythm, in and out, around and around. The loud slaps of their skin connecting echoed in her ears, as did their combined pants and groans. Soon the pace wasn’t enough and she began thrusting wildly against him. His attention drifted from her face and his eyes focused on her breasts, a wicked gleam appearing in their depths.

“Play with your breasts, Pinkie. Roll those pretty pink nipples between your fingers for me.”

Shameless, she did as he asked, twisting the hardened peaks between her thumb and forefinger and gasping in pleasure at the weight of his stare as she touched herself intimately. Her insides clenched him, squeezing, holding and releasing. Excitement brought on more trembling, until it felt as if her entire body was quaking.

“Oh god, Diskant,” she whimpered in pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish one from the other. Each time he stroked that hidden sweet spot inside her she wanted to pull away, yet press closer at the same time.

Something changed in his expression and his eyes flashed from gold to green.

“I wanted to take my time with you but you make me so fucking hot I’m not going to last.” He growled and his lips came back, flashing noticeably pointed canines. “Work my cock with that pussy. Show me how good I make you feel. Come for me.”

His hips shifted and, unexpectedly, she started to climax. It occurred quickly, so fast she began thrashing the instant her body heated and the orgasm rolled through her like a heavy wind over an open field. Diskant grasped her pelvis and began pounding into her with a force that sent her against the headboard, forcing her to arch her back even further. The movements of his broad length in and out of her sex extended her release, stretching it on and on until she couldn’t get enough oxygen into her lungs to cry out.

He released her hips and moved over her, pressing her back into the bed. Gazing into her dazed eyes, he cupped her face in his palms as he continued hammering into her.

“Don’t be afraid. When it hits, let it wash over you.”

Before she could ask what he meant his face contorted, a loud moan slipped from his lips and she felt jets of liquid fire erupting into her. She choked on her cry of fear and confusion when a rush of white-hot pain exploded inside her, starting in her womb and spreading outward. It felt as if her entire body had fallen asleep and now the blood was ripping through her decimated muscles and veins, bringing the deadened tissue back to life.

The burning sensation expanded, exploding through her limbs as violent seizures overtook her body. Her arms thrashed, her fingers fisted the sheets and her legs and feet flopped uncontrollably as her eyes stopped functioning, leaving her blind, and a horrible high-pitched shrill echoed in her ears. She was aware of everything that was occurring but was trapped inside her own body, covered in darkness.

Terrified, she struggled to breathe, and scents engulfed her nose—forest and rain, earth and grass—musky, woodsy…animal.

“Make…it…stop…”

Diskant cursed and she felt his mouth kiss away the tears that spilled from the corners of her eyes. “It’s going to be all right, Ava mine. It’s almost over.”

As if he willed it so, the pain and ringing in her ears abruptly vanished, leaving her an exhausted mess in his arms. She was panting, her body slick with sweat and the heady fragrance of sex. Her vision returned, crisper somehow, and she closed her eyes because she didn’t have the strength to keep them open. It was as if she’d been given a nice night-night cocktail before taking a trip to the operating room.

Don’t want to sleep. Wake up.

She tried to open her eyes and talk but her tongue and lids were weighted and sluggish. Muffled whimpers were the only noises she was capable of making, and her limbs were uncoordinated and languid.

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

Diskant’s voice washed over her like a soothing balm and she settled, guided by an instinct that wasn’t present previously. Before she could contemplate the significance of that, he eased free of her sore and burning sex and helped her roll to her side. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he swaddled her in the warmth of his much larger frame as he formed a protective cocoon around her body.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered against her ear. “You’re mine now. Trust me to take care of you.”

Too exhausted to argue or debate the fact, she went limp against him and passed out.