Crave To Conquer (Myth of Omega, #1)(41)

She became aware of his large hand cupping and squeezing her ass and she moved to her knees as his fingers dipped underneath to stroke her.

He breathed heavily, releasing guttural groans as she moved faster with fervor. And the sound of him at her mercy was almost as satisfying as his purr.

She gyrated her hips as his fingers played with her clit, trying to get more pressure, but he seemed to purposely avoid penetrating her. Eventually, she released his cock and glared at him.

He still stared at her—that look of expectation in his eyes. He pressed his fingers against her opening and she whined and widened her knees, trying to sink onto his fingers, but he pulled away.

She snapped her head back to him, a snarl on her lips.

Drocco’s expression didn’t change. “If you want it, take it.” His gravelly, deep, voice instantly made her wetter.

She looked at his cock, glistening and wet. She had made it like that. Suddenly a heat rose to her face and she lowered her eyes. “I can’t,” she whispered.

“You can. And you will, Cailyn.”

Drocco’s hand inched up her dress, slowly and deliberately. His hand was rough against her skin and she moaned as it scraped up her back, sending a scatter of tingles all over her. He slowly pulled her dress over her head, and began playing with her already hard nipples, dragging his nails across her body and dipping his fingertips lower to brush her clit.

She gasped and moaned and hummed at the sensations building in her. Everything he did enhanced her pleasure, but her neglected pussy made her frustrated. She squirmed, uncomfortable with the amount of slick she was producing, and looked again at his cock. She wanted it.

Drocco suddenly lifted her up and lowered her onto him, her legs either side of him. As her wet core pressed onto him, she rubbed against him, slathering his hardness with her slick. She moaned as his shaft and tip pressed against her clit and leaned forward to place her hands on the bed, either side of his torso.

He lay looking at her with that same expression, and for a moment, an annoyance coursed through her that he wasn’t touching her. His hands were on the fucking bed instead of on her—caressing her, petting her, moving her to where he wanted. Then his cock twitched underneath her.

She looked down between them. Reaching down, she lined up his cock to her entrance and sunk down on it. She groaned, as did Drocco, as she lowered all the way down onto him. She stilled, gasping at the incredible feeling of being filled and stretched and then began to rock on him.

She remained leaning over, her weight on her hands, watching their joining as her pleasure built. His thick cock shone with her slick, and as she rode him faster, lifting herself all the way to his tip and back down, a wild sense of perverse pleasure rocked through her. Fuck, it was so good!

The harder she rode, the more powerful the sensations and soon she cried out in utter ecstasy, her fists bunching the sheets.

“Look at me.” Drocco’s voice was quiet but demanding.

She lifted her head. His eyes were half-lidded and he breathed heavily. Her desire spiked, sending a clench to her core.

“Beautiful,” he breathed.

He lifted his head up toward her, his stomach muscles bunching up to rub her hard nipples. He grabbed her ass cheek and began to yank her hips down on him, guiding her faster and faster until her head rolled back and she almost screamed.

“Look at me, Cailyn.”

She forced herself to look back at him. His face had moved closer and his eyes drank in every inch of her face. His other hand scooped up her hair in a tight grip and, as he slammed her hips down on him, almost violently, he brought his lips to hers with the softest brush of a kiss.

She came hard, the explosion of intense bliss causing her entire body to twist and shudder. He kept her steady and swallowed all of her screams and moans as he deepened the kiss. She kissed him back, reveling in the roughness of his tongue, his breath in her mouth, and the claiming nature of his grip. Was there any part of this man that didn’t taste good? He slammed his knot in, grunting and moaning in her mouth as he came, but wouldn’t release her from his kiss. He spread his hand on her ass, keeping them pressed together.

Cailyn tried to pull away, fear returning ten-fold as she realized he had knotted her, and what that meant, but he gripped her hair harder, slowing his kiss to suck on her tongue and nibble on her lower lip. She remained tense, waiting for the questioning to start, but he seemed content to simply kiss her.

As he continued to explore her mouth, she relaxed slightly, noticing how securely they were locked together. It felt… strange—as though she was claiming his cock. As he kissed her longer, his purr returned and she relaxed further, kissing him back.

The intimacy of his lips on hers affected her in a way she hadn’t been prepared for. Not only was she learning a new taste and feel of him, but his approach surprised her. Drocco was kissing her tenderly; still claiming, still intense, but also careful and lingering, as though he relished her.

Eventually, he slowly pulled away to look at her. “How many men?”

Cailyn stared into his ink-like eyes, breathless from his kisses and drowsy from their mating. “Just you.”

His eyes ran over her face. “Just me?”

“Just you, Drocco.”

His purr deepened and he lay back on the bed. She waited for him to smirk or laugh or question why she lied, but he simply watched her.

She lay on his chest, sighing as his purr rumbled against her, coaxing her to sleep.