“Sarcastic fucker? That’s what you think of me?” he asked.
Oswald couldn’t keep his hands off me any longer, pushing up the shirt and cupping my tits. Every time he touched me, he got this look of awe on his face. He’d been waiting years to do it, but had been unable to caress me like this. “Am I wrong? If you called me a raging bitch I wouldn’t be offended, because it’s also true.”
He hummed. He wouldn’t be the one to say the words, but he was perfectly happy to silently agree when I said them.
“I don’t want you to regret rushing.”
“When have I ever in my life regretted anything?”
I made choices and I rolled with the fucking punches. Regret was pointless.
His big hands squeezed my tits, then he rolled my nipples between his fingers. I kept grinding on him, working myself up to an orgasm in time with his touches. It was quick to reach a crescendo and I arched my back, groaning as my pussy clenched down on nothing. The second my movements stalled he lifted my hips, removing all contact with his cock.
“Were you going to come already?” I panted, grinning down at him.
“You’re a fucking vixen. I have no plans to come in my boxers like a fucking teenager.”
“But you were close.”
“Too close.”
“It wouldn’t be that unexpected if you did come at the drop of a hat,” I said. “You spent hundreds of years as a familiar. Getting back in the game will be difficult, I’m sure.”
He released a little growl, flipping us so he pinned me by the hips to the bed. “Are you telling me I’m off my game?”
“Are you?”
“Gods, why must I love such a sassy little Omega?” he asked, turning his eyes up to the ceiling. “Couldn’t you have given me a demure, kind woman as a mate?”
I mentally zeroed in on the word love, but didn’t say anything. “You wouldn’t enjoy someone demure. This give and take gets you turned on, especially when I take control.”
Muttering a spell under my breath, his body became weightless for a second and I flipped him with ease. I straddled him again and his breathing quickened. When I pinned his arms above his head, his heart practically ran away with how fast it was beating. “I bet Nolan does this to you; pins you down and fucks you. I want to watch him do it, but I’ll have to make do with fantasies for now.”
Magic flowed through me so much easier than it had mere days ago. I used a spell to bind his wrists together with a piece of conjured rope, then slid down his body. “Is that OK? I can take it off.”
Face level with his crotch, I rubbed his cock as I waited for his answer. “Angels above, it’s more than OK. Keep doing whatever you plan on doing.”
“I plan on making you so desperate you’re begging to claim me.” My fingers slid into the waistband, pulling it down teasingly slow. “You said you loved me just now. The word itself makes me itchy, but what I feel for you is as close to love as I’m ever going to feel. Mark me and make yourself mine. If you’ve claimed me, my bite on you will last forever.”
He groaned, bucking his hips up. His cock brushed my chin and I laughed.
“Are you desperate yet?”
“Fuck, Freya. I’ll claim you. I was only worried about you.”
“All you fucking Alphas being unnecessarily worried about me. I can take care of my own emotions, thank you very much.”
“I’ve spent five years with my life’s sole purpose being to take care of you. It’s difficult to turn off.”
To be fair, he had a good point. Out of all the men, his excuse for being overprotective was the best.
“When you mark me, you’ll be able to feel my emotions way more than you’ve ever felt them as my familiar. You’ll know the second that bond snaps open there’s not a regret in my mind, not even hidden in the deepest corners.”
My tongue pressed against the head of his cock and he whined. I was tempted to taunt him more, but I wouldn’t be mean to him. Engulfing his cock with my mouth, I got him all wet, tasting him. Something about his precum tasted sweet, though I was pretty sure it was just the mango hints of his scent tricking me.
I didn’t stay on his cock for long, my hands stroking his tense muscles and feeling how close he was to orgasm. There would be plenty of time in our long lifespans for him to come in my mouth. Today, on the day of him marking me, I would only accept his cum in my pussy.
Slipping my panties down my legs, I kept my shirt on and climbed on top of him. One teasing rub of my slick folds against his cock had him gasping, “Please, fuck.”
