To ruin an Omega-Chapter 404: Heated 1 (M)

CIAN

I pushed open the door to my room and stopped.

Fia stood near the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a robe. Her hair was damp, falling in dark waves over her shoulders. The fabric clung to her in places where she hadn’t dried off completely. She looked up when I entered, and something in her expression shifted.

A slow smile curved her lips.

"Preparing for me, I see," I said.

She tilted her head slightly. "How’s your uncle?"

"He’s fine." I moved further into the room and closed the door behind me. "Better than fine, actually. You healed him completely."

Her eyebrows rose. "Completely?"

"Not even a scar." I crossed the distance between us. "He wanted to thank you even."

"He doesn’t need to—"

I reached for the tie of her robe and pulled. The knot came undone easily. The fabric parted and I pushed it off her shoulders. It pooled at her feet.

Now she stood before me completely bare.

My hands went to my shirt. I didn’t bother with the buttons. I just grabbed the fabric and pulled. Buttons scattered across the floor with soft pinging sounds. The shirt joined her robe.

"Cian," she breathed.

I captured her mouth in a kiss. Hard and demanding. She responded immediately, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine. I walked her backward until her legs hit the bed.

I broke the kiss and pushed her down onto the mattress. She fell back with a soft gasp, her hair spreading across the pillows.

I knelt between her legs and looked at her.

She was perfect. Flushed and wanting and mine.

I leaned down and pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh. She shivered. I kissed my way higher, taking my time, savoring the way her breath hitched with each touch.

When I finally reached her center, I didn’t hesitate. I licked a long stripe through her folds, and she cried out, her hips lifting off the bed.

I gripped her thighs and held her down. Then I went to work.

I explored her with my tongue, learning what made her gasp, what made her moan, what made her fingers tangle in my hair and pull. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.

"Cian," she moaned. "Oh goddess, Cian."

I loved the way she said my name. Loved the desperation in her voice.

I slipped two fingers inside her while my mouth continued its assault on her clit. She was wet and hot and perfect around my fingers. I pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that spot that made her see stars.

Her thighs started to tremble. Her breathing became ragged. I could feel her body tensing, and could immediately tell she was close.

So I stopped.

I pulled my mouth away and removed my fingers. She made a frustrated sound and looked down at me with wide, accusatory eyes.

"Not yet," I said.

"Cian, please—"

I climbed up her body and captured one nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard, and she arched into me with a cry. My hand found her other breast, and I rolled the nipple between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make her squirm.

I switched sides, giving her other breast the same attention. My teeth grazed the sensitive peak, and she moaned.

Then I moved higher. I kissed up the valley between her breasts, over her collarbone, up the side of her neck. I found the spot where her neck met her shoulder and bit down gently.

She shuddered beneath me.

I licked the spot, soothing it, then moved to the nape of her neck. I knew she was sensitive there. I had learned that the first time I’d touched her.

I kissed the spot softly. Then I scraped my teeth against it.

"Cian," she gasped. "Please. I need—"

"What do you need?" I murmured against her skin.

"I need you to mark me again."

The words sent a jolt of possessive satisfaction through me. My wolf howled its approval.

"Please," she begged. "Mark me. Claim me. Make me yours again."

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I bit down on the junction of her neck and shoulder. Hard enough to break skin. Hard enough to leave a permanent mark.

She cried out, her whole body arching beneath me. I felt her blood on my tongue, warm, metallic and most of all, somehow perfect.

I licked the wound, soothing it, then pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and pain mixed together.

I leaned down and kissed her. Let her taste herself and her own blood on my lips. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine.

When I finally pulled back, I looked at her seriously.

"Your turn," I said.

Her brows furrowed. "What?"

"Bite me." I tilted my head, exposing my neck to her. "Mark me as I marked you."

"It doesn’t work like that," she said. "My bite won’t leave what you leave on me."

"I don’t care." I met her eyes. "I want you to anyway."

She stared at me for a long moment. Then she leaned up and pressed her mouth to my neck. I felt her teeth scrape against my skin, teasing, before she bit down.

The pain was sharp and immediate. But it was followed by pleasure so intense I groaned.

She pulled back, and I could see my blood on her lips. The sight of it sent heat straight to my cock.

I kissed her again. Harder this time. Our tongues battled for dominance, and I could taste both of us mixed together. Blood and desire and need.

She broke the kiss and whispered against my ear. "I need you, Cian. I need you inside me."

"Yeah?"

She nodded, her breath hot against my skin. "Yeah."

I stood and stripped off my pants and briefs. My cock sprang free, hard and aching. Fia’s eyes dropped to it—