Page 138 of The Fallen Fae King

What is truly going on back in the palace?

Concerned, I brush my fingers over the Ankh mark. Instantly, I relax at the sensation of Freya’s sweet lips.

I shiver, as she continues to nuzzle and lick across the mark. I hiss at the sensation of so much pleasure after days of pain.

My cock hardens.

I brush aside the strips of worn, golden leather that hang at my waist and grip my cock.

The ghostly sensation of my Omega’s kisses has already made me hard.

It has been weeks since I have come.

A vampire should never be parted from their bonded Omega, especially so soon after their first rutting.

My balls ache as much as my fangs do.

I shudder, tightening my hold on my throbbing cock. I tease myself by rubbing over the head and then stroking up and down the full length, slowly.

I speed up, panting. Then I force myself to slow again.

I want this to last.

I need to feel this connection to my Omega as long as possible.

I raise my bond mark to my lips, murmuring against it, “I love you.”

Can she hear the vibrations against my skin?

I imagine Freya is kneeling here with me. I can smell her rose scent. Her emerald eyes are focused on me, as her soft lips press to mine.

Then she bites down my neck, harsh and insistent.

She pushes my thighs apart to kneel closer to me. I turn my head to the side, allowing her access, imagining her sharp teeth sinking into my skin.

Her hand speeds up her tormenting strokes on my cock.

I speed up my strokes on my cock in turn, cradling and tugging on my balls.

I slide a tendril of shadows between my widened thighs, as it circles my never-touched hole like it’s Freya’s teasing finger.

“My Omega,” I hiss out a pleasured breath lost in the fantasy.

At the same time, it’s real because Freya is still kissing me through the bond more feverishly now because she must be able to feel my mounting pleasure and know what I am doing.

My cheeks flush at the thought, but it only makes the pleasure more intense to know that she may be across the capital, but she knows that I am touching myself to thoughts of her.

I am thinking of her.

My pleasure rushes through me.

Too fast. Too soon.

I can’t hold it back.

My back arches. I throw back my head.

I struggle to stop the rush of my orgasm.