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I put my fist in my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out. He sucked and laved, rolling me over, dipping under my balls, slid his tongue back into my hole, pushing in and out before he pulled out and pressed two fingers deep inside me. They were coated with lube produced from somewhere—he was magic, after all—and cold for a moment. The stretch was sharp and stinging before he curled them forward at the same time as he swallowed my cock to the root.

“Deacon,” I choked out, bucking up into his throat and then back onto his fingers. He spread them apart, then pushed deeper, the pain an ache that dulled with every second that went by, his mouth, his tongue, sliding over my length nearly more than I could bear.

There was a rumbling sound in his chest that rolled right through me.

“You need to stop, I don’t want to come and you—oh.” I moaned loudly, too loud, but I couldn’t help it, he did something with his fingers, inside, and the suction was too perfect, and I came. The orgasm roared through me, froze me where I was, and I splattered his bare, beautiful abdomen even as I wondered where his sweater had gone.

His chuckle was wicked and filthy, and he licked me clean and then rolled back to his knees, bringing me with him, lifting me up as he moved under me, until he had me where he wanted, straddling his thighs, facing him.

“You put me into heat,” I accused him, staring into the flashing gold of his eyes. “I’m so hot and your tongue is so… so… Deacon.”

Taking hold of both my dress shirt and the T-shirt I had on underneath, he dragged them both up and over my head, tossing them away.

“Not fair. You’re not naked. I want to see you. All of you.”

“Later. First come taste yourself in my mouth,” he whispered.

I whined helplessly right before leaning in and devouring his mouth. I held his face in my hands and kissed him, tasting how earthy and salty his tongue was, and how much I wanted to lick him for hours and swallow his spit. I writhed in his lap as his slippery fingers slid into my ass before he broke the kiss and his mouth closed over my nipple.

Never, ever, had I imagined that would feel so good. He used his teeth, biting gently, sucking hard, and then moved to the other. I started rolling my hips, bucking forward, unable not to, and when he took hold of his dick, I lifted myself up, knowing what he wanted and more than ready as he nudged the head to my opening.

“I want to be buried inside you, but I would never hurt you, so we’re going to go slow. You tell me if you need me to stop and—Sasha!” He gasped as I took the head inside, the pain, I knew already, something to be endured for mere moments before the pleasure kicked in.

He stroked my cock from balls to head, and that quickly the heat was back, my skin sizzling everywhere it brushed his. My hands turned to claws on his shoulders, needing the leverage to rise and fall, the rhythm exquisite, the slide of the rise taking my breath away, the drop over him going deeper each time until I was fully impaled, and I had no choice but to lean in and bite his shoulder.

“Oh now,” he rumbled, hands on my hips, “that’s for me to do, omega.”

When he thrust up, I nearly came a second time, needing him deeper, harder, all of it new but somehow remembered, primal.

I rose again, so far, letting him slide out almost to the tip before I bore down, taking all of him, gasping at the fullness. I’d never imagined I would need him so desperately.

The sound he made, nearly a snarl, undid me as he stood up, my weight inconsequential. He came down on top of me, my legs draped over those wide, beautiful shoulders of his, folding me in half as he thrust to my core, again and again.

It was exhilarating and terrifying to be at another’s mercy, to be taken and used. To be climaxing while still begging for more was overwhelming. There was nothing but ravenous desire that I was lost in, all of me obliterated, my need only for him, the burning utterly consuming all that I was… and then he gave me his bite.

His teeth sank into my throat, and it was like the dizzying thrall of mindless pleasure collapsed back down inside of me, absorbed into my skin, my bones, and everything was clear, like when the rain stopped and the sky appeared. I came hard, spurting over his washboard abs, the man’s body a work of art that belonged to me now.

He was mine.

“Sasha,” he ground out, shoving deep as my muscles wrapped tight around him, clasping around his length as he came, pumping my channel full, the wet heat running out of me.

I chuckled.

“Not the time to laugh,” he advised me.

“But I feel so good.” My sigh was deep and long.

Neither of us moved. I was twitching, my skin, my ass, everything oversensitive, but feeling as though I were sinking into the couch.

“Are you all right?”

Because he sounded worried, I met his gaze, surprised at the concern there.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked.

“Hurt me?”

“Yeah, I… I was trying to be careful, go slow, but no one’s ever responded to me like that before, and then I felt like if I didn’t––”