Omega Bound Chapter 255

Damon

I held her close, her legs wrapped around my hips, every step toward our new home feeling like I was carrying the weight of the world. Amani’s body trembled in my arms, shivering with fever and weakness, and the raw scent of her heat hit me like a physical blow. I wanted to tear something apart, anything, just to vent the fury that burned hot in my chest. How dare Eric take Ayla? How dare anyone make her suffer?

She whispered my name, mumbling sorry, and I felt my chest tighten. “Don’t… don’t you dare apologize,” my teeth clenched, voice rough with panic, “You didn’t fail. You’re here. You’re alive. That’s all that matters. I’ve got you.” I tightened my hold instinctively. Her weak, trembling body pressed closer, and I could feel the heat coiling beneath her skin.

My own blood ran hot, protective, possessive, and utterly consuming. “Just breathe, Amani,” I hissed, pressing my lips to her damp hair, inhaling her citrus scent. “I’ll carry it. I’ll carry you. You don’t have to be strong right now. I am.”

The door slammed behind me as I rushed into our new home, but I barely noticed. The only thing I felt was her, soft and trembling in my arms. Every step I took toward the bedroom deepened the ache in my chest, the need to hold her, protect her, and let her feel safe in my arms.

“Shh… just relax, Amani,” I murmured, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead, letting my lips ghost over her temple. She tilted her hips slightly against me, instinctively seeking relief, and I groaned softly, pressing her closer. Amani whimpered again, and I whispered, “I’ve got you… I’ve always got you.” Her breath warmed my chest, mingling with mine, and the mating heat between us flared in a quiet, intimate rhythm.

I laid her down gently on the bed, “Damon…” voice ragged, with desperate urgency. “Please… please, I need it… knot me… please.” Her words made me painfully hard as I let my hands move over her, grounding her, claiming her, letting her feel every bit of the connection that throbbed between us.

I slid off her clothes, her body an inferno of heat, her rich brown skin flaring in goosebumps as I undressed her. Each touch of her skin beneath my fingers is electrifying.

Leaning over her, feeling the slick, desperate need pooled between her legs, I rub her wet heat, “Please… I need you… Damon, knot me…” Her words were raw, urgent. I pulled my clothing off, abandoning them for the next few days of her heat, much like the items I bought for her at the store.

Shit.

I’ll need to remedy that.

I hovered over her, and she trembled violently, her low whimpers and soft moans pulling me closer as I slide my hard length into her. “Damon… please… I need you…” her hips arching instinctively against me, her voice ragged and desperate. Every shiver, every whispered plea sent fire straight through me, making me groan as I kissed her, claiming her mouth, tasting the heat she radiated.

Her hands clawed at my shoulders, nails raking down my back as she whimpered again, “Yes… oh, yes… take me… take me, Damon… mine…” Her small growl, half-chants, half-pleas, mingled, building a rhythm that matched the desperate ache between both our bodies. I pressed her tighter to me, feeling her breast against my bare chest and the tremor of her body against mine as I slid out and back into her.

“Mine… all mine…” she gasped again, a soft chant that rolled off Amani’s lips. Her hips matched my thrusts, every motion desperate, urgent. I growled low in my throat, her possessiveness of me enough to make me finish right now. I let my lips trail down her neck, over her mating mark, and whispered, “You are mine, Amani… every part of you belongs to me.” Hoping it has the same effect on her as it does on me.

The flood of arousal around my dick gives me my answer.

“Yes… oh, yes, Damon… mine… all yours…” she gasped, pulling on her nipple as I capture the other one in my mouth and suck it hard, “knot me… take me… fill me…” I felt her tighten around me with her words, each tremor and clench of her pulling me closer to the edge. The sounds of our hips snapping together spur me on.

“You need… this knot..... you’re close…I can feel you fluttering around me....your legs shaking.....you’re so close....” I groaned low, pressing my forehead to hers, letting my hands cup her face as I thrust deeper, slower, letting her feel every inch of me inside her. Every desperate arch of her hips was a mirror of the fire that burned in my chest as I made love to my mate.

“Look at me, Amani,” I rasped, voice rough with need. “Tell me how much you want it… tell me how much you need me… feel it, don’t hold back.” She cried out, riding every thrust.

“Oh… oh, Damon… yes…… don’t stop… knot me… oh yes… I’m yours… only yours…” Her chants spilled into the room as ecstasy took her. Her body locked in pleasure as I continued to hit that spot inside her that drives her wild.

Gone was my fear that I couldn’t see her through her heat.

Gone was my fear that I wouldn’t know what to do because I am inexperienced.

I kissed her fevered lips, tongue tangling with hers as I held her hips, popping my knot through her tight heat, letting the knot swell, pulse, and anchor us together. She arched violently, trembling and gasping, hips bucking into mine as I pressed down, thrusting into her with all the possessive, fevered strength I could summon. “Yes… yes… oh, Damon… yes… always yours…” she chanted as she came again, voice breaking, body tightening, knot pulsing, and I gave myself over completely, losing myself in her, in us.

My body coils tight before I shatter, spilling myself deep inside her. My vision tunnels and darkens as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, each pulse sending sharp, electric jolts along my spine and through my knot, anchoring me to her completely. She squeezes me hard, shivering around me, and I growl her name, losing myself in the heat of us, of our mating.

The knot pulses, tethering me to her, every motion amplified, every sensation magnified. I grip her hips, pressing her closer, letting her feel the entirety of me in every movement. I collapse onto her, still buried, heat still thrumming between us like wildfire. I nuzzle her neck, lips brushing her fevered skin, tasting the sweat, the warmth, the lingering need, and I murmur, “You’re mine, Amani… every inch of you… always…”

We lay tangled, exhausted, and I felt her shift beneath me. I pull back to look at her, and then I see her pupils blown wide, black as midnight, with a faint gold ring, shimmering with raw, feral need. I growled low, chest tightening as my own desire flared anew. Every small, desperate grind of her hips against me sparked fire through my veins.

Every movement of her body reminded me why she was mine—marked, claimed, and now insatiable as her heat fully claimed her, as her moans and cries filled the room with every small thrust, every shallow movement of me within her.