Omega Bound Chapter 262

Damon

I looked up and saw her perched on top of the cupboards, legs dangling, braids spilling over the edge. “Amani! Get down from there!” I repeated probably a dozen times today. She swiveled her head lazily, a mischievous glint in her eyes, the bare skin of her body gleaming in the light.

I ran a hand down my face, trying to mask my frustration as I stood naked in the kitchen, watching my mate slink across the cupboards with the fluid, predatory grace of a mountain lion rather than a wolf. Every step she took made my pulse spike, every sway of her hips, every arch of her back, was calculated to unnerve me and ignite something feral in my chest.

Thane said to feed her. She doesn’t want to eat. In fact, I may be the only thing she wants to eat. Heat or no heat, her climbing could be dangerous. “You could fall!” I remind her, but I know she doesn’t care. She only wants my knot.

Every instinct in me screamed to pull her down, to hold her still, but part of me was helpless under the raw pull of her need. Amani wasn’t thinking about anything else, just me, just the way she ached, just what she needed. She only wanted my knot, and nothing else in the world mattered in that moment.

Her response was infuriatingly predictable. With a soft laugh, she planted her feet on the edge and jumped onto my body as if I were one of her poles to slide down. I caught her as she crashed into me, her legs wrapped around my head, her wet heat smothering my face, quickly driving out the worry I had of how to keep the pack safe while rutting my mate.

I’ll deal with it later.

My hands grab hold of her buttocks, but before I can finish what I started, Amani moves with the same fluid, practiced grace that had once commanded crowds on poles, unwrapping her legs from my head like it was second nature. She leaned back, grabbing my hips and twisting her torso so her stomach pressed against me; every inch of her was deliberate and controlled. Then, with a skillful move born of years of dance, she locked her legs behind my head. The motion leaves me breathless and in awe.

I wrap my arms around her, “Amani whaa...” I don’t get to finish asking my question because she uses her heels to forcefully shove my head into her heat as her mouth slams down my erection, taking me all the way to the back of her throat. I could barely process the sensation. One moment, I was untouched, inexperienced, and the next, I was devouring my mate as she hung upside down, sucking the life out of me.

I try my hardest to guide her back to the bedroom, hoping that keeping the room clear of climbable surfaces will slow her impulsive streak, but my foot catches the edge of the couch, and I tumble, twisting awkwardly as gravity takes over. We crash to the floor, the impact knocking the wind out of me, but I instinctively tighten my grip, holding Amani flush against me. Her laughter spills over me, wild and intoxicating.

The crash at least allows me to breathe. “Damon… I can’t… I need you,” she whispered, each word desperate and raw, carrying the full weight of her heat and frenzy while she crawled down my body.

Amani grabs a hold of my erection and slams herself down on it. “Yes!” She cried out, straddling my lap backwards. She bounces up and down, chasing her pleasure. I sit up, using her hips to grind her against me as I take over, moving her and thrusting up into her. I drag my body to rest against the back of the couch and pull Amani back to lean against me. Her legs splay out over mine as I reach around and start rubbing her clit and slamming up into her.

I somehow got it in my head that Amani’s first heat would be romantic. I would be making love to her, proclaiming my love as I worshipped her. We would be united as one, lost in the throes of passion.

I was wrong.

She runs around the house.

She climbs me like a tree.

She slides down me like a pole.

She grabs and she takes.

I have so many hickeys that I will probably be spotted the next time I shift.

“HARDER HARDER HARDER HARDER!” She demands, playing with her own breast, which will forever play in my head as one of the hottest things I have ever seen my mate do.

“I don’t want to break it!” I respond as she wildly rides me. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

“BREAK IT....AH DAMON.....BREAK IT, DAMON, BREAK IT!” Amani demands, deliriously. I’m quite terrified at the moment as I grip her hard enough to bruise, stoking the fire building within her every time I hammer into her dripping wet core. Amani stiffens on top of me, digging her fingers into the back of my hair and pulling as she rides her orgasm out, crying loudly in my ear.

My knot swells and sends a million jolts of pleasure through me with each movement of her hips grinding against it. “Shit...precious....I’m going to knot you.” I growl as I detonate, pulling her down and thrusting my knot into her tight, fluttering heat. She cries out again, bucking against me as we lock together, milking the life out of my knot as she squeezes with every pulse of me within her.

My chest heaved, heart pounding like a war drum, as I felt her heat, her want, fusing with mine in ways that made my head spin. I groaned, low and guttural, not just from longing but from the sheer force of her presence, the way she consumed me as completely as I did her.

I rest against the couch, breathing hard as we remain locked together. I pull my head back and look at her to find her golden eyes hungry with desire as she licks her lips. “Oh no, you don’t. We’re going back to the bedroom.” I warn her, but of course, she doesn’t listen.

Amani started rolling her hips against me with deliberate fluidity. Every shallow shift caused me to moan, gripping her hips in an attempt to hold her in place. Each motion sent jolts of fire through his body. She was wild and utterly untamed, yet perfectly in sync with me.

Every shift of hers drew me deeper.

She teased, pressed, and swirled.

She balanced on me with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how to hold control, teasing and claiming in equal measure, her energy coiling around me like a live wire.

Damn, I’m in trouble.

“No… you… just… don’t… you… dare… damn… mmm… no… no… no… keep going,” I rambled incoherently, every word a mix of frustration and disbelief. I gave up on trying to crawl off the floor, letting her take over completely, feeling every motion of her body pressing into mine as we remain locked together. She moved with reckless confidence, teasing and demanding, and no matter how much I wanted to resist, I couldn’t. Not when she had me like this.

My hands braced against the floor, muscles straining, heart hammering, and I surrendered to the chaos of her, letting her have exactly what she wanted.

At least she was off the damn cupboards.