Untouched Omega (Alpha Elite Series Book 4), V.T. Bonds [best books to read for success .txt] 📗

Exhaustion weighs on my body, a convulsion reminding me of the hard floor under my back.

I’m shivering.

No, Jumoke’s the one shivering.

Maybe we’re both shivering.

Or maybe the world has trembled to a stop, waiting to rip open and swallow us up.

The odd thought pulls me from our mourning.

Pulling each beloved sensation close, I wrap my lost loves in their swaddling and tuck them where they belong.

Close and interwoven with my lifemate’s presence in my soul.

Soft, tantalizing flicks of his tongue along my throat cause my core to clench, his slightly deflated knot growing with the stimulation.

A loose tear lands on my chin, his eyes still leaking in response to our time spent in the dark recesses of my heart.

I don’t bother to wipe it away, my entire face and hair soaked from my own tears.

His black pupils have a sliver of golden flecks and shades of green surrounding them, the flush on his cheeks showing how arousal still courses through him.

“Mine,” he claims.

I agree.

His.

I tighten my hands in the torn shirt around his waist, his low rumble seeping into my bones and stealing away every ache my body contains.

My thighs tighten around his waist. I have no idea when they curled around him, but besides the fabric of his pants blocking me from touching his ass, it feels marvelous to encircle him in this way.

A shaky breath fills my lungs before I’m capable of responding.

“Mine,” I declare, my lips tightening in a way I haven’t managed for decades.

Only a small movement, but a smile all the same.

His joy deepens his purr, begging for me to join him.

I do, the act one I’ve never performed.

There’s zero effort required to give him this. My chest fills with feminine satisfaction as his eyes reflect his exhilaration. My purr rattles inside my ribs for a moment until I settle into a comfortable note, loosening muscles never used before.

Together we make beautiful music, unlike anything I’ve ever heard. It’s sweet, despite the masculinity in his deep tone.

Abandoning the ruined shirt, I slip my hands underneath and rest my palms on his bare waist.

The novelty of living flesh under my digits reminds me of unanswered questions and worries.

Jumoke’s purr and comfortable weight above me keeps them at bay.

We lay as we are, giving each other tiny caresses and enjoying our closeness. His huge knot begins to deflate again, a myriad of emotions rolling through me.

A popping sensation precedes a gush of fluid from between us.

The smell of our joined essences twists my stomach, making me feel as though I haven’t eaten in decades.

Losing the intimacy of Jumoke’s hand on half of my head forms a ball of anger in my chest, but before I can act on it, his deft fingers swipe along my swollen pussy lips.

Pleasure wracks my body, even as energy flees my cells. Exhaustion plagues me with such profusion my arms and legs relax to the floor. A daunting black void creeps along my vision. My heart gives a sluggish thump, as though the blood in my veins has turned to sludge.

Years of exhaustion haunt me. Adrenaline fades.

His fingers part my lips, demanding I take what he’s scooped from our joining. Mingling with the residual flavor of his blood, stars burst in my vision as our mixed essences reach my taste buds.

More decadent than dessert, sweeter than the fresh air I ran through during my rescue, the thick flavor wakes me with its exquisiteness.

Power flows through my cells, starting at my tongue and streaming outward, infusing strength and life into every part of my body. My heart quickens and blood roars in my ears.

As another palmful of heavenly life slides into my mouth, I swallow it with greedy relish, darting my tongue out to clean him.

His next stroke along my folds jumpstarts my reproductive organs, lust as fierce as before stealing my breath. The warmth in my belly from his delicious offering spreads, coalescing with the fire in my womb to burn me from the inside.

His growl makes my entire body tremble.

“Again? So soon? Greedy Omega. Finish my cum, then I’ll give you my knot again.”

His lurid words increase the frenzy of my desire.

My haze of need grows stronger as my stomach fills to bursting.

His strong grip on my thighs shocks me into awareness. Using his elbows to spread my knees as wide as they’ll go, he spreads his massive fingers over the inside of my thighs and waits poised over me.

My eyes meet his.

A diabolical gleam fills his shining irises.

His lips tilt in the most handsome smirk I’ve ever seen, the rising of his eyebrow morphing his features into masculine perfection.

He lowers his face to my pussy, his tongue leading the way.

My world implodes, his voracious consumption of every inch of my womanhood too epic for words.

My orgasm ebbs only to reveal unsatisfaction.

I need more.

Now.

Chapter Twenty

Jumoke

The writhing, desperate little Omega under my tongue deserves to have her every whim fulfilled.

I’m going to love giving her things she never knew were possible.

She tastes like ambrosia—a feast from heaven.

She is my meal.

I am her God.

And a kind one at that, lifting my face from her and replacing it with the tip of my cock as soon as the last of her nectar slides down my throat.

Later, when her heat no longer hurries us along, I plan to explore, devour, and enjoy every centimeter of her body.

Too eager to feel her tight wetness gripping my knot, I surge forward, burying myself so deep my balls rest against her drenched ass. A plump and enticing ass it is, too.

Shaken with how rapturous it feels to be so connected with another human being, I tighten my fist in her hair and pull back.

She’s too swollen, too slippery for restraint.

Staring into her gorgeous eyes, her flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and dilated pupils superimpose themselves into my mind. This is the memory I’ll always relish. Having her under me solidifies the reality of how well our souls have meshed.

Slamming into