The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Sage

My heart pounds as I watch him enter our bedroom, water still glistening on his skin from the shower. Through our bond, I feel his breath catch at the sight of me waiting for him, vulnerable yet certain in my choice.

Wetness pools between my legs from his hungry gaze alone. My shyness is quickly replaced by a sense of power that my king looks ready to drop to his knees for me, the words “fucking beautiful” whispered from his lips.

The towel drops from his waist and I can’t help staring, taking in every powerful line of him. Every hard plane, every defined ripple under his golden skin. My Lycan King. My mate. Through our bond, his satisfaction at my obvious appreciation mingles with his own hunger.

My perusal stalls when my eyes trail to his long, thick member straining toward me, my entire body heats, a pink flush creeping over my skin. While he’s touched me in ways that make my blush deepen to think about, he’s never let me see all of him before now. A gasp escapes me at the sight and I’m pretty sure I hear him chuckle at my response but it doesn’t stop me from staring shamelessly. Alaric Sterling is a work of art. No one in their right mind could look away.

A drop of pre–cum beads at his tip and I lick my lips, my mouth watering with the need to taste him the way he’s so often tasted me. My body sways toward him of its own accord, eager to claim my prize. But he catches my chin in his hand, blocking my attempt and forcing me to meet his eyes.

“Last chance to change your mind, sweetling.” His voice holds raw need barely contained, his gaze full of lust and so much love. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” My voice trembles slightly, but I meet his eyes. “I want all of you. Everything.” And I do, even if I’ve yet to learn exactly what that means.

He leans over me with predatory grace, his eyes bleeding amber. Through our bond, I feel his beast rising, feel how hard he’s fighting to maintain control. My wolf surges forward to meet her mate, loving that we can so easily loosen his tightly held reins.

“I’ll go slowly,” he promises, his hands ghosting over my skin as he hovers over me, making me feel small and safe. “Want to savor every moment of making you mine.”

The reverence in his touch makes me shiver. This powerful king, this fierce warrior, handling me like I’m something precious. Something to be worshipped. But I want to worship him too.

With a hand to his shoulder, I push him back on his heels, scrambling to my knees in front of him. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, I wrap my hand around his cock, smearing the cum leaking from the tip around the swollen head with my thumb.

The groan of pleasure he makes at my touch emboldens me, my grip tightening as I stroke his length, marveling at the velvety feel of him. Slick drenches my thighs as I imagine how the heat and hardness of him will feel when he’s finally inside me. His nostrils flare as my scent thickens along with my arousal, and before I can blink, I find myself on my back again, the full weight of him pressing into me.

His lips find my throat, trailing fire. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? Of having you bare beneath me, trembling for my touch?”

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Ay breath catches as his hands explore, sliding from my thighs over the swell of my hips, fingers tickling acros my ribs, then coming to rest under my breasts. His thumbs brush over the peaked tips as he kneads the surrounding flesh, making my core clench and sending a delicate shiver through me. Through our bond, Alaric‘ need crashes against mine, building higher with each touch.

“Please.” The word escapes before I can stop it.

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