The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 119

Dawn paints her skin golden as I watch her sleep in my arms, still joined from our last coupling hours ago. The mate bond pulses with contentment, memories of the night flooding through me – her gasps of pleasure, the way she trembled beneath my touch, how she finally overcame her shyness to take control.

I thought Sage lying naked beneath me, looking up at me with so much trust and adoration while I brought us both to orgasm, would be the most gorgeous sight I’d ever see. But watching her find her confidence, riding me with her head thrown back and her silky blond hair grazing my thighs while she took her pleasure from me… that was fucking stunning.

The memory of that vision has me growing hard inside her. I should pull out, she’s probably sore, I took her so many times and wasn’t always gentle. But even so, I can’t bring myself to separate from her. Not yet.

Through our bond, I feel her peaceful dreams, her absolute trust in being vulnerable with me like this. My beast rumbles with satisfaction at having claimed her so thoroughly, even if we’re waiting for the formal marking.

She stirs against me, violet eyes fluttering open. “Mmm,” she stretches, then gasps softly as the movement reminds her of our intimate connection. Through our bond, I feel her spark of desire mixing with slight soreness.

“Good morning, sweetling.” I brush her hair back, loving how she leans into my touch. “Sleep well?”

Her smile turns wicked. “What little sleep you let me have.”

“Complaining?” I shift slightly, drawing another gasp from her.

“Never.” She kisses me deeply as desire builds between us. Through our bond, our shared need spirals higher.” Though we should probably talk about—”

“Later.” I roll her beneath me, claiming her mouth. “Much later.”

She giggles as I attack her face and neck with kisses, and it’s a sound of pure happiness. I want to make her laugh like that every damn day and I’ve been doing a shit job of it so far. But no more!

Her laughter dies out as I suck one pert nipple into my mouth, leaving her moaning for me. I thrust lazily inside her as I tease her tight little buds with my tongue and fingers. In no time at all, she’s coming for me, milking my cock until I have nothing left..

Later does eventually come, though not before I’ve had her twice more and reminded her exactly why she’s too breathless to discuss politics. We lie tangled in the ruined sheets, her head on my chest as I trace patterns on her

back.

“The council won’t stop,” she murmurs finally. “No matter what we prove about my powers, they’ll keep using those laws against us.”

“Then we’ll find a way around them.” I tighten my hold on her. “You proved yesterday that their manipulations can’t break us.”

Her fingers trace the muscles of my chest as she considers this. Through our bond, I feel her thoughts drift back to last night – how I’d taken her slowly at first, careful with her innocence until she grew bold enough to

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demand more. How she’d finally let go completely, trusting me to catch her as pleasure overwhelmed her again

and again.

“I never knew it could be like this,” she admits softly. “The mate bond… it’s so much stronger now. Like I can feel everything you’re feeling.”

“Because you gave yourself to me completely.” I capture her wandering hand, kissing each finger. “No more barriers between us. No more holding back.”

She shivers at the memory. “The way you touched me… like you were memorizing every inch…”

“I was.” I demonstrate by trailing my fingers down her spine, smiling as she arches into the touch. “Every sound you made, every way you responded. How you trembled when I kissed you here…” I brush my lips against that spot on her neck that makes her gasp. “How you moaned when I tasted you here…” My hand slides lower.

“Alaric…” Her breath catches. “We’re supposed to be planning…”

“We are.” I roll her beneath me again, claiming her mouth briefly. “Planning exactly how many more times I can make you fall apart before we have to face the world.”

Through our bond, her desire wars with determination. “The council will send someone looking for you soon.”

“Let them.” But she’s right, damn her. We need to focus on strategy, on finding a way to make the council accept what we already know in our souls. “Though watching you put Eris in her place might keep them away for a while.”

Her smile turns wicked. “Did you see her face? When I didn’t react how she expected? When she realized it wasn’t you I was angry with?”

“You knew immediately.” Still can’t get over that. “Didn’t doubt me for a second.”

“Because I know you.” She props herself up to meet my eyes. “Know your heart. Know what we are to each other.

Her expression turns thoughtful. “Maybe that’s what we need to show them. Not just my powers or your authority, but what true mates really mean.”

“What are you thinking?”

“The ancient texts mention ceremonies, rituals that proved mate bonds beyond doubt. If we could find one…” She sits up, excitement building. “Something even the council couldn’t deny.”

Through our bond, her determination matches mine. Because she’s right – they can question bloodlines and traditions, but true mates are sacred to our kind.

“We’ll search every record,” I promise, pulling her back into my arms. “Find whatever proof we need. Make them see what I’ve known since I first saw you that you were meant to be my queen.”

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