The Lycan King's Outcast Omega (by Cara Anderson) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

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My heart pounds with every shadow as I make my way to Alaric’s quarters. Even at midnight, the packhouse isn’t completely quiet – visiting wolves everywhere make sneaking around much more complicated.

“You smell of desire,” Aura teases. “Anyone with a nose will know where you’re going.”

“Not helping,” I tell her, pressing against a wall as voices approach.

When I finally reach his door, it opens before I can knock. Alaric pulls me inside and immediately pins me to the wall, his mouth claiming mine hungrily.

“Took you long enough,” he growls against my lips.

“Some of us can’t just order everyone away,” I gasp as his lips find my neck. “Had to wait for the halls to clear…”

His hands slide under my nightdress. “Good girl, wearing something easy to remove.”

Heat pools in my core at his words, at his touch. Growing bold, I reach for the buttons of his shirt, wanting to explore him the way he always explores me. His ragged purr when my hands roam the bare skin of his chest tells me he’s not opposed to the idea.

But when my hands drift lower, slipping just inside the waistband of his pants, he catches them gently.

“Not tonight, sweetling.”

The rejection stings more than it should. “Why not? Don’t you want…?”

“More than anything.” He presses his forehead to mine. “But not yet.”

“Is it because I don’t know what I’m doing?” The words tumble out before I can stop them. “Because I’m inexperienced?”

His growl vibrates through both our bodies. “Never think that.”

“Then why?” I push away from him, hurt making me bold. “Why do we never go further? Why do you always stop things before…”

“Because I want your first time to be perfect.” He catches my face in his hands. “Not some rushed encounter while we’re hiding who we are to each other. Not when I have to send you away before dawn. When I finally have you, sweetling, you won’t be leaving my bed for days.”

“I don’t need perfect,” I whisper. “I just need you.” Though I have to admit, the picture his words conjure makes me believe it just might be worth waiting for.

His kiss steals my breath. “You have me. Always. But when I claim you properly, when I make you completely mine…” His eyes bleed amber. “It will be special. No hiding, no sneaking around. Just us.”

Understanding softens my frustration, though I can’t help pouting slightly.

“Are you sulking, sweetling?” His voice carries wicked amusement.

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“No.”

“Liar.” He nips my bottom lip. “Though you’re adorable when you pout.”

“I’m not-” But his hands slide lower, making me gasp.

“Let me show you all the ways I can please you without claiming you fully,” he murmurs against my throat.” Unless you’re too busy pouting…”

“No!” My denial a little too fierce, a little too revealing of my need.

The heat and approval in his steel–gray eyes has me melting against him, flinging my arms around his neck to steady myself. His raspy chuckle in my ear nearly undoes me as he slides his hands up my thighs, under my gown, until he’s sinking his fingers into the flesh of my backside.

“I think it’s time you behave like the queen you are.” He murmurs as he lifts me up, my legs locking around his waist.

His thick cock rocks against my aching pussy with every step he takes, making me wish I didn’t give in so easily to him insisting we wait. My mouth waters with the need to taste him, to know if he’s as delicious as he smells. But I’ll be patient… for now.

“And how does a queen behave, my king?” My voice is deep, sultry, as I kiss my way along his jaw.

He lays down on the bed with me straddling his chest, peering up at me with a mischievous smirk. The sound of wrenching fabric fills the room as he rips my panties at the seams and tucks the scraps in his pocket. My jaw falls open at the bold act while slick drips from my core.

“By sitting on her throne, lording over her adoring subjects, of course.” He grabs my hips, sliding me up until my pussy hovers just over his face. “I’m already your most adoring subject. Let me be your throne.”

With that, he pulls me down until his face is buried in my slick folds, his nose nudging my clit as he eats at me voraciously. His tongue spears my core, lapping at that sensitive spot deep inside until I’m so wet I fear he’ll drown in it. My moans and his filthy slurping are the only sounds in the room.

“Alaric, I’m…” The words trail off on a whine as he replaces his tongue with two thick fingers.

“Give it to me, love. I want the proof of your pleasure all over my face.” He sucks my clit hard and I shatter.

A shrill scream leaves my lips as my orgasm barrels through me, ecstasy pouring from every nerve. Slumping against the headboard, I pant his name like a prayer as I try to catch my breath. Part of me worries I might be smothering him but I’m too boneless to move.

Alaric only chuckles, easily lifting me and rolling me beneath him. He rips my nightgown down the middle, exposing my taut nipples to his view, licking his lips hungrily.

“Now, let’s see how many times I can make you come just by teasing these sweet little buds.”

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