The Lycan King's Omega Mate
My name is Kemira, and I am an omega. I was blamed for my Luna’s death as a wolf-less pup. My true mate turned out to be the Alpha’s son who rejected me instantly. Now, I am bound to the former Alpha’s sick, twisted games and torture. As penance for my sins.
When the Lycan King arrives, he finds me chained and beaten. Though he refuses the bond, he can’t deny our connection. Can he?
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“Oh goddess!” I moan as my heat surges.
“What is it? More pain?” He asks as I take his hand, moving it to my pulsating core. I need his touch.
“Kemira, I can’t.” He fights his lycan as I grind on his hand in the ice bath.
“Please. I need you.” I beg him and his lycan. “Takoa.”
His hand slides down my stomach. The coolness contrasts against my burning heat. His fingers slide between my wet folds. Circling my nub.
“Yes… goddess, yes!” I moan as his pace quickens. He slides a thick finger inside me.
“More. Please.” I moan. He adds a second finger. Feeling my p8ssy stretch. Trying to take him.
“You feel so good, baby.” He whispers, stroking me faster. I grip the tub as his free hand massages then squeezes my n9pple. I gasp arching into him.
“Takoa!” I moan falling apart. He doesn’t stop until I collapse against him. He pulls his fingers from my core and licks them clean.
“So delicious” He whispers.