To ruin an Omega Nov Chapter 477: The gift that keeps giving (M)1

Chapter 477: The gift that keeps giving (M)1

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His eyes changed.

The brown bled away completely and left nothing but molten gold. Animal intelligence stared back at

through Cian’s face. The wolf had won.

He charged.

The distance between us disappeared in a heartbeat. I felt the gift rise inside

without thought, without hesitation. The small miracles that lived in my blood surged forward and t him halfway.

My hand shot out and the psychic force slamd into his chest. He stopped mid-stride like he’d hit a wall. His body went rigid, held suspended by invisible shields only I could feel and manipulate.

I pushed.

He flew backward and crashed onto the bed. The fra groaned under the impact but held. I kept the pressure steady, pinning him there while my free hand reached for the restraints already attached to the headboard.

His eyes blazed with fury and confusion. He struggled against the force holding him down but it was useless.

I grabbed the first restraint and snapped it around his wrist. The platinum chain glead in the low light. I moved to the other side and secured his second wrist just as quickly.

Only then did I release the psychic hold.

He exploded into motion imdiately. I watched as he yanked against the chains with everything he had.

The bed rattled violently.

The headboard slamd against the wall with enough force to crack plaster. I realized then that the bed fra was bolted to the floor, embedded deep in the building’s foundation.

Moonhaven really had thought of everything.

Cian fought the restraints for several long monts. He pulled, twisted, and tried to break free with pure brute strength. However, the chains held. They were designed for exactly this, forged specifically to contain an Alpha in the throes of heat-induced frenzy.

Finally, he stopped. His chest heaved with exertion. Sweat dampened his hairline. He let his head fall back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling.

When he spoke, his voice ca out thick and rough. Almost unrecognizable.

"Do you not want ?"

The question hit

harder than any physical blow could have.

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself over him, straddling his hips with my thighs on either side. The heat radiating from his body seeped through the thin fabric of my dress.

"Of course I do." I looked down at him and let him see the truth written across my face. "I will always want you."

His eyes searched mine. His beast seed to be looking for deception or hesitation or doubt. He would find none.

He lifted his head and pressed his mouth to my neck. Not biting. He just stayed there for a minute before his tongue started to work and he traced a line up to my ear and I shivered.

"We don’t need the restraints," he whispered.

The words ghosted across my skin and made heat pool low in my belly.

"A part of

wants that too." I cupped his face between my hands and forced him to look at . "But we need to be safe. For the baby."

Sothing flickered behind his eyes. A mont of clarity breaking through the gold.

"You’re still in there," I said. "You must be. His primal state wouldn’t bother trying to convince . It is clear to

that it is quite bad at pretending."

I kissed him before he could respond.

His mouth opened under mine imdiately. Hungry and desperate. I tasted him fully, let my tongue sweep against his, felt the groan that rumbled up from his chest.

When I pulled back, I kept my eyes locked on his.

"But I will give you what you want."

I sat up and reached for the hem of my dress. Pulled it up and over my head in one smooth motion. The fabric fell sowhere beside the bed. I didn’t care where.

Now I was bare from the waist up. His eyes dropped to my breasts and the gold in them flared brighter.

I leaned forward and started working the buttons of his shirt. My fingers fumbled slightly with the first one but I got it open. Then the next. And the next. Until finally I could push the fabric aside and expose his chest.

My hands explored the planes of muscle there. I traced the lines of old scars there, until I found his nipples and then I circled them with my thumbs until they hardened under my touch.

He made a sound low in his throat. Half groan, half growl.

I smiled and moved lower. Letting my hands trail down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. I could feel him hard and straining against the fabric. I could see the outline of his erection pressing insistently upward.

I pald him through his pants and he bucked his hips up into my hand. His breathing ca faster and harsher.

I kept grinding my palm against him in slow deliberate strokes.

I watched his face while I did it. Watched the way his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut and his whole body trembled with restraint.

He leaned forward as much as the chains would allow and pressed his mouth to my collarbone. He kissed along the line of it before moving higher. Up my neck. Across my jaw and back down to my shoulder.

Then he bit .

Not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to leave a mark. Hard enough to make

gasp and arch into him.

The pain blood sweet and just as sharp. It sent sparks racing down my spine and made wetness flood between my thighs.

He soothed the bite with his tongue. Then moved to a new spot and did it again. And again. Marking . Claiming

in the only way he could while bound.

"I want to touch you," he said against my skin. His voice was wrecked. Ragged.

"You can’t have everything you want." I pulled back just enough to look at him. "But the one thing you’re guaranteed to have is .

helping you through this."

I climbed off him and positioned myself between his legs. My hands went to his belt and made quick work of it. Then his button. Then his zipper.

I pulled his pants down over his hips and he lifted slightly to help . They joined my dress on the floor. His briefs followed imdiately after.

His cock sprang free. He was hard. He was flushed too and fucking perfect. I liked that he was already leaking at the tip.

I wrapped my hand around him and stroked once. Slowly. Base to tip. He groaned, and his hips jerked upward.

I did it again. This ti, I twisted my wrist slightly at the end. His reaction was imdiate.

His head flew back, and his mouth went open, a sound escaping that was purely animal.

I leaned down and licked the bead of moisture from his tip. The taste of him exploded across my tongue. Salt, musk, and sothing uniquely Cian.

I took him into my mouth.

His whole body went rigid. Every muscle locked tight.

I started slow. Just the head at first. Swirling my tongue around it. Sucking gently. Then I took him deeper. Inch by inch until he hit the back of my throat.