To ruin an Omega Nov Chapter 478: The gift that keeps giving (M) 2

Chapter 478: The gift that keeps giving (M) 2

FIA

I pulled back and did it again. I did not rest until I found a rhythm that had him panting and had the chains rattling as his hands clenched into fists.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder.

I took him as deep as I could manage before pulling back to breathe. My hand wrapped around what my mouth couldn’t reach, and I stroked in ti with my movents.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Fia, fuck."

I could feel him getting close... Feel the way his cock throbbed against my tongue and the tension building in his body.

I took him deeper. Letting him slide all the way to the back of my throat and held him there. My eyes watered. My throat constricted around him. I felt myself gag, but I didn’t pull away.

The sound he made was inhuman.

I pulled back gasping and imdiately took him deep again. Over and over. Using my mouth and my hand and everything I had to drive him higher.

His hips started moving. Small involuntary thrusts that I accommodated. I let him fuck my mouth while I held myself steady.

"I’m going to—" He didn’t finish the sentence.

I felt him swell in my mouth. Felt his whole body tense. One more second and he would co.

I pulled off completely.

He made a sound of pure frustration, and his eyes flew open. The gold in them was wild. He looked feral.

I climbed back up his body and kissed him. Hard and deep and filthy. Let him taste himself on my tongue. He kissed

back like he was trying to devour

whole.

When I broke away, I whispered directly into his ear.

"That was the appetizer. Now for the main course."

I reached down between us and positioned him at my entrance. I felt the head of his cock pressing against . Hot and hard and ready.

I sank down onto him in one smooth motion.

We both groaned. The stretch was exquisite. Perfect. I took him completely until he was buried as deep as he could go.

For a mont, I just sat there. Adjusting to the feeling of fullness. To the way he pulsed inside . To the heat building between us.

Then I started to move.

I lifted myself up slowly before sliding back down. The friction sent sparks racing through every nerve ending. I found a rhythm that had us both panting.

His eyes glowed brighter. That molten gold fixed on

with laser focus. He tried to reach for

and the chains stopped him short. Frustration flashed across his face.

I leaned forward and braced my hands on his chest.

I changed the angle slightly so he hit that perfect spot inside

with every stroke. My hips rolled in waves and took him deeper.

"Let

touch you," he begged. "Please, Fia. Let —"

"No." I punctuated the word with a particularly hard roll of my hips. "You stay right where you are."

But I did lean down further, bringing our bodies flush together so my breasts pressed against his chest. So every movent created friction between us in multiple places.

I could feel his frustration. I could feel how badly he wanted to grab my hips and take control. To flip

over and pound into

until we both shattered.

But the chains held. They kept him exactly where I wanted him.

I kissed him while I rode him. I swallowed his groans and moans, letting him taste himself and

mixed together.

My pace increased. It was faster now. I was chasing that pleasure building low in my belly. The coil of heat wound tighter with every movent.

He thrust up to et . Working within the limited range the restraints allowed. The bed fra groaned beneath us. The chains rattled. The headboard slamd against the wall in rhythm with our movents.

"That’s it," I gasped against his mouth. "Just like that. Don’t stop."

He didn’t. He kept thrusting up into

while I ground down onto him. We moved together in perfect synchronization despite the restraints. Despite everything.

The pleasure built impossibly higher. My whole body trembled with it. I was so close. Right on the edge.

"Co for ," he growled. "Let

feel it. Let

feel you co apart on my cock."

His words pushed

over. The orgasm crashed through

in waves. My inner walls clenched around him and my whole body convulsed. I cried out his na and kept moving through it.

Then I felt sothing change.

A pressure inside . A swelling. His cock grew thicker at the base, stretching

further, locking us together in a way that was both overwhelming and intensely intimate.

The knot.

My eyes flew open and I gasped. The sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced before. Not painful exactly, but intense. So incredibly full that I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.

Cian’s eyes rolled back. His whole body went rigid beneath

and he ca with a roar that probably echoed through the entire suite. I felt him pulse inside , the knot keeping everything locked in place, preventing any of his release from escaping.

The knowledge that we were tied together, that I was taking every drop of him, sent another wave of pleasure through . A smaller orgasm rippled through my body and I trembled against him.

"Fia," he gasped. "Are you—is it—"

"I’m okay," I managed. "Just... give

a second."

I stayed very still. Let my body adjust to the fullness. To the stretch. The knot pulsed inside

with each beat of his heart and I could feel everything.

Slowly, carefully, I shifted my weight. The movent sent sparks of sensation through both of us. Cian groaned and his hands ca to my hips, steadying .

"Don’t move too much," he said, his voice strained. "The knot... it needs ti."

I nodded and settled against his chest. Let my weight rest fully on him while we waited for the knot to subside. His arms ca around

and held

close.

We stayed locked together like that for what felt like hours but was probably only twenty or thirty minutes. His heart beat steadily beneath my ear. His hands traced lazy patterns on my back.

The gold slowly faded from his eyes. Brown bled back in at the edges. His breathing evened out.

"Fia," he said softly.

I lifted my head to look at him and found him staring at

with sothing like wonder mixed with concern.

"I’m okay," I said before he could ask. "We’re okay."

He nodded but his eyes still searched my face for any sign of distress or pain. He would find none. Just satisfied exhaustion and the lingering warmth of pleasure.

Finally, I felt the knot begin to recede. The pressure eased gradually and he slipped free. The loss made

whimper quietly. I felt suddenly empty despite the warmth of his release still inside .

"The restraints," he said quietly. "You can take them off now. I’m... I’m back."

I studied him carefully, checking the bond between us. He was not wrong. I felt his wolf had beco settled and calm now. Sated in a way that went bone deep.

I reached up and unclasped the first restraint. Then the second. The platinum chains fell away, and he imdiately brought his hands to . He cupped my face and ran his thumbs along my cheekbones.

"I love you," He said.

It made

smile. "I know."