Page 96 of Retribution

“I bet those hurt more than you’re letting on,” I say, frowning as she looks guilty.

I have a feeling that her life and trauma have given her a very high pain tolerance, but I’m not going to push.

“Lift,” I grunt, my hands pulling her bottoms down her legs.

Without fanfare, I push her back using her thighs as my hands hold her open for myself. Her slick is coating her thighs, and her pussy is glistening just for me.

“Trust me?” I ask, forcing my gaze up to hers. Her eyes are glazing over with desire, but I can still see the tendrils of fear as well.

Orgasms aren’t supposed to be scary, and neither is sex with the right person. She trusts herself, which is why sex toys aren’t an issue. Sex with an alpha? That’s where things become murky due to the things done to her.

Not all alphas are good, and heats can easily be twisted to take advantage of an omega. Fucking dickheads.

“Yes,” she whimpers.

“You’re going to break my heart, darlin’,” I mutter, licking her pussy with the flat of my tongue.

Groaning at her sweet taste, I move my hands to her ass to pull her to the edge of the bed and bury my face in her cunt. Licking, sucking, rubbing her clit, I lose myself in her pussy as I watch her face.

“Alpha,” she moans, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she thrusts her hips up for more.

Isolde quickly grows mindless as she searches for her orgasm. Slick is starting to push out of her cunt, and I experimentally plug her up with two of my fingers. Her back bends back like a cat as she takes me while I praise her, and I decide to check in with her.

“Who am I, baby?” I ask her.

“Lucas. Oh, fuck. I want more,” she gasps.

“Good girl,” I praise her, thrusting my thick fingers inside of her. “You taste so good, baby. That’s it. Lift those hips. Fuck my face. This is how an alpha takes care of his omega.”

“Yes,” she whines. “Alpha, I’m close.”

I can feel it by the way that she’s strangling my fingers. While her skin is warm, it’s not blazing hot yet. All I can hope for is that Oliver and Grant can get everything done in her nest before she gets to that point.

I think Grant is surprised that I’m taking this all in stride. I do believe in soul bonds, and I think he was so gruff with Isolde to start with because he didn’t know what to do with her. She has a way of completely bulldozing through every wall you may have with what she says and does.

Her thought process is endearing, even if her first instinct is to stalk and stab.

Sucking hard on her clit, I watch her break apart as I also curl my fingers over a spongy mass of nerve endings that I know is her g-spot. Her scream makes my dick twitch and I groan as she covers my chin with her release.

Not once did she think about her scars, and I was careful not to touch them so she wouldn’t worry about it. I was serious when I told her to do what she needed to in order to get to a place where she could accept them.

I’m not judging her.

As Isolde lays on the bed, breathing hard, I can’t describe the feeling of pride that I feel. She’s not scared, or overthinking her orgasm, she’s simply sated.

“Feeling good?” I ask, pushing her up the bed so I can join her.

Isolde nods, her arms wrapping around my neck to pull me down to kiss her. She doesn’t care that I’m covered in her slick, and her tongue pushes its way into my mouth to twist and play with mine, going so far as to suck on it as she moans.

For someone who thought she may be a terrible kisser, she’s perfect.

“Now what?” she asks, her hand rubbing her stomach.

Purring for her, I move my hand to cover hers as I massage her there gently.

“I have a few ideas. You need more orgasms and penetration,” I explain.

Her relaxed demeanor tenses a little and I shake my head.