When an Omega Snaps (15 page)

From her impressive breasts, the gown cinched in before flaring out. The filmy white fabric of the skirt billowed as she walked. He noted she wore flats. Reba’s suggestion so she wouldn’t get a heel stuck. Her gown didn’t quite touch the ground. Zena’s idea to ensure she wouldn’t trip on the hem.

They’d taken all kinds of precautions to ensure her the smoothest chance of success.

She might lack the feline grace of other ladies. She might have stumbled a time or two and been kept upright only by the smooth actions of her father, but dammit, in his eyes, she was the daintiest, most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.

And she is mine.

Her eyes met his, bright, shining, and filled with utmost happiness. Her smile conveyed that same joy, and he couldn’t help but return it.

Even Peter couldn’t dim his happiness. As he transferred Meena’s hand to Leo, Peter bent his head and in a not-so-quiet whisper said, “Son, if you hurt her, I will eviscerate you. Slowly. Welcome to the family.”

Such a heart-warming message. Then again, it went well with the one his new mother-in-law gave him once the ceremony was over and Meena was off giggling with the lionesses and telling them all to call her Mrs.

“Leo, darling, you seem like a nice boy, so I’m sure it goes without saying that if you hurt my daughter I will have you disappear, without a trace.”

For some reason he asked, “How?”

And Meena’s prim and proper mother gave him a smile, a smile to make any big man tremble as she said, “Have you heard about my prize-winning red roses?”

But that frightening fact came after the ceremony. In the here and now, Leo clung to Meena’s hand and stared into her eyes as the priest recited the shifter version of a wedding. It contained most of the standard phrases.

“We are gathered here today to join this pair…”

Leo quite honestly tuned most of it out, too intent on the electrical crackle between him and Meena. He also concentrated on not passing out. No longer would he mock those AFV videos where the grooms went over with a crash. He could understand now why so many fainted. The tension of being in front of so many people, making such a deep commitment, all of it was enough to make even the biggest man tremble.

And then it was almost over.

The priest, as was customary, had to say, “If there is anyone here with a reason why these two beings should not become one in the eyes of the pride, then speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Leo shot a glare at Dmitri, who sat at the back, but it wasn’t he who stood.

With a clearing of his throat, Peter shot to his feet. He only managed to utter an “I—” before Meena’s mom literally tackled him. She hit him around the knees and sent him tumbling to the grass. Even if she whispered it, in the stunned silence everyone heard her, “Zip it! My lovely daughter is having a white wedding. In a proper dress! Don’t you dare ruin this for me.”

And then Meena’s mom plastered her husband lips with a kiss while waving at them in a get-this-done-and-quick gesture.

A pair of I do’s, and then it was time to kiss his bride.

His wife.

Mine.

Paying no mind to the cheering, Leo bent his head. He had only one focus, the soft lips parted beneath his.

Drawing his wife into his arms, he hugged her to him and thoroughly explored her mouth. She explored him right back, her tongue weaving its way in and dancing along his.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he growled.

Someone cleared their throat beside them, and she growled.

Voices spoke. People laughed, and it became more and more evident that they couldn’t kiss forever. At least not out here. Neither could they immediately escape. Dammit.

No sooner had their lips separated than they both found themselves swept away in a tide of well wishes. Leo suffered the pounding on his back by the men, as well as the commiserations from a few on getting shackled.

Poor Meena was surrounded by a gaggle of her own.

Their eyes caught over the heads of the crowd but only for a moment before their attention was stolen.

While his patience frayed, in the end, it was Meena who snapped first.

Whether it was the fact a woman touched him, hanging on to his arm, gushing at how beautiful the wedding was, or the fact that Meena couldn’t handle the frustration of the last few days, it didn’t matter.

With a snarled, “Get your hands off my husband!” Meena sliced through the crowd, skirts hiked. She leaped the last few feet and soared through the air to tackle the lioness at his side, who, as it turned out, was Loni’s cousin.

But at the time, all he knew was his new wife was in full-on jealous mode and determined to scalp a wedding guest.

As omega, Leo should have jumped in to calm the hot tempers—and stop the hair pulling. At the very least, he should have definitely pried Meena off the lioness before she got blood on her white dress.

But…

Well…

He kind of liked it. While Leo had dated his fair share of women, he’d never had one show such a possessive side before. Definitely never had one go after a girl for daring to flirt with him. He didn’t know what it said about him, the fact that he enjoyed her jealous outburst.

Feeling kind of smug about it, he took a moment to bask.

Hers.

Yes, he was hers, and she was his, at least on paper. Perhaps it was time to complete the bond and truly mate so that everyone would know they belonged to each other. Time to claim each other.

First, though, he needed to pry her off the other woman before she literally spilled blood.

Winding an arm around her middle, he lifted Meena, even as she continued to snarl at the woman on the ground. “Touch my man again and I will rip that hand from you and slap you with it!”

Ah, the romantic words of a woman in lust.

Tossing Meena over his shoulder, he ignored the amused glances of the crowd as he carted her away from the party.

“I wasn’t done, Pookie,” she grumbled.

“I’ve got better plans for that energy,” was his reply.

And yes, she announced to all that, “Leo’s finally going to debauch me.” She wasn’t the only one fist pumping. The other ladies in the pride were cheering too while Leo fought not to blush, and poor Peter, he made a beeline for the bar.

However, embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop him.

Reaching the door to their room, he almost laughed at the sign haphazardly hung saying ‘Do Not Disturb’ and scrawled underneath in red lipstick, ‘Or Die’.

He couldn’t agree more. The time had come for him to claim the woman who consumed him and beware the idiot who got in his way.

He’d no sooner slammed the door shut with his foot than she was sliding off his shoulder. Her arms wound around his neck as she plastered her lips against his. How yummy she tasted. The electrical awareness he felt only with her arced between them, fueling the simmering desire.

His lips slanted over hers, teasing and nibbling, claiming and branding that mouth for his own. She swallowed his groan as she opened her mouth and slid her tongue along his, teasing and taunting.

Instinct pulsed within him, pushing him to claim her, to mark her
.
Now.

Such impatience. Such need.

He let his hands rove her body, skimming over the silky fabric hiding her curves.

“Have I told you yet how beautiful you look?” he murmured against her skin as he let his lips trail down the smooth column of her neck.

“I can tell,” she replied, her hand cupping his erection.

Her brazen nature delighted him. As did her squeeze of his cock.

“My English teacher always said to show, not tell.” he said as he walked her backward toward the bed. He lay her down upon it, still clothed.

“Shouldn’t I strip first?” she asked. Her hair spilled across the pillow in a golden puddle, and her lips, swollen from kisses, begged him for more.

He shook his head, “Oh no you don’t. From the moment I saw you, I’ve fantasized about lifting that skirt and spreading it around to frame you when I take you.”

“You had dirty thoughts during the ceremony?”

He couldn’t help a naughty grin, to which she replied with a throaty laugh, “Oh, Pookie. You are so utterly wicked. And sly. I love how you can seem so serious and yet harbor such naughty thoughts.”

“If you think that’s awesome, then wait until I act them out.”

With what he hoped was a diabolical arch of his brow, Leo shed his jacket and loosened his tie before he sank to his knees on the bed. Her bare feet—shoeless since she’d kicked off her flats before her wild dash—peeked from the hem of her dress. Under the filmy layers, he let his hand inch up her calf, higher still, his arm disappearing under the skirt. No seeing, only touch alone, which made it the more exciting as his fingertips brushed her thighs.

She sucked in a breath, her eyelids heavy as she watched him. He tickled the tips of his fingers higher and couldn’t help but groan as he encountered the bareness of her mound. And he meant bare. Shaven and not even covered by a scrap of fabric.

“You married me wearing no panties?” He practically groaned it.

“Just in case we needed to go somewhere for a quickie,” she admitted before sucking in a breath as he ran a knuckle over the moist lips of her sex.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me beforehand.”

“Or?”

“We might not have made it through the ceremony.”

“You might not live the next few minutes if you don’t stop talking and do something.”

“Impatient, Vex?”

“Try horny,” she grumbled. Rolling to her knees, she grabbed his face and kissed him. Kissed him hard as she pushed against him, tumbling him to his back.

Despite his clothes, she straddled him, her hands clutching the linen at his shoulders while she aggressively chewed at his lips. Unbridled passion that could no longer wait.

With her skirts hiked around her in a fluffy cloud and her cleft pressed against his groin, despite his pants separating them, he couldn’t miss the radiating heat.

Her rocking against him as they kissed proved the height of torture. He wanted so badly to sink into her. Instead, his hands busied themselves, cupping her full cheeks, an ass he loved to massage and squeeze. He loved even more the soft sounds she made against his mouth. Pressed tight to him, her splendid breasts, squashed against his chest, their cushion reminded him how much he enjoyed them.

I must touch. Taste.

It became an imperative need. He manhandled her, bringing her body forward over him so that her bosom hung over his mouth. They practically spilled from the square neckline, so it took only a little manipulation to have them heave out. He allowed her to sit back down on his chest but only so he could free his hands to cup those gorgeous mounds.

Palming her heavy breasts, he admired them as he brushed a thumb over her nipple. Instantly, it shriveled into a tight bud. He drew her forward so that her breasts hung over his mouth. He licked the tip of one, and a shudder rocked her body.

Angling his mouth, he brought himself close enough to truly play with those pebbled delights. As his mouth latched onto one protruding nipple, he allowed his fingers to tug and twist the other.

He could gauge her enjoyment via her cries of pleasure, by how she arched, pressing her plump breast against his mouth, encouraging him to take more.

So he did. He inhaled the tip into his mouth, sucking and biting. With every gasp she emitted, with every soft mewl and quiver in her body, the tension within him built.

So responsive to his touch. So…gone from his face.

He almost roared when she took them away. But not too far. Oh hell, what was she planning?

His bride knelt between his legs, her dress pulled down under her breasts, the skin of them flushed. Her skirt billowed out around her when she crouched, but of more interest to his avid gaze was what she did.

Nimble fingers undid the buttons to his shirt and spread it, baring his chest. She raked nails down the flesh, drawing a shiver from him and then a shudder as her hands didn’t stop at the waistband to his trousers.

A slip of the button, a whir as a zipper descended and she gasped as she beheld him.

“You went commando to our wedding?”

Before he could reply, she did with an “awesome” that ended up somewhat garbled as she drew him into her mouth.

At that point, he just about came. And then she pressed her breasts around him as she sucked the tip. Covered him in soft flesh and then slid his shaft back and forth while keeping a latch.

Yeah. He was a goner.

Leo’s essence spurted hotly, and she captured every drop. He bellowed her name as he came, such a lovely sound.

Such a wonderful man.

My man.

Her mate who retained a certain hardness even though he came. She sucked at him for a moment until he growled, “My turn.”

His turn? How did he figure that? She’d just made him climax.

Except by his turn, he really meant hers.

“Get on your back,” he demanded.

Instead, she rolled to her knees and peered over her shoulder at him. “You’re not the only one with a fantasy,” she observed.

“Best. Wedding. Present. Ever.” Leo apparently liked where this was headed. His hand ran over the curve of her ass then down until he found the fluffy edge of her skirt. Slowly, he pulled the fabric up and away from her thighs and buttocks.

Still watching him over her shoulder, she noted his cock already bobbing again. He drew closer, closer. She shivered, but he surprised her. Instead of sinking into her, he bent over and his tongue lapped at her sex.

Dear heaven.

Back and forth he licked, the lithe motion exciting. The flick of his tongue on her clitoris breathtaking. The plunge of two fingers into her channel moan worthy.

Slowly, he pleasured her, each thrust of his digits and swipe of his tongue building her bliss, building into a tower that threatened to topple.

“Now, please,” she practically sobbed.

She didn’t have to beg twice. He shuffled on the bed until he knelt directly behind her, the tip of his cock nudging her wet slit. He eased the head in slowly.

Too slowly.

She rammed back against him, echoing his cried, “Ah,” at the suddenness.

But oh, the pleasure.

Finally, he was in her. Stretching her. He also moved within her, short, grinding thrusts that pressed the swollen head of him against her most sensitive spot.

Over and over. Push. Grind. Squeeze.
Oh.

The joining was so perfect, so intense, it took only the smallest pinch of his teeth on her skin, just hard enough to break skin, for her to come apart.

Awareness slammed into her as he laid his claim on her, as he truly made her his mate, not just in the eyes of human law but in primal law as well.

They both let loose a wild roar as their ecstasy hit, a wave like no other.

As her climax shuddered through her, she cried, “Harder. Harder.”

And he gave it to her. Pounded her fast, hard, fully. Against her ass, he slapped, his body a perfect fit for her, a body that could handle her and her passion.

How hot his cream as it bathed her womb. How voice-stealing her own orgasm as number two wrung her hoarse.

As their heart rates slowed, their bodies cooled, and they came down from their high, Leo spooned her. He collapsed to his side and drew her against him, fitting her against his body. Holding her.

It was wonderful. Perfect.

Crack
!

So of course the bed chose that moment to break on one side and tilt them toward the floor.

“Damn you, universe,” she shouted, shaking a fist.

And what did Leo do at this perfect example of a catastrophe?

He laughed while she rawred.