Oath of the Alpha - Eva Dresden Page 0,95

her scream his name just once more.

Yet, nothing came.

There was just a trickling heat against his cheeks and pressure upon his chest. So slight it didn’t even strain his breaths, it squirmed and bounced.

That couldn’t be right, though. The dead felt nothing, or at least only the shadow of sensation. He shouldn’t feel the slap of a hand against his cheek or a dainty palm slamming into his shoulder as miserable, hot breaths panted at his neck.

With a groan that hurt every inch of his body, Er’it realized he was alive. Alive and breathing, with Aida screaming at him, he could feel her tears trickling over his skin as she begged for him to wake much as he had done with her.

“Open your eyes, you stupid ass. Wake up, you-you Shukai slug fucker!”

“Where did you even hear that?” Er’it asked, words grinding through his throat and leaving it a bloody ruin.

Aida screamed, throwing herself down upon him. Now he felt every ounce of her, crushing what little breath he’d managed to drag into his aching chest. He’d die before telling her to move, not while her sweet kisses feathered over his neck and cheek to land square upon his lips where she breathed the intoxicating rush of bitter sadness and sweet elation into him.

Sobbing as she continued to kiss him, Aida grabbed at his arms, and they both tried to force his lax arms to close around her. Blood and strength seeped back into him in a slow tide until he was able to grab hold. Crushing her against him, he growled when she pulled her lips away.

“Kiss me,” he said, putting as much command as he could manage into the weak request.

“I need to get the others, get you help!”

Aida was already trying to free herself from him. Er’it wouldn’t surrender her, not now that he had her back when he’d thought her lost to him. With a guttural groan, he managed to tumble them over, pinning her beneath him. It didn’t matter that he was still so weak. His weight was more than enough to keep her where he wished. Lips turned into a sly smile at the sight of her wide, red-rimmed eyes, he captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss. Starved for her from even a few moments apart, he knew, no matter the length of time, it would always be too long.

“You must rest,” Aida said, breathless when he released her.

“I’ve rested enough.” And he had. Feeling more alive than ever, rejuvenated as he stole more precious kisses from his sweet Omega, he ground the thickening length of his cock against her thigh.

“Er’it, I—”

“Do you refuse your king?” he asked in a dangerous growl, wedging his knee between her legs.

“I am not your—”

“You are mine and only mine!”

“You are being ridiculous. Let me up and allow me to send for Maruk or—”

“I will give you a hundred castles. Thousands of adoring subjects. Anything your heart desires if you but let me have this now.”

“I do not wish those things,” Aida whispered, giving his chest a weak shove.

“What do you wish, Aida?” Er’it asked, easing between her trembling thighs to give her a gentle, teasing thrust. A mere taste of what he would give her, it was still enough to make her lashes flutter and a sigh slip through her warm, red lips.

“I... I want…” Aida sniffled, tears once again shining in her star-strewn gaze.

“I will give you all my love, my heart, my soul,” Er’it rasped, pushing his face against her neck only to turn his mouth to the wound at her shoulder. Mouthing the angry red lines, he added, “And a dozen of our children to play at your feet, a…a…”

“A family?” Aida asked, voice thick and catching on a sob.

“One that shall never be torn apart,” he swore, blinking hard against the sting in his eyes.

Aida sobbed, flinging her arms around his neck. A baffled moment passed before she pushed her smiling lips against his, her tongue seeking shy entrance. Growl resonating from deep within his chest, Er’it took over with ferocious tenderness, violating her with sweet abandon as he rocked back onto his knees and took her with him. Taking in her breathless giggle, he smiled at her blush before claiming her mouth once more.

“A dozen sons,” he said with a deep rumble, the arm low on her hips grinding Aida against his thick length.

“A dozen?” she asked with a shake of her head, carding her fingers through his hair to clench

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