His Omega's Keeper

“Oh!” I gasped. “Oh, Jake! What…what are you doing?”

“Healing you.” He looked up, his lips shiny with my juices. “The same compounds that help you stretch for me can also heal your wounds,” he explained. “And since you and I have been so…intimate, my body makes more of them when I breathe in your scent. Do you want me to go on?” He raised his eyebrows at me inquiringly.

“Y-yes, please,” I stammered. “If…if you really want to, I mean.”

“Of course I want to—I want to do so much we can’t and shouldn’t do,” he murmured. “But at least I can do this—at least I can heal you.”

“All right, Jake…” I relaxed back on the bed, though I kept my eyes on him. “I trust you—go ahead and…and heal me.”

“Thank you, baby,” he murmured. “Spread your legs a little wider for me and let me in. Need to really bathe that soft little pussy with my tongue in order to be sure you’re healed. Okay?”

“Okay,” I whispered and parted my legs even wider, opening myself completely.

Jake seemed to like what he saw because he gave a low groan and pressed forward again.

This time he didn’t just taste me—he traced my pussy with his tongue, slipping it gently inside me and bathing the small wound he had made in his fur form.

I moaned softly and tried to hold still, but somehow my hips kept twitching as he licked me. His tongue felt so soothing, so right. But though the aching pain which had been with me for so long was finally easing, I couldn’t help feeling like I needed something else…

At last, he sat back and nodded in apparent satisfaction.

“There, baby—you’re all healed,” he murmured.

“Thank you, Jake.” I shifted my hips again, restlessly. I was trying to sound grateful, but the ever-burning desire inside me had been made much, much worse by the feel of his tongue sliding inside me and his hot breath on my inner thighs.

He looked up at me.

“Oh, I’m not done yet, baby. Still need to help back down your Heat Cycle.”

“How…how will you do that?” I whispered.

Jake’s pale gold eyes were suddenly half-lidded and his voice went low with desire.

“By licking you, baby—by eating your soft little pussy until you come all over my face. Come as many times as you need to in order to feel better.”

“Oh, Jake…” I nibbled my lower lip, feeling my whole body tense with need at his words. “I’ve never…no one’s ever done that to me before,” I admitted.

“I know it, little Ani,” he murmured, stroking my inner thighs gently. “You were an innocent virgin before me. I never should have done what I did to you.”

“You didn’t have any choice,” I pointed out. “Please, Jake, I don’t blame you—I’m just…I’m not sure what to expect.”

“Nothing but pleasure, sweetheart,” he murmured, stroking my thighs again. “Just relax and let me taste you…open yourself up and let me make you come.”

“I…I’ll try,” I whispered.

“I’ll be gentle,” Jake promised. “Just relax, baby.”

Then he bent his head between my thighs and licked me again.

But this time it was different. Before, he’d been trying to heal the little hurt place. This time, he bathed my entire pussy with his tongue, lapping me from bottom to top like I was an ice cream cone in danger of melting on a hot day.

I was melting, all right—melting under my stepbrother’s tongue! I moaned and bucked my hips up as he lapped over my aching clit. God, that felt good! I’d never had any idea that anything could feel that good! Once again I felt the familiar sensation of a wire tightening in my belly, a wire that would snap if only he would keep on doing what he was doing…

I didn’t need to worry—Jake didn’t seem to have any desire to stop. In fact, with a low groan, he wrapped his arms around my legs and pressed forward again, burying his face between my thighs and lapping hard and long before circling my throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Jake!” I gasped, bucking my hips again. Somehow I found I had woven my fingers through his thick, black hair and I was tugging him closer, needing more…more.

Jake seemed to understand what I needed, because he lapped harder, sucking my clit between his lips and teasing it relentlessly as sparks of pleasure rushed through me, making me feel like my entire body was igniting.

“Jake!” I moaned. “Oh, God, Jake!”

It felt so good, so right to have his tongue on me, in me, but somehow I needed something else—something more intense.

Jake seemed to know exactly what I needed. The next moment, I felt two long fingers slipping deep in my pussy. He found the end of my channel and pushed hard, simulating what would happen there during a knotting, I guessed.