I am good at keeping track of time. It’s essential on my missions. Who knew that it would come in handy in bed?
I lick over my dry lips, tossing my sweaty hair over my shoulders.
Bird redoubles his efforts.
I groan, feeling as pulled taut as an elastic band.
I stare up at the ceiling, lost in the white.
Is this what flying feels like?
I could die in this moment with my Omega between my thighs.
“Two minutes.” I clutch at the blankets.
There…just there…
“One minute…”
Is he going to do it?
I’m almost there.
I’m the bird now.
I’m soaring free.
Almost…
Bird’s gentle fingers circle and then tap my clit, and I jerk at the teasing. Then he is sucking vigorously on my clit.
I scream, and my back arches. “Bird.”
This is freedom.
To my surprise, I feel answering pleasure through the bond from Bird, and it pushes my pleasure even higher in the aftershocks.
Bird kisses tenderly over my pussy, as if in thanks.
I collapse backward on the bed.
Breathing hard, I blink up at the ceiling. “Fuck, you’ve killed me.”
“Wouldn’t that be treason?” Bird crawls onto the bed with a sleepy smile. “Have I earned a beheading rather than a spanking?”
“Stop joking about being killed,” I grumble.
I drag Bird to lie next to me, and he nuzzles against my neck.
I love that I can smell my scent on his lips.
I pull him into a kiss, and he purrs.
“You earned your reward,” I murmur. “Good Omega.”
Bird’s purr deepens. He cuddles closer against my side.
I glance down at his pants. “Want to get those down, so I can take care of you?”