*`Excerpt Reveal: OMISSION PART 2 by Elena M. Reyes`*

 

OMISSION PART 2 by Elena M. Reyes is releasing on April 5th.
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Anaya:

“Hello, little mate.”

Three sweet words, and they eviscerated the very foundation I once stood upon.

Because I’d resigned myself to a life of sadness and pain without a mate. Without love. Each day, I’d been slowly dying inside under my father’s oppressive hold—the constant pain his lies caused—while he arranged my marriage to a man I both loathe and fear.

My people turned a blind eye to this. They just didn’t care.

And yet, one look into the Wiccan King’s possessive eyes, and my world came alive with color.

In this male, I found love. Acceptance. A home.

Three things I will fight to keep. Will bleed for.

Leonardo:

Their biggest mistake was touching what is mine.

This pure and innocent soul given to me by the Gods that I treasure above all else. Above duty. Above vendettas yet to be fulfilled because nothing matters more than her happiness, and if I must eradicate an entire kingdom to protect her, so mote it be.

I wear her mark on my cock with pride. My female is the only one I’d bend a knee for.

I’M A KING.

A PROTECTOR.

I’m irrevocably tied to her until my last dying breath, and even then, I’ll still be hers.

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EXCERPT REVEAL

“My precious one.” It’s a deep, yet sleep-filled rumble from his chest. The sound’s low and a bit garbled, yet I understand each word clearly. Accept them as the gift they are and tilt my head up, finding his face pinched and brows furrowed. It shows his frustration over something—the bond between us clamoring with an unfulfilled need—before two thick fingers dig deeper and I whimper.

Not from pain, but from desire.

Moreover, the sound soothes something in my Wiccan king. That tightness lessens immediately, his face appearing almost boyish in his rest, and I bite back another wanton sound—I don’t want him to wake up just yet—while the pads of his fingers skim from one side to the other. Leo does this three times, tracing the roundness of each cheek, back and forth, before settling over the cleft.

There he taps a few times; Leo’s playing a tune only he can hear in his sleep. Something that escalates from sweet to dirty on the next sweep as he pushes against the parted flesh.

At first, I freeze, hunger warring with the unease of the unknown. I’d lost my virginity just a few hours ago, but the pressure feels good. Exciting. Moreover, that pulse that travels through the touch of mates—this electrical current that pleasures every cell in my body—is currently thrumming against the erogenous zone, and I welcome it.

My king’s touch.

The heat from his skin.

With each shiver he pulls from me, the goosebumps that rise across my sensitive flesh, I find myself pressing into his grip. Something he approves of, if the low growl in his chest is anything to go by.

My eyes never leave his face while he explores, though. I follow his unconscious petting and part my legs just enough to make it easier to reach what we both desire. Because I want this. My nerves don’t deter me or alter my desire for this man to own every piece of me. Just like the soreness, the imprint of his thickness from our earlier lovemaking doesn’t abate my hunger.

Each hole will bear his signature of ownership.

Each drop of my arousal is the property of King Leonardo Moore.

I vowed this the moment my fangs pierced his c*ck, leaving behind my mating mark. One he’s thanked me profusely for with each earlier kiss, stroke, and grunted praise.

And I’ve never felt so loved. So purely wanted for simply being me.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: ELENA M. REYES
Elena M. Reyes is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.

As a small child, she was always intrigued by all forms of art: whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure, but it wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world.

She’s a short and sassy Latina with an adorable pup, a kiddo that keeps her on her toes, and a husband who claims she’ll cause him to go bald prematurely. Lol

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