25. Epilogue Daria
Several Months Later
T urns out I had resurrected my bestie with an unintentional hope and a prayer. My desperate mind wanted her back so much that I inadvertently made it happen. That and the fact that Angie was still in ghost form, so I didn’t need to be around her body to bring her back. Being a mated omega necromancer really was a power-up. Only my gifts were limited to bringing her back in one piece and not so much making her beautiful again. Rorrick’s magic aided him in looking like his old self. Angie didn’t have such magic.
However, there was no way Angie would survive looking like something out of a horror movie. Fortunately for her, my former boss, Lila, knew a fae with expert glamour magic, and she brought Angie back to her former glory. I suspected there were also some enhancements done. You couldn’t even tell she was glamoured, not by smell or touch. She’d have to get regular maintenance every few years, but this was a great deal until we found something more permanent. Angie got to look beautiful, and she would never age because she was the undead. Also, she was dating Sam, which I thought was adorable, considering they were both the undead. That didn’t mean they’d be a great couple, but they seemed to be going strong over the last several months. Sam was maintaining his addiction recovery and working at some nonprofit that he seemed to enjoy.
Of course, getting Angie a job to support herself when she’d been legally dead for a few years was another matter, but we were working out her citizenship status as an undead through the legal process. It turns out that this was rare but not unknown. I vaguely recalled an undead actor making a comeback after his death.
And on the topic of the undead, I also managed to help those ghosts in the cemetery. It took a bit of sleuthing, which I mostly put on Angie since she had the free time. However, most of the ghosts were able to cross over. We had two left to help, and it felt good to finally be in a place to help a ghost beyond reanimating them for the police.
All in all, my life seemed to be bigger than it was before. I had my bestie back in physical form, more friends through the coven than I’d ever had, and I now owned the bakery. It turns out that Lila was very open to selling it, and she gave me a generous discount. I was too scared before to ask her to sell it, but after being kidnapped and facing down demons and orcs, well, your girl got a bit more courage in her. I was already expanding the menu and making it a proper breakfast and lunch café. I planned to rename it at some point but wanted to take my time and build my reputation after the expansion.
I winced from the repetitive prick of the needle in my right forearm, bringing my mind back to the present. I was sitting in the back of Marcus’ tattoo shop after hours one Thursday night, finally having summoned the courage to get a tattoo. Naturally, my first tattoo would be of an open book with hearts popping out of it. In retrospect, I think I was a bit ambitious, considering my low pain tolerance.
Marcus bent closer to me, and his bittersweet scent's aroma calmed me just a little. “So, in the book The Cyborg Who Loved Me , what did you think of the male lead?”
I rolled my eyes. “I thought he was a jerk at the beginning. He was so cold.”
Marcus chuckled. “Well, he was mostly a robot whose brain had been tampered to remove his emotions. But somehow, she got through to him. I liked him. Stoic and protective. Now the female M.C., Lydia, was a brat.”
I balled my hands into fists as I tried to ignore the pain. I knew he was trying to distract me by discussing the latest book we’d been reading for our little book club. I was still amazed he seemed to enjoy reading romance books and preferring science fiction and fantasy romance over contemporary. He was now even finding ones to recommend for us to read. It was cute. He was cute. I loved him to pieces. “I don’t think she was a brat. She got saddled with a grumpy cyborg she didn’t want who wouldn’t get away from her.”
I closed my eyes, releasing a breath. I was not getting stabbed in the arm repeatedly by a tiny needle. I was on a sunny beach drinking a pina colada.
“You’re doing so well. Not much more,” Marcus whispered.
His quiet voice still had the effect of tickling my lady parts. I was definitely a fan of praise. “What was your favorite spicy part?”
“Hmm, I liked it when she found him spying on her, taking a bubble bath, and she invited him in. That was a hot scene. How she straddled him, and at first, he didn’t know what to do because he’d never had sex before. Which was kind of sad.”
I smiled. “He had no emotions or bodily desires, so it made sense. That was a good scene. I also liked it when he woke her up, giving her cunnilingus. It was a bit of dubious consent, but she didn’t seem to mind, and he didn’t fully understand personal boundaries.”
Marcus returned my smile. “Would you be upset if I did something like that to you? Tasting you before you woke up. Your pleasure all mine.”
I bit my lip considering it. The image of him waking me up with his tongue over my clit hardened my nipples. “I wouldn’t be mad at it. What about you?”
“Oh, I definitely wouldn’t be mad at it.” He straightened up, lifting his tattoo needle. “All done, baby. You were such a good girl for me. My best client yet. I can’t wait to do it again.”
I might just let him with the way he said that last part. I think. I felt like I was mixing getting a tattoo with sex, and it was all very confusing. I looked down at the tattoo and smiled. It was tiny but detailed. I loved it, and I loved that it came from him. “You do great work.”
“I love seeing my work on your arm and my ring on your finger. I think I’ve marked you in every way now.”
I still felt a rush of giddiness. After our bond was muted, we continued to date. I felt a bit hollow at the loss of connection, not to mention the lesson of my power. However, my feelings were still strong. Nothing shifted, in fact, they only grew over the months. We mostly stayed at each other’s places while dating. It felt weird on the days we slept apart. We’d connected so quickly because of being together for almost three weeks, night and day, that it felt like going backward to sleep apart. Not that we didn’t have days where we didn’t.
I grinned. “I think you have. I kind of like it. How much do I owe you, mister?”
Marcus snorted. “Free of charge, but I don’t mind tips.”
“Why kind of tipping do you have in mind?” I asked as he covered the tattoo up.
He gave me a sly look. “Well, there was a particular scene in the book that I wanted to recreate.”
I raised my brows and looked around. “Now? Here?”
It was night, but the front of the shop was all windows.
He walked backward, crooking his finger. “Follow me.”
I got off the bench and followed him to a backroom that looked like it was used as a break room with a table and chairs, sink, microwave, and refrigerator.
“Take off your clothes, but leave on your bra and panties,” he said in his quiet voice. His face was neutral, and I couldn’t tell what he was thinking with our bond muted.
I didn’t waste any more time, and I obeyed his request until I was exposed to just my underthings. Thankfully, I’d put on a satin teal set that complemented my curves. Ever since getting a partner, a girl had to stay ready.
Marcus tilted his head as he admired me. “Good girl. Sit on the table for me, baby, and spread your legs.”
Feeling my slick already dampening my panties, I propped my feet on the table and spread my legs. There was no doubt, with my thighs open like this, that he could see my dampness.
His blue eyes darkened as he admired me. I could already see him harden beneath his black joggers. “Do you remember the scene in the dining room?” he asked, slowly walking toward me.
I wracked my brain and quickly came up with the scene, my body tightening at the memory. “Yes, when they had sex on the table.”
He dropped to his knees between my thighs and kissed the insides of my knees. “And he said, ‘I’m so lucky to have you. You have changed my world. I love you more each day, each hour, each minute. I want nothing more than to be in your presence until I rust.’ I think that was my favorite line.”
I exhaled slowly, my heart seemingly squeezing at him, reciting the words. This man was full of surprises. “You memorized that passage?”
He gazed up at me, and the look in his eyes nearly took my breath away. There was love there, and it melted me. “I memorized it because I felt it. About you. My little flower.”
Before I could respond, he leaned in further and kissed my center. His tongue soon followed, swiping over my covered pussy lips. The pressure from his mouth ignited my core as his tongue swirled over my clit.
“Marcus,” I whined, struggling not to squeeze my legs together and trap him between my thighs.
That seemed to encourage him, and he increased his speed, dragging his tongue over the thin material and then back to my clit. The indirect contact didn’t block the intensity from his mouth. In fact, the friction only heightened the pleasure, sending me over the edge until I exploded. My legs shook from the orgasm as his mouth continued to lick my pussy lips until I came again.
He leaned back, licking his lips. “You taste so sweet.”
“I don’t think that line was in the book.”
He cocked a brow, standing up. His dick looked like it would tear a hole through his pants. “I had to adlib.” He then pulled down his pants and briefs in one go.
I lifted my butt to take off my panties, but he made a stop motion with his hand. “Stay like that. He fucked her with her panties on.”
I rolled my lips together, my body trembling with anticipation. He bent forward and dragged his dick over my slick, covered pussy. I moaned, opening my legs wider for him, and he slid my panties to the side. He rocked forward, slowly filling me and brushing over every part of me, curling my toes. I grabbed his arms as he thrust into me, increasing his speed. It was still a tight fit, but my body had now gotten used to his size, requiring less preparation.
“Do you remember what else he said to her on the table?” he asked, breath coming short.
I was practically panting now. “He wanted to know how it felt to be fucked.”
“How does it feel, baby?”
“A fullness. A mind-blowing, body-igniting, fullness.”
He groaned. “I like that.”
Not much longer after that, I felt his release inside me, hot and bringing me to another orgasm. He jerked inside of me, and I ran my hands up and down his arms, enjoying the feeling and sight of him letting go because of me.
When he finally stopped spilling inside me, he pulled out of me. Picking me up, he sat us down on a nearby chair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and smirked at him. “We’ll need to clean the furniture before we leave.”
He laughed. “That was your first thought?”
I shook my head. “Also, do I tip well? I feel more like you did the tipping.”
He gave me a quick peck on the lips. “Your tip was perfect, my love.”
I raised a brow. “My love? Well, now I feel special.”
He tapped his forehead to mine. “You are special.”
It was time now. “I want your bond back. It’s been almost eight months without it. I love you, Marcus. My alpha.”
I felt his chest vibrate as a purr erupted from him and a warmth spread through me. “Are you sure? There’s no rush.”
I nodded and then pointed to my purse in the chair beside us. “I have two vials in there for us. It breaks the muting.”
He furrowed his brows. “When did you do that?”
I patted his cheek with a smile. “Picked it up yesterday. I wanted to surprise you. We don’t have to do it n-“
Before I could finish my sentence, he leaned over and rummaged through my bag. In no time, he found the pouch with the two vials. I laughed. “So, I take it you want the bond back, too?”
He handed me a vial and then took the top off his. “I want the bond back. I want to marry you. I want you. Always, my omega.” He then tipped it back and drank.
I paused, sipping my own potion. My heart fluttered at his words. Had he indirectly proposed to me? “You want to marry me?”
He gave me a curt nod, his face very certain. “Do you want to marry me?”
I grinned, my heart pounding so loudly in my ears I could barely think. I shook with happiness, almost spilling my potion. “Yes!” I then drank, not wanting to waste any more time. A wave of emotion, visions of Marcus’s life, and welcomed warmth spread through me. It felt so right.
Marcus released a shudder of relief, his eyes filled with a sparkle of emotion. He squeezed me at the waist. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For staying.”
I had stayed. It felt almost like a long-ago dream when we first met. I couldn’t imagine then that this orc, this warmhearted, thoughtful soul, would change my life. We’d changed each other’s lives. I felt braver, stronger. Of course, I would stay. I wanted to stay with him forever.
No need to escape.
Look out for the next book in this standalone omegaverse series. This time we return to the fae world and the human realm with some familiar faces in How to Fail at Dumping an Alpha Dragon .
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