15. Chapter Fifteen #2
She squeals as I increase my speed at the same time she falls over the edge.
Slick heat trails down my arm and chin in streams, drenching my shirt in her arousal.
I try to drink everything she gives me, not wanting to waste anything if I can help it.
I don’t know when will be the next time she deems me worthy of being between her legs again. I refuse to waste this moment.
I remain on my knees, pulling back from Lennon’s warmth after I’ve cleaned her up to the best of my ability.
Her chest rises and falls in slow pants and I watch as her pulse pounds beneath her skin.
Her head is still thrown back, elongating the sensitive soft flesh of her throat.
My mouth salivates to kiss her there. To claim every inch of her skin and to take my fucking time doing it.
But I am forced to remain rooted to my spot.
The temptation to mark her is strong. It would be so easy, too.
I could so easily hold her to me, sink my teeth into her neck, bonding her to me forever.
No amount of distance she could put between us would make her any less mine.
And when she would finally descend into heat, the madness of the moment would have her marking me in return.
I want it so badly it becomes hard to breathe.
That’s all I can think of. I want to feel her in my chest. I want to drown in her more than I already do.
A selfish part of me wants her to drown in me, too.
For it to be me she goes to bed thinking of.
For me to be the first thing she thinks of when she wakes.
I want to be the one warming her nest. Bringing her pleasure every single night.
But I fucked the chances of that by my own brutish actions.
Marking her in the way I did was the wrong thing to do.
Sure, she is mine, but that doesn’t make any of it okay.
I will be paying for that mistake for the rest of my life.
Even more so when she asks if that’s the part I’m sorry for.
Because I’m anything but. Knowing she’s walking around with my name on her skin, a permanent reminder that no matter what she tells herself, that she’s mine…
It does something to me. It’s the only thing that makes fucking sense to me.
Lennon will always be mine. I believe that more now than I ever did before.
I thought that out of everything we’d done, that was the worst.
But it wasn’t.
The worst part about all this was that we let her walk away.
Finally, Lennon looks down at me. She doesn’t say anything. She simply just observes me. And I let her. I let her see every single ugly part of me. Every single feeling that I have kept tied up inside of me, not wanting it to break the person I have been fronting for the better part of a year.
“Stay,” she demands as she slides off the bench. I don’t move, I just watch. Her hips sway seductively as she makes her way over to the pile of sharpened blades. Collecting a single blade, Lennon turns back toward me, dragging a single finger over the edge.
“You marked me. It’s only fair that I return the favor.”
Fuck. I may have very well just come in my pants from nothing but her words. It’s like I manifested this moment.
“Take your shirt off.”
I am already ripping my top off, not caring where it lands nor to the condition it is now in. I will be adding that one to my collection of things that have been marked by Lennon.
She stands in front of me, appraising my chest, trying to find the right spot. Fuck, she can mark every single inch of me. I want everyone to see who it is that I belong to. The only woman that I will ever kneel before.
My Omega.
“Don’t move,” she demands, bending down and digging the blade into my left pec. Right over my heart.
Appropriate.
The organ already belongs to her. Every inch of me does. It would be nothing for her to pierce the blade in just that little bit deeper. To rip it right out of my chest.
I feel the blood drip down my body, slow drips mixing in with the slick that covered me only moments ago.
I’m never going to shower after this. Each slice into my skin sends spikes of lightning sharp pain through my entire body, but I don’t move.
My Omega commanded it, so I will listen.
We all saw what happened when I didn’t. Each drag of the blade has my cock jumping in response.
Needing more. Needing her to do her damage because I’m not going anywhere.
The way she makes me feel is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and the version of her that’s returned to me, the version I always knew existed somewhere beneath layers of uncertainty, speaks to me in a way no other has before. She is fucking everything.
We might have fucked things all the way up but fate knew what it was doing when it made her our scent match.
When it made her mine. Because there’s no other person alive more suited to me than she is.
She brings all my Alpha instincts to the surface, to the point where I don’t want to be the cool, calm and collected man everyone knows me to be.
I want to be the wild, untamed beast she makes me.
Because that part of me? The part that speaks in her language. The one she’s speaking right now, has never felt more understood. Her shadow spills over the shape of me as she slices, each cut like a shot straight into my bloodstream, and I’ll never get enough.
The moment she finishes, she pulls the blade away to examine her work. I look down as well, finding the jagged lines of her name carved so perfectly into my skin.
“You may be mine, Dominic, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you. You will grovel at my feet like the desperate little Alpha you are. If you want me, you will earn me back.”
I nod. Doesn’t she know that I would do whatever she asked of me?
“No more bullshit, Dominic. I refuse to be fucked over by you or anyone else ever again.”
“Never again,” I whisper, vowing it to her right here and now. Never again will I hurt her. Never again will I make the mistake of going against that primal urge inside of me that demands me to look after my Omega. To give her the love and care that she has earned.
“You will get no more chances.”
I hear the finality in her tone. It only reinforces just how serious she is.
I won’t deny how nervous that makes me. I don’t know if I will ever fully guarantee not to make mistakes.
That there won’t be times where I won’t piss her off.
But this time, it will all be in her name. I hope she understands that.
With a final look at my face, she turns, leaving me kneeling and bleeding in the wake of her destruction.
If this is what damnation feels like, then I’ll build my altar in her shadow and thank whatever god she believes in for sending me there.