Chapter Fifteen
Oren
He came home with me.
When we went out to dinner, I never saw that coming.
I never intended to get him to do that, just wanted to spend more time getting to know the omega my wolf and I agreed was our fated.
Then he shared something so personal, I was still reeling—and my wolf’s plan for murder was growing more in depth.
Fortunately, I didn’t get the impression Noble’s ex lived anywhere near here, and I had no intention of finding out where he was.
If I went to jail for murder, it might feel good for the moment, but then I’d be locked up and unable to do anything to take care of my omega.
Rather, I’d be laying a burden of guilt on him due to my actions.
It wasn’t practical, for sure. And if not for having a wolf with opinions, it wouldn’t have come up.
We entered and I flicked on some lights in the living room. “Would you like anything to drink?”
“I just want”—he looked me right in the eye—“you.”
“Oh, omega. You have me now and for as long as you want me.” I took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Turning on the light beside the bed, I sat him down on the edge of the mattress.
“Alpha, do we have to have the light?”
“No, we don’t but I would like to. I have told you how beautiful I find you.”
He squeezed his eyes closed tight then opened them. “I’ll try.”
“You are very brave, omega mine.”
“I’m glad you think so. I feel braver when I’m with you.”
“I’m so honored that you want to be with me.
” Kneeling, I removed his shoes, one by one, then his socks.
Then the rest of his clothes, piece by piece, stroking and caressing and kissing each inch of skin revealed.
Where the scars ended, his skin was perfect, and I could see how he’d been a model.
I’d never put a whole lot of thought into my own looks, but his had been his living and his sense of self.
After he was nude, he scooted back and watched me take off my own clothes.
I crawled up next to him and kissed him, sinking into the sweetness of his lips and the warmth of his breath.
He clung to me, heart thudding against my chest. His fingers trailed up and down my back, raising goose bumps in their wake.
“Alpha, you really don’t find me ugly? Not even the scarred parts?”
“Beautiful. Every bit of you because you are you.”
He sighed. “That is how I feel about you. But you are beautiful.”
“As are you.” I cut off any further argument with kisses and reached between us to find him slick and more than ready for me. I would have loved to take all night, but we were both hard and I moved to lie on top of him. “Omega, I love you.”
“I love you too, alpha. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
“I can never say no to you.”
He gripped my shoulders, panting, and miracle of miracles, holding my gaze.
“You are so brave and strong, omega mine.” I fitted the head of my cock to his slick hole and drove inside. So tight. So hot. He closed around me like warm velvet, and I bit my lip to keep from coming instantly. “And I am on the edge of my control.”
“Don’t wait or be slow, alpha. Please. I need you now.”
No more words were necessary. We wanted one another, and I plunged into him again and again, going faster and faster, reaching for his cock, wanting to bring him with me over the edge.
It was going too fast, but it felt incredible.
My mate panted and moaned and encouraged me and then gasped, and his cum splashed on my stomach.
I wasn’t strong enough to resist that sound, that feel…the scent. And I followed him over the edge, pumping cum into his body. My knot swelled, and I rolled to the side, carrying him along to meet me face-to-face before piercing his neck with my fangs.
Marking him. Mine. A whole other kind of scar, right below the crescent moon.
No sooner had I withdrawn my fangs and lapped the wound closed than I gasped. A sharp pain. He’d bitten me in return. Wanted me to wear his mark.
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. “Omega mine, I thank you.”
“Salty,” he said. “And also sweet. Mine.”