Chapter Secrets
Secrets
A minute passed before I came down from the high of the orgasm Dane woke me up with—it hit me.
I had one trigger, and the sex-god of my dreams chose to do it.
Waking up to a man between my legs should have been my living hell.
I’d read enough dark stories to know the tropes, but the reality was supposed to be different.
Amos had made sure of that. I should have been screaming, clawing my way back to a past I couldn’t escape, but I wasn’t. I was just… warm.
Amos used to take what he wanted from me when he wanted it.
No explanation was needed. Nor was consent a thing in his world.
I was his—to have and to do with as he pleased.
Something so normal for him haunted my sleep.
Not only had I made it through the night without a single nightmare, I hadn’t burst into tears when I woke up to Dane’s tongue in my pussy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dane asked. His morning voice was lower than normal, gravelly. It made my core tingle. I’d just come all over his face and not even five minutes later I was ready to go again.
“Like what?” I rasped. I’d run a marathon, or I sounded like it.
My cheeks flushed, and hopefully he didn’t see my fat.
I was alone with a man like this and my only concern was the fact he might notice I never stepped foot in a gym.
I snorted. That’s how I knew I was losing it.
My Omega instincts purred in agreement, and I chose to ignore the humiliating thrill of it.
“Like you didn’t know I was the devil himself here to feast on your soul,” he chuckled.
“Uh, I…” I trailed off, breaking into a nervous laugh. He leaned down and kissed the beauty mark at the top of my pussy. The laughter died in my throat. There was nothing funny about Dane’s proximity to my spread legs.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Are you complaining?” He didn’t wait for an answer, pressing kisses to every inch of me.
“No, I’m definitely not,” I laughed.
“Your reward.” He spoke against my skin, never stopping the assault of kisses.
“For?” I asked.
“Babygirl. It isn’t easy to make me blow a load,” he chuckled.
“Now who’s using pretty words?” I hummed. He bit the inside of my thigh and I flushed.
“I’m serious. You sucked me like a succubus. As if my come would give you eternal life. You know what? I wouldn’t be surprised,” he murmured. His warm breath against my skin caused goosebumps to rise.
“I thought you were angry with me,” I teased.
“Are you reminding me?” he asked.
“No,” I squeaked. I moved my fingers across my closed lips, zipping them shut.
“Mm, that sounded like a challenge to me,” he hummed.
“It wasn’t, sir,” I teased.
I ran my fingers through his hair, making sure to drag my nails along his scalp.
His eyes darkened and his chest vibrated with a low growl—the sexiest sound in the world—and right now, it was all mine.
Dane made my heart warm, and I was trying hard not to let my thoughts ruin the moment.
I played with the hair at his nape before he pulled away.
He sat up, his muscles pulling taut, and the sight of his abs made my mouth water.
I’d die a happy woman if I got to map every inch of that stomach with my tongue.
“Like the view?” he teased.
“Y-yeah, I really fucking do.” His gaze turned serious at my breathy admission, all hint of laughter disappeared from his face.
“Did he hurt you?” Dane asked, quietly. His voice was low, and an aura of danger surrounded him. The hair on my arms stood up, but I was at a point in my life where I knew the difference between dangerous and being in danger.
“What?” I asked.
“Did the dumb ass at the party put his hands on you?” he clarified.
“What are you going to do about it if he did?” I asked teasingly.
“I’m going to kill him,” he said seriously. So much so that I believed him. He wasn’t joking.
“And how are you going to track down a man you don’t even know?” I asked.
“I don’t need to track down a man I have locked up,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“You think I was done with him?” he asked.
“After you knocked him out? Yeah, I kind of did,” I said.
“No, I knocked him out so my men could pick him up.”
“You’re serious,” I said.
“Dead serious.” He laughed, but there was no humor in his eyes.
“Dane,” I said.
“V,” he said back mockingly. We stared at each other for a few minutes. He wasn’t joking and he was still waiting for my answer.
“No, he didn’t,” I said.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive,” I repeated.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he said.
“Dane!” I gasped.
“I think you’re too nice for your own good. You’d probably lie to save his ass. Even though he doesn’t deserve it,” he said.
“Are you going to let him go?” I asked. The corners of his eyes tightened.
“Eventually,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
“And I’m not lying, but yeah, kidnapping wouldn’t look good on your record, Sergeant,” I said.
“Oh, Babygirl. Was that a threat?” he asked. His body hummed with something. Was it excitement?
“No.” I shook my head, my heart racing.
“I think it was. Luckily for you, I know you need food.”
“Oh?” I asked. My ears perking up at the thought of eating.
“You need energy before I punish you,” he teased.
“Knots,” I breathed.
“Especially if you’re going to take me.”
My eyes dipped to find his thick cock pressed against his abs. The idea of me taking that inside of me both excited and scared me. I was going to be sore after, but I was going to be lying in a puddle of a mix of liquids when he was done with me.
“Dane, I don’t think I can t—”
“You can and you will, but right now, I’ll feed you,” he promised.
The fear of his massive monster cock was real, but there were a few things I’d like to do with it.
I refused to move. In one blur of motion, he grabbed my ankles, flipped me, and hauled me to the edge of the bed like a rag doll.
Lying on my stomach, ass up, Dane descended on me.
His chest was flush against my spine, his cock digging into the small of my back, my jaw on the bed.
My inner avid book reader was kicking her feet and squealing.
It shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, but that one move had me dripping like an Omega in one of my books.
I was gushing. It should have been embarrassing, but I was too busy panting.
That voice that usually ruined everything whispered that I should be angry at being manhandled, especially after everything I’d gone through, but I loved it.
The force he exerted didn’t scare me, and I knew that made me crazy.
My inner Omega was no fucking help—she was practically preening, demanding I spread my legs and let him take what he wanted.
The thought alone was enough to make me moan.
He chuckled above me and my cheeks flamed.
Mortified, I buried my face into the sheets, the bed dipped, and he was off of me.
I was disappointed. I wanted him in bed with me.
He gripped my arms and pulled me to my feet.
I practically had to arch my back just to look at him.
Grey I’m-going-to-fuck-you eyes stared back.
His jawline was sharp; my mouth watered.
I wanted to lick every inch of this man.
Knots.
Will I ever get over how fucking delicious he is?
“Let’s hurry downstairs,” he said.
“In a rush, are we?” I asked coyly.
“Fuck yeah. I’m going to meet all of your needs today, Babygirl. Starting with the important ones. I’ll make you something to eat and then I’ll feed you my cock,” he growled.
“Mm,” I sighed.
He chuckled, reached forward, and grabbed my hand.
My eyes dropped to where his tatted one held mine, and then I was being pulled forward.
Looking up, I trailed the ink going up his forearm to his shoulder.
The ink on his back took my breath away.
An angel cried out, tears rushing down his face; where his beautiful wings should have been, there were only bones and the remnants of what was lost. My heart broke.
What was the story behind this piece? I wanted to know.
The butterfly wings were fluttering in my stomach, but instead of overthinking it, I let him whisk me away.
Before we could step outside, he turned and took me to his closet.
He swiped one of his shirts off a hanger and helped me put it on.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as his eyes appreciatively traveled down my body.
The clouds were nowhere in sight today and I relished this breath of fresh air.
After he led me down the stairs, it was only a short walk to the dining room that was connected to an open kitchen with natural lighting from the tall windows that ran along most of the walls.
He pulled out my stool at an all-black marble counter and I took a seat.
His shirt sat comfortably above my knees.
I leaned on my elbows, rested my chin on my hands, and watched him make his way around the kitchen.
He started rifling through the fridge; he was all back and muscles.
His wide shoulders, hair, and even his ass. Dane was fun to watch.
“Oh, you should check your phone,” he said.
There was a light tap, and I looked over my shoulder to find a young woman placing my phone on the dining room table.
She dipped her head and walked out. This whole situation was still bizarre, but I didn’t want to question anything.
We weren’t dating. I didn’t need to know all of his business, and he didn’t need to know mine.
But who was I kidding? If he had questions for me, I’d answer them.
Hopping off the stool, I rushed to the table and swiped my phone. When the screen lit up, I gasped.
“Yup,” he laughed.