Chapter 25 #2
He shakes his head before retreating completely, his hand coming to land on the door. Fear fills me as I watch the knob twist, knowing that whatever happens now is it.
That whatever he does now will change whatever we were building between us.
“Fuck this and fuck you. I can’t fucking do this right now,” he says through gritted teeth before turning his back on us. Turning his back on me.
The moment he is out of sight, I collapse into myself. The tears that I had been fighting flow down my face in streams. My sobs turn guttural.
I knew that this was all too good to be true. That once I had found an inch of happiness, it would just all blow up in my face.
Maybe I was never meant to be happy. That being damaged beyond repair doesn’t mean that you are somehow entitled to find your happily ever after.
Hiding my face in my hands, I allow myself to break. To grieve what could have been. Because once I leave this room, I am on my own again.
Maybe Conall will decide to stick around. Not that I expect him too. I’m not in the business of breaking up a pack.
A hand touching my shoulder has me jerking up right allowing me to come face to face with Olis. His face is blank—void of all emotion—and I prepare myself for a dressing down. Again.
“Did you mean to hurt us by hiding your true designation?”
I rear back at his words, a mixture of hurt and disbelief at the accusation.
“Never. I would never hurt any of you,” I reply, shaking my head.
Olis nods, remaining silent as he moves his hand from my shoulder. I wait for him to back away from me completely, but he doesn't. Instead, he wraps his hands around my calves. The hard expression slips from his face. A bright smile, one I didn’t know he was capable of sliding into place instead.
“I knew from the moment I saw you in the park that you were ours. Whether you are a Beta or an Omega doesn’t change anything for me. It just reaffirms to me what you truly are.”
I tilt my head, giving him a questioning look. “And what is that?”
His smile brightens impossibly so as he leans in closer.
“Mine. It means that you are mine.”
I never gave much thought about what it would be like to be with a man like Olis. That is until he carries me the entire way to his bedroom in the main house. He doesn’t hesitate for a second as we pass by soldiers whose mouths drop as we pass by them.
He doesn’t even stop to say anything to Kennedy and Ledger who are looking after Amity in the living area.
He only stops when we finally make it to the bedroom.
Placing me down in front of him, he immediately shrugs off his shirt, gracing me with the hard lines of his chest I have become obsessed with.
Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I push Olis’ chest hard enough to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes widen with surprise and lust as he looks up at me.
I chuckle as I step back and remove my own T-shirt. Olis’ answering growl to what I have been hiding all day makes the discomfort worth it.
I had been planning on teasing Conall after we were done going through the documents Jaiden had sent over but this is just as good of an opportunity as any.
I shrug off my jeans, revealing the full outfit.
A corset top cinches in my waist giving my body an hourglass look. A barely-there thong covers my aching core while suspenders and stockings help to elongate my legs.
A fire lights itself in my core, burning me from the inside out.
I give Olis the time to take me in. The heat from his gaze only seeming to heighten the need in me.
Eventually I take a step, coming to stand in between his legs.
His hands reach out to hold my hips. They grip me tight before loosening slightly to move further up my body. They come to a stop at my back where they pause.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Valentina. God, I want you.”
I smile, bringing my hands up to rest on either side of his face.
“Then show me,” I demand. “Show me how much you want me.”
My voice is laced in a heavy arousal, something that Olis seems to notice as he keeps moving his hands.
“It would be my honor,” he chuckles and pulls at the ribbons holding my corset together. Once they have been loosened, he pulls the top off completely, allowing my breasts to fall free.
My nipples tighten as the cool air hits them. Olis doesn’t waste time in appreciating them as he leans in, sucking one of the pebbled peaks into his mouth.
I groan at the sensation, my fingers grip his neck tighter.
He chuckles, continuing to suck and lick, teasing me until I am nothing but a puddle at his feet.
Pulling away, he grips my thong before tearing it off my body. I gasp as I watch the tattered piece of material fall to the floor.
“Don’t worry, Sweetheart. I’m positive Vic will have a new set brought for you by morning.”
I roll my eyes. “I highly doubt that asshole gives a single shit about what I wear. Especially after dropping that bomb on him.”
“You shouldn’t have to after the way he acted but just give him time.
He doesn’t always think clearly when he is under stress.
This situation with the Omegas is a lot for him to handle.
Mix that in with the fact that you are now somehow involved,” he shakes his head and sighs, “Just … don’t give up on him just yet. ”
I blow out a breath as I look down at the Alpha.
“I will.” I eventually nod but know that it won’t be that easy. Men like Victor are complex and after the way he spoke to me tonight, I plan to make him earn it.
“Now, enough talk about my pack brother. All I want you to focus on is you.”
I gasp as Olis stands, his hands holding my waist before he is turning me and throwing me onto the bed.
I giggle as he crawls his way up my body. The heat of his skin on mine making my core clench around nothing.
I know that if I wasn’t taking my suppressants, I would be a bundle of slick. As it is, this man already has me wet beyond what is considered normal.
My body heats and my toes curl as Olis’ lips meet mine in a breath taking kiss. I allow my hands to explore his body, his dark skin impossible to not appreciate.
“Fuck, Olis. Please…” I beg, desperately needing more.
He chuckles darkly, “Need more do you, Omega?”
I nod insistantly, my arousal heightening at being called Omega for the first time in years. It's like its own special kind of aphrodisiac.
“Please, Olis. I need you to touch my pussy. Please!”
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip on me tightening. “You beg so fucking prettily. Even more so when you use that filthy mouth of yours to tell me what to do.”
I don’t have to ask him again, the Alpha listens to my demands just like I knew he would.
Sliding down my body, he stops, reaching the apex of my thighs. The first swipe of his tongue through my slit has me moaning, my stomach clenching as the feeling of ecstasy overcomes me.
Olis eats my pussy like a man starved. His tongue rolls, licks and vibrates against my sensitive clit. It feels like only seconds before my body tightens and an orgasm barrels down over me.
I come with a scream. My thighs clench around Olis’s head holding him close to my centre.
My back bows off the bed and I feel the evidence of my release drenching his face.
I know that I am making a mess but I can’t seem to find the will to care.
He should drown in the evidence of what he has done to my body.
Once the waves of pleasure lessen, I drop my legs from around his face.
He chuckles and crawls back up my body. The evidence of my release visible on his chin.
“Fuck you taste so fucking good. Just like cherries.”
My entire body tenses and I shoot upright in bed. That is until a wave of pain has me doubling over.
“Shit, baby. Are you okay?” Olis asks, rubbing my naked back. All his touch does is heighten the pain. I curl in on myself further as another wave of pain steals the breath from my lungs.
Just as the third wave of pain hits, my scent explodes from me. Olis staggers back, sucking in a breath of my sweet cherry scent.
His eyes widen as he looks down at me curled up on the bed. A look of astonishment adorns his features before he falls to his knees in front of me.
“I fucking knew it. You are my mate,” he growls, his tone laced with a hint of possession.
“And I’m going into fucking heat,” I grunt as yet another wave of pain cripples me.
Fuck. My. Life.