She’s here.
Inmyspace.
Claimed.
I’ve brought omegas here before.I’ve fucked them, broken them, sent them back out into the world with my scent burned into their skin.But none of themstayed.None of them belonged.
Evangeline is different.She’s not just another omega.She’smyomega.
The foyer is vast, black marble floors gleaming under the low light of a chandelier that throws fractured shadows across the walls.The air smells of cedar and smoke, faint traces of the fire that always burns in the hearth upstairs.My home is all sharp lines and cold stone, masculine to the bone, like me.
But when I look down at her in my arms, tiny and trembling, her cheek pressed to my chest, I realize how empty it’s always been.
I climb the staircase, the echo of my boots bouncing off the walls.She stirs, soft little whimpers slipping past her lips as my knot shifts inside her, her body still locked to mine.My cock throbs, responding instantly, because I’ll never get enough of her.
At the top of the stairs, I push open the door to my bedroom.
It’s a cavernous space, draped in black.A massive bed dominates the center, dressed in dark sheets, the kind that slide like sin against bare skin.Heavy curtains shroud the windows, shutting out the city, the world, everything but us.The air is thick with my scent, my territory, mydominance.And I can’t wait to add hers to the mix.
Carrying her across that threshold feels like a ritual.Like destiny snapping into place.
She stares at me, once more fully awake.I set her down on the bed, watching her sink into the sheets, her pale body stark against the black.My mark is on her throat, bruised and swollen, but it isn’t enough.My scent will fade.My bite will heal.Every instinct screams at me to mark her permanently, to etch myself into her soul until she’ll never escape.
I strip off my jacket, my shirt, my trousers, never looking away from her.Her wide eyes follow me, fear and hunger tangled together, her lips parting as though she wants to speak but can’t.
Finally, she whispers, voice hoarse.“This is your home?”
A dark smile curves my mouth.“Ourhome, little omega.”
She shivers.Her thighs press together, but I catch the scent of her arousal anyway, thick and sweet, dripping for me again already.
I climb onto the bed, caging her beneath me, my hands braced on either side of her head.“You’ll never leave here.Not again.I’ll fuck you in every corner of this house until the walls themselves know your scent.Until the city knows you belong to me.”
Her lips tremble.Tears glimmer in her eyes.But then, soft, fragile, and devastating, she whispers, “I want that.”
The words punch the air from my lungs.I freeze above her, my chest aching, my cock throbbing violently.She doesn’t know what she’s saying.She doesn’t know what I’lldoto her.And yet...
“I want to be yours,” she adds, voice breaking.“I don’t know why, I don’t know how, but I can’t ...Zion, I can’t fight it anymore.I need you.”
My heart slams against my ribs.Rage and lust and something far more dangerous coil inside me.
I lower myself slowly, my lips brushing hers gently, my voice raw.“You’ll regret those words, little omega.Because once you give yourself to me, there’s no taking it back.I’ll ruin you.I’ll own you.I’ll breed you until your body carries me in every line, every single fucking breath.”
Her whimper is shattered and sweet.“Please.”
The sound breaks me.I kiss her, soft at first, almost tentative, trying to hold back the beast clawing at my ribs.But she arches into me, clutching my shoulders, begging with her body even when her voice fails.The kiss turns feral, my tongue claiming her mouth, my teeth biting her lips until she gasps.
I trail my mouth down her throat, over my already fading mark, my growl vibrating against her skin.“I’ll mark you again.And again.Until you beg me to stop.Or to bite deeper.”
The fabric of her dress frustrates me, scratching at my skin.From the bedside table I pull one of my blades and slice it down the middle, the ruined fabric falling away.The last remnants of her mother and Corvin’s plan falling away with it.
She moans in the back of her throat.
Her back arches, pressing her breasts into my chest, her nipples pebbling under the friction.My hands roam her body, mapping every curve, every tremble.She’s sore from what I did to her before, I can feel it in the way she flinches, but she still spreads her thighs for me, still whispers my name like a prayer.
“Zion...”
I slide down the bed, stripping off her underwear and parting her legs wide, staring at the slick glistening between her folds.She’s swollen, red, already stretched from me, but still so perfect it nearly drives me insane.
