A cold shiver crawls over my skin as I look at my hands and twist them at the wrists, watching black lines surge across my palms, spreading outward like ink bleeding through paper, thatgrayness creeping in as my veins darken to a charcoal shade, smudged yet somehow disturbingly precise, if that even makes sense.
I pass by the students, locking my gaze on them. They freeze for a moment, then break into smiles. Maybe they think I’m heading to some costume event, but my appearance still impresses them. They step aside, even if just for fun.
I leave the park grove and head toward the forest stretching beyond campus boundaries.
This is where I sometimes met with my stalker. I know it well.
I push deeper into the woods, wading through bushes and undergrowth, leaves falling on me, hair wild and messy. I’m only wearing a thin T-shirt and shorts, so branches whip against me, but I don’t care. I finally reach a clearing I know, a small glade where I collapse onto the grass.
Crazy, really, what am I doing?
I look at my hands for a moment, study them, feel them. Then I wonder if my power works only on people. I lean down, press my hand to the grass, slowly draw energy as I did from living bodies. I lift my hand and see a black stain on the grass. I stare at it, fascinated.
Yes, I’m an abomination masked as a tiny omega. No matter how you look at it, my gift didn’t disappear after the Joining, after our souls merged. I’m something strange, unsettling, maybe something that should be stopped… caught, hunted.
Staked?
Then I hear it behind me, a flapping and a powerful gust of wind.
Grass, dry leaves, and small twigs spring up and swirl, some of them showering down on me. I spin around and there’s Bay standing in the center of the glade, his wings spread, glimmeringin the morning light like feathers coated in a thin layer of diamond.
He looks magnificent.
"You won’t stop me, oh Messenger of Fate, oh mighty angel. Your divine powers don’t work on my revenant energy," I shout, getting into character. "Hopefully!" I add teasingly.
Bay’s face twists with barely contained amusement.
"And what are you, a forsaken revenant? Or the cutest, most adorable omega to ever walk the earth? Or perhaps a monstrous vampire, a lich capable of draining energy from the living?"
I burst out laughing, breaking character a little.
"Probably all of these. Will you take on the challenge of staking me with your ashwood stake?"
"Your cuteness leaves me no choice. Get ready to be staked."
With one leap, he’s on me, lifting me into the air on his outstretched arms. He does it with such ease, it takes my breath away.
"Ummm. Sexy. So you really can take that form at will?" His hot breath brushes my face, when he looks me over from the left and the right, with genuine admiration.
"Your eyes are luminous, like glowing purple crystals. They gleam with magic!"
For a moment we just hold each other’s gaze, our breaths mingling, then he lowers me a bit and brushes my lips, gently, as if forgetting how terrifying an abomination I am.
My fingers twist into his hair, I caress his hot skin, I can’t get enough, never again gloves! I lean back, pulling him with me, and we slowly fall onto the grass.
Bay hovers over me, his wide wings seeming both light and powerful, shining almost blindingly.
I tear at my shorts as fast as I can and spread my legs wide in a hungry, shameless motion.
Bay stays silent for a moment, looking down at my rigid cock, one brow slightly raised, then suddenly says,
"Everything’s possible. It’s all real. This actually happened."
I see his face close up, beautiful, glowing in the morning light. His eyes, when he’s this close, are a very dark green, but right at the pupil there’s a dark purple ring, so deep it’s hard to notice at first glance. His gaze is slightly hazy, full of awe and disbelief. I start to realize that Bay is only now grasping the reality of us finding each other again, that our path, so brutally split, has reunited.
I feel him pressing into me, searching for access inside my body. "You’re really mine…" he whispers. "I lost hope, and now all this… I’ve regained it all again."
He lifts his hand, brushing it over my cheek, then adds softly, at the same time sliding deeper into me, "Show me the real Alex. I want to see your face, the face I’ve dreamed of all these years, the only one, my fated mate."
