I’m floaty and slightly disconnected from reality as I beg for his bite.
“I’ll always do my best to give you anything you ask for.” He growls close to my ear, his warm breath fanning over my throat, and he sucks on my pulse point. “All you have to do is ask me when you’re not foggy.”
Logically, I know he has a good reason to say that, but omegas are rarely rational. It feels like a betrayal and a rejection all rolled into one.
I yank against his hold in my hair, refusing to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“Whoa, hey.” Ravvi slides his hand from my hip around my front, snaking it under my shirt and flattening his palm on my chest. He redirects my face back to look at the mirror, and he hovers just over my shoulder. “I’ve loved you since before I laid eyes on you, and Iwillmake you mine. Let me do it the right way. That way, there won’t be any regrets.” He continues to twist my head until it becomes slightly uncomfortable, but it’s necessary for him to reach my lips with his.
He kisses me like he’s desperate to pour every drop of his emotions into the meeting of our mouths, and it distracts me enough that my ire and hurt disappear. Which is probably a good thing with us being locked together.
He swirls his tongue around mine and grinds into me as much as he can with his knot swollen inside me. The quick-and-dirty feel from when we first stepped into the bathroom disappears, and he rocks me to my foundations…
Except, this time?
I’m pretty sure he makes love to me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Declan
Istand outside the bathroom door for what feels like hours. In reality, it’s probably only thirty or forty minutes, but that’s a long time for a club bathroom quickie.
Damian headed back to the buses with Riot, Creed, Bellamy, and two of the Ruined Records security team.
They’ll be fine.
I’m more worried about collecting the lovebirds and getting out of here so the buses can leave on time.
Darkest Nights has another show tomorrow night, meaning there’s a tight schedule that needs to be kept.
The ridiculously loud moaning stops, which is a good thing. My dick couldn’t handle much more of the torment.
The last few days have been hell.
Somewhere along the way, my instincts decided Cove is meant to be mine. I helped Damian out the first night she had a heat spike, but Ravvi and Damian have stuck close since then.
She hasn’t needed me because she has them. They’re much more age-appropriate options. Though, again, my instincts don’t give a fuck.
I need an opportunity to spend a little one-on-one time with her to determine where her head is at.
I pace the room bare for another minute or two before I try the handle and pop my head inside. Their reflection is the first thing I spot, and I twist my head in that direction.
Ravvi is stretched out in the club chair with Cove on his lap. She’s facing me with her back to him, and the reason for the position becomes obvious almost immediately.
She’s locked on his knot, and they’re waiting for the appendage to deflate. Her big blue eyes widen almost comically as she spots me.
My cock jumps at the sight.
I’m in serious trouble.
Ravvi chuckles. “I think we’re busted.”
Jesus Christ.
I can’t decide if I want to strangle him so I can take his place, or join in.
Fuck. My. Life.
