Thinking of him reminds me of her note, the post script she wrote about how I’m not like him.
She couldn’t be more wrong.
There’s a viciousness inside me that longs to be set free.
That Z-Clan compulsion todestroy.
I don’t want her to ever meet that feral part of my nature.
And I can’t trust my beast not to introduce her to it.
Not yet, anyway.
Maybe not ever.
Though, she said my beast wasn’t the one she feared.What did she mean by that?
It’s a question I lose track of as her hands meet my abdomen, her palms burning against my skin as she slowly caresses my torso. Exploring. Learning.Stroking.
A little moan of pleasure escapes her, causing me to reach down and grab her hips. I need her even closer, but this height difference between us is making that difficult.
I lift her into the air and her legs automatically wrap around my waist, her arms going to my shoulders.
And suddenly it’s like we were always meant to be this way—her body cradled against mine as I carry her to the bedroom.
This is moving fast.
But I don’t fucking care.
This female was meant to be mine.And she waited for me,I marvel again.Fuckkkk, she waited…
What I don’t tell her is that I waited, too.
I’ve been with a handful of women, but never an Omega. I saved my knot for my intended. I worried I may never find her, that perhaps my V-Clan genetics altered my destiny, but still… I held back and never embraced any other opportunity.
So knowing that Ashlyn did the same…
I lay her out on the bed and crawl over her, my lips seeking hers once more.
Perfection.
I pin her to the mattress and ravage her with my tongue.
Mine.
My cock throbs as I settle between her thighs.
Omega mate…
I’ve never felt so off balance, yet stable, in my entire existence.
She feels incredible beneath me, so soft and warm. I palm her cheek, needing to keep her lips against mine as I explore her with my opposite hand.
Gently at first.
Testing her boundaries.
Identifying any limits that might exist.
