“My hair,” I say.
Dasan glances up and runs his fingers through it. “Two weeks ago, it was a feature you didn’t like.”
“I don’t like the gray in my hair, but I like my hair. It’s usually very soft.”
“It is. I love your hair. And I love your gray.”
“I grayed early,” I mutter, hearing the pout in my voice.
“I love your grays,” he repeats, and his fingers run along the side of my head through the pool of gray there. “It’s stunning, but we’re not using your grays a second time.”
“I don’t like my ass,” I say. I’ve been saving this one. It’s weird to be self-conscious about my ass. As I look into Dasan’s eyes, I find he’s surprised.
“Why?”
“It’s… frumpy. There’s no shape except that it’s kind of flat.”
I’ve rendered this man speechless. He’s not even moving. Several seconds go by before his hand drops to grip my ass cheek. “This ass? You really don’t like this ass?”
My cheeks heat when I feel his hand grab me like that. Possessive. Firm. Sensual. Still, I shake my head. I’ve always appreciated that suits hide my ass well.
Dasan sighs. “Very well, omega.”
Thankfully, we don’t have a lot of time to talk about my ass since our breakfast arrives. We eat outside, both naked. We dress and head for Bane Island and its library. Honestly,I’m stupidly impressed by the number of books in the library. There are definitely books besides romance and adventure and shit, like science and biography and all sorts of things. But it’s overwhelmingly romance of some kind, ranging from clean to erotic.
I love everything about it.
However, Dasan remains focused. He checks out an e-reader where he’s downloaded a couple different omegaverse for us to peruse, then we head back to our cottage, strip down again, and find the perfect spot to read.
Which happens to be a large, round chair/bed/couch outside under some still-filling-in trees.
“Mouth on my dick,” Dasan says, and I rearrange to take him into my mouth. I love the way he hums as soon as I have him between my lips.
His cock twitches, stiffening a little, but it isn’t long before we both settle in. One of his hands goes straight to my hair, then he begins reading to me. I pay close attention, not letting myself nod off as I usually do when I suckle his perfect dick with that sexy ass barbell running through it.
“I DON’T WANT TO GO WITH YOU. LET ME GO. HELP ME. I DON’T KNOW YOU; STOP TOUCHING ME. LET ME GO. HELP ME. HELP ME.”
Help did not come. The three men continued to drag me through the crowd toward a back door instead of the front. The world around me went by in a blur, as if I was moving slowly and everything else was on fast forward. Tears tracked down my face, obscuring my vision as I continued to frantically yell.
I tried to let my weight fall, give them a dead body to drag away, but there were enough of them that I remained upright. If I forced them to carry me, someone would have to see and act. It would be obvious that they were abducting me.
Oh my god, they were abducting me. I was going to be sold.
I screamed as loudly as I could. Just one long sound of terror and desperation. They hit me, several times all over my body. It didn’t stop my screaming.
Then it felt like we hit a wall. I choked on the thick air that vibrated with anger. One of the men holding my arm was wrenched off. I blinked rapidly several times as I tried to catch my breath. The only sound that met my ears as the three burly men in front of me tore the betas to pieces (I’m only slightly exaggerating as blood made the floor slick and breaking bones echoed in my ears) was my own constant whine.
I lost track of time. One minute, I was watching alphas destroy the betas who’d tried to take me, and the next, I was being picked up off the floor where I was sobbing through my whining. I was trembling so badly I was surprised he managed to pick me up.
But he did. He picked me up and held me to his chest, his purring strong and loud as he put me in a tight hold.
“I got you,” he said, his voice a deep tenor. “You’re safe now. It’s alright, omega. I got you, precious. Shhh, it’s okay.”
The world fell away as the stress became too much and I passed out.
“Are they all like this?” I ask, eyebrows knitting together.
Dasan smiles. “This part is mostly world building. All authors have their own rules within their omegaverse, so this scene truly sets the tone. But now we’re going to get into what I love about an alpha and omega book.”
