There is a triumphant swell of emotion as I realize I must have convinced Blaze to trust me. I can take whatever crazy he throws at me… or in me.
"The others are going to murder you."
I feel his cheek muscles twitch where his face is plastered to my hair. "Yeah, I still knotted you in the ass before any of them, though. Totally worth it."
I snort and wince as I clench on his knot.
Such a cockwomble.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Blaise
‘How’s that sweet ass feeling, baby?’
She glances over her shoulder, trying to spot me, but I am a ghost in these trees. She will not find me unless I want her to.
I grin to myself, watching from the shadows as she squares her shoulders.
There it is. A tiny wince.
Oh, she’s tender all right. Perfect. I want her feeling me for hours.
This bond-telepathy thing? It’s freaking brilliant. My voice channeled directly to my girl. It snapped right into place the second we coupled.
Shade and Viper used to go on about how it felt like Halley had taken a place in their soul. I didn’t get it. Not until now.
I can feel her in my bones. In my blood. Every jagged little corner of me that I thought no one would ever want to see, let alone touch. The grounding sense of reality I’d felt since her return has fully settled in my chest. My feet are planted. Myhead’s clear. And for the first time, I feel not just seen… but accepted.
Halley doesn’t flinch from the sharp bits. She loves all of me. Blaze and Blaise. Dark and light. Sweet and savage.
The spooky part is Iknowit’s the truth because I can feel her love sliding through me, warm and unshakable. Any doubt the dark tries to whisper about her is swiftly suffocated by inescapable reality.
Halley pouts, shifts her weight, and turns her back to me in silent defiance.
‘Ah, turning the other cheek, Sparkles? Don’t be an ass about it.’
Her little shoulders raise in suppressed annoyance.
‘Stop talking about my ass, Blaise. I need to concentrate.'
I chuckle under my breath.‘No need to be butthurt.’
This is too much fun.
No way the others haven’t used this freaky mind-link to mess with her. There’s nothing better than watching her cheeks turn that pretty pink, knowing it’s me putting the heat there while everyone else is oblivious. If they had the slightest idea what she’d been doing just hours ago…
My filthy, gorgeous girl.
The Beta survivors are still staring at her in shock, asking the same stunned questions in different ways, again and again.
"You're an Omega?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Why do you care where we go?"
“Why should we listen to you?”
