“I was upset. Angry and hurt. But, Omega, hear me when I say nothing you ever do will make me stop loving you."
Love.
He saidlove.
"Viper..." His name is a plea on my lips as my tears spill.
Massive palms cradle my face, sweeping his thumbs to wipe my tears.
Before I can reply, he leans down and presses his mouth to mine. It’s a whisper of a kiss. So soft and careful, like he’s asking a question.
My brain blanks out. Just… static.
He pulls back slightly, his gaze sweeping over my face, eyes flicking between mine, searching. Mapping every tiny flicker of emotion as if he’s committing my reaction to memory. His thumb traces the curve of my cheek, reverent.
“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he breathes, like he doesn’t mean to say it out loud.
A little whimper slips out of me. It makes his pupils blow wide, black swallowing green.
Fingers weave through my hair, drawing me closer and tugging my head backwards. I arch for him, offering myself wordlessly.
His lips return to mine, but this time there’s nothing tentative about it.
It’s heat and hunger and months of aching restraint followed by months of yearning snapping all at once. Viper doesn’t touch me like this. Never. He’s always gentle, slow, and reverent. He’s not holding back anymore.
His tongue sweeps over mine, and I make another whimpering sound.
My inner Omega roars to life, chanting with elation:‘Alpha, Alpha, Alpha.’
His grip tightens in my hair. The kiss turns downright filthy with our tongues entwined and lips wet. There’s nothing polished or practiced about it. He eats at me like he wants to consume me whole, as if he’s afraid I’ll turn to smoke in his hands before he’s taken his fill.
I don’t want to stop him.
It’s wild, consuming, and frack, it feels right.
So,soright, and after months of being starved for touch, I’m quivering with desire.
My perfume blooms, thick in the stale cellar air, mixing with his scent and sweeping us up in a fog of needy pheromones.
I playfully nip at his lower lip, and just like that, whatever cliff Viper had been wavering on the edge of, I shove him over the side.
With a roar, he pulls back.
He seizes my ass, hoists me up, and presses me against one of the sturdy oak barrels.
I wrap my legs around his waist and yelp into his mouth. His hard length is pressing against my aching, heated core.
We've been here before, on the precipice of indulging in our basest desires, but this time, I don't want to hold back.
This time, I’ll give him everything he asks for. My heart, my soul, my body.
My body.
My broken,defectivebody.
Rational thought breaks through my delirium.
I break our frantic kiss, breathless, pushing at his chest until he reluctantly drags himself away. His lips are swollen, kiss-bruised, and dazed with want.
