I revel in it, knowing the rain will soon wash it away.
But, fuck, I love it.
Right now, I don’t have any responsibilities bearing down on me. I have nothing to prove. I’m just an omega getting knotted by an alpha.
It’s simple, primal.
At times, it’s who I think I want to be.
We stay like that for several minutes, Glenn panting against my skin, me trying to regain my senses. It seems he fucked them right out of me.
“We need to get back inside. You’re shivering, and fuck, I think the Howlers are closer. I can smell them.”
“Mmm,” is all I hum, happy to just stay outside like this, completely full, in his arms.
But I know I can’t stay after this. I need to leave. I need to get back to my life.
I can’t miss work. I really can’t. I have to prove myself to everyone who thinks an omega can’t do this, to all the people who realize I’m a fae and quietly think I don’t belong.
His lips touch my skin, dragging across my cheek to my lips. I lean up and we kiss deeply, tongue and teeth, until he finally pulls away.
“Fuck, Arbor.”
I sigh, the sound of my name on his lips.
“So good. So fucking good.”
His knot deflates slightly, and I pull myself off him with an audible pop. He grunts at the sensation, but I know I need to do it now. I need to be free. If I stay any longer, I won’t leave at all.
“Let’s go back and get ourselves cleaned up,” he says, his gaze tracking over my naked, muddy form.
“Yeah,” I say, letting him help me stand. In the distance, I see figures in the trees, moving across the horizon. My heart rate picks up, and I find myself short of breath.
Fuck, I’m going to have to go. I’m going to leave.
I can’t ever stay.
The figures turn, and I know I need to do this quickly. It’s better if he finds out who I am now. I’m not worthy of him anyway.
I reach up and link my arms around his shoulders before leaning in to kiss him. Our lips connect, and I send an apology out into the universe, letting the stone tap gently against his temple.
He pulls back, his brows meeting, and then I see his eyes close as he collapses onto the ground.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
GLENN
Someone is staring at me.Several someones, in fact. I blink my eyes open and grunt as three men loom over me. I have a weird taste in my mouth, and I push myself up to my elbows, spitting whatever it is out. Mud and leaves stick to my skin, and I can’t quite place why I’m lying naked outside.
“The fuck you want?” I murmur, turning to look up at the people hovering over me. My head feels slightly groggy, and I’m a little off-kilter, but I know Arborwashere. Shit. Where the hell is he?
“It worked. Told you it would,” a male voice says.
I blink and look around once more.
“He’s looking for the omega,” one of them says, the other nodding in agreement. “Don’t worry, Ace. He’s safe. Ran away quick as a fox when he saw us coming.”
