Page 92 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Sliding my thumb along the sharp line of her jaw smeared more of his blood across her face and her breath caught when I trailed my fingers down the column of her neck.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Her scent was making my head buzz like I was high off the best shit and nothing could keep me from indulging in this moment. “The blood of your enemies looks so fucking good on you, Lucy.”

She yanked me against her again and I gritted my teeth, grabbing her by the throat on instinct alone. “Don’t,” I warned.

For the first time since I’d put her in the car, she locked eyes with me and really saw me. “Liam?”

This was so fucking messed up. How the hell was I supposed to pull back now? She had to feel how hard I was if she couldn’t scent me through these useless fucking blockers. I ripped them off, feeling reckless and desperate even though she was the one in heat, not me.

Wrapping an arm around her back, I breathed her in even though I knew I shouldn’t. Then I lifted her up just enough and stripped off her skirt and tugged the tights down to her ankles before setting her back down. The scent of her desire increased a thousandfold and I sank to my knees before her.

How could she possibly understand what she was doing to me?

This wasn’t just an alpha reacting to an omega in heat. No, I had years and years of pent-up frustration and yearning. So many emotions mixed up in all this shit, and she was fucking clueless about all of them because I was a big, fat idiot.

“What are you doing?”

I ignored her question and gently untied her boots, keeping my eyes on the laces instead of the source of that deliciously intoxicating scent. My fucking mouth was watering and focusing every single brain cell on this one task was the only way to keep my hands off her until she shook off a bit more of her shock.

When she felt safer…maybe then.

It was strange how easy it was to kneel before her.

Normally, these psychotic legacy alpha instincts wouldn’t have let me do something so submissive, but they fucking purred in her presence. We were taking care of her and nothing else mattered, not even my stupid dick.

I would do anything for her.

Everything.

She had to know…had to know just how fucking desperate I was for her. It was obvious even to a blind man and maybe I’d feel embarrassed about it if I stopped to think about it for more than two seconds, but there was no world that existed where I didn’t belong to Lucy.

Ever since she ran into me, I’d been her alpha and she my omega.

Even if she never wanted me, I’d be here, on my knees, waiting for the day she changed her mind.

One day she’d understand, and if she didn’t…

Well, I’d still be here, showing the whole world what a pathetic asshole I was.

I looked up to see her watching me as I set her boots on the floor, gently tugging the bunched-up tights and skirt down until they pooled on the floor next to her sweater.

Keeping my eyes on hers, I kissed the side of her knee and pretended not to notice the way her breathing got faster…she was practically panting now and I’d barely touched her.

Lucy reached down then, surprising me when she slid her fingers through my hair just like she had earlier.

It felt too fucking good for something so simple.

Closing my eyes, I pressed my cheek against her thigh. It still felt like heaven to have her be the one to touch me first.

“It hurts,” she whispered.

The urge to sink my teeth into her thigh almost won as those words slithered into my hindbrain and I clenched my jaw to keep from doing just that when the thought of her in pain sent me into another rage spiral.

I shouldn’t have left him alive. I should have ripped his fucking jaw from his ugly-ass face. Then everyone in this goddamn city would know that Valor had declared war for the first time in over a century.

Nothing would be left untouched.

My mother could try to stop me, but even she wasn’t as strong as I was…even she wouldn’t dare stand in my way when it came to protecting my omega. Not again.

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