Page 88 of Curvy Nerdy Omega

Intoxicating.

“All I’ve ever wanted is to kiss you,” I murmured. “To make you feel loved – I want to consume every second of every moment you have. And that hasn’t changed for fifteen years.”

Every single part of me wanted to tie her down and mark every fucking inch of her body. I wanted to drown her in my scent and feast on her…

I wanted to rip her apart and burrow deep inside her.

Reaching up, I gently tugged her chin down to see inside her mouth. “Not making sure we could contact each other has been one of the biggest regrets of my life and I’ve paid for that choice every fucking day since my mother shipped me off to Blackwood Academy.”

Slipping my thumb inside her mouth, I felt the rough spot on her cheek where she must have bit down hard enough to make it bleed.

“I may have been young, but I’d already decided that you’d be mine regardless of what your designation would be. I’ve wanted you every single day since we met, and I still do.” Lucy stared down at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers and more tears hit my face, mixing with mine. “I’ve spent the last fifteen years searching for you and I would spend the next fifteen years exactly the same way if I had to.”

I didn’t dare look away from her. Not when her pheromones were hesitantly curling around me. But the rich scent of black currants and roses had a sharp tang I didn’t like.

My omega was desperately trying to figure out how to deal with what was left of her world after I’d destroyed it, but she didn’t have to rebuild it alone. Not anymore.

“Giving up never occurred to me,” I confessed. “How could I? It was you. I didn’t have a name or a face either Lucy, but I never once gave up on you.”

“I always thought you’d come back when it rained,” she whispered. “Every year you didn’t, I tattooed another goodbye on my back and now my spine is made of spider lilies.”

Those words shook me so much I almost couldn’t believe what I’d heard. I looked over at Cas who was leaning against the doorframe, silently watching us.

Lucy dug her nails into my face, forcing my attention back to her. “What took you so fucking long?”

“Well, some brat changed her name and had any record of Daphne Thomas wiped from existence.” I stood and scooped her up all at once and surprisingly, she didn’t fight me. She just held on, burying her face in my neck as I carried her to the bed. “So it took me a little longer than I expected. I’m sorry baby, but I’m right here. I came back. Just like I promised.”

I sat down on the edge of her bed and squeezed her tighter, memorizing the way her body fit perfectly against mine. It was bittersweet because she was crying like I’d broken her heart, but she wasn’t pushing me away anymore. She was holding on like she’d never let go.

She was mine. And always had been. Even if she wasn’t ready to admit it yet.

“You knew this whole time.”

“I did.”

“How? I made sure I don’t look the same.”

I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, wishing I could have been there when she’d felt so vulnerable and scared she wanted to drastically alter her appearance. “I was so fucking tired after spending all night at the police station that I thought I was hallucinating when I saw you, because you did look completely different and I couldn’t be sure…not until I saw the axolotls on your shoes.”

Lucy dug her nails into me, burying her face in my chest to hide how hard she was crying but her body was so still – only the dampness of my shirt and the thickness of her voice when she spoke gave me any indication she was crying at all.

“You’re the most precious thing in my life,” I murmured, her hair tickling my lips – saying whatever I could think of that might make the sound of her broken sobs disappear, but she only cried harder. “I’ve spent more than half my life loving you and I’ve been so fucking miserable without you…I didn’t know how to tell you I’ve spent years looking for you given our circumstances and that’s my fault. I know you hate me for that. Hate me all you want. Call me every name in the book. Punish me for making you think I’d never come back. I’ll take it. All of it. You can do anything you want, Lucy. Just let me be yours.”

“I do hate you,” she said through her tears, but she didn’t sound all that convincing. Especially when she rubbed her cheek against my scent glands like she wanted to be covered in my pheromones. “I hate you so much I can’t stand it.”

“That’s right, baby. Don’t let me off easy.”

She pulled back and her grey eyes glimmered up at me. They were so pale and clear – no sign of the raging storm I saw earlier. They were so fucking gorgeous I found myself getting lost in them and I was content to stare into her eyes for the rest of my life.

“Why do you keep praising me for making you suffer?”

“Because you’re crying over something I did that hurt you. You’re in pain and I can’t do anything to make it better. All I can do is suffer and I’m so fucking into you that I can’t even breathe without you. My lungs freeze and my heart stops. And I know it’s fucking pathetic but I’m just so relieved you want to hurt me. You could have walked away from it all—from me, but you didn’t.”

She searched my eyes like she wasn’t sure if I was being serious or not. Then she reached up and wiped away the tears on my cheeks, her eyes widening when she realized they were mine, not hers. “Would you really kneel in front of the whole world?”

I really fucking hope that question meant what I thought it did. “Only if you agree to be mine. All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

I wiped away the fresh tears streaming down her face and admitted that I wouldn’t take no for an answer, even if it was just to myself. I’d follow her around for the rest of my life if I had to, waiting for another chance.

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