Page 130 of Fallen Omega

Not from what he did, but from his dismissal.

My eyes are dry and hot. Booty shorts uncomfortable, rubbing places I’m now hyper aware of, places chafed, sensitive, wet. Wanting.

Each breath makes my nipple sing from where he bit and sucked, makes them rub against the material that’s now like sandpaper. A thing designed to slough inhibitions until I’m left, bare boned, naked, the real me. Whatever that is.

I press a hand over my stomach. I pass my room and up a short flight of stairs, into the storage room.

My plan, which is genius in its simplicity, is to steal something strong and alcoholic. And then I’ll disappear into my room, drink a few glasses until the edges soften, and those new memories fade and sleep comes.

And tomorrow…

I clench my hand.

I’m not going to wallow too deeply. No matter how much I want to. Tonight’s for shallow wallowing and licking of wounds.

Tomorrow?

The lines of bottles in front of me offer an escape, however brief, and I need it or else I might do something stupid in the early hours, like run and land smack bang in the middle of whatever danger lies in wait for me outside.

Or worse.

I might return to Dante to take his brutal brand of sex some more.

Better to blur reality in my locked room and plot and plan and rampage, then when morning comes, work out what I’m going to do.

Work out the details, I mean.

Because tonight solidified something.

Staying here isn’t an option.

Not long term. If I do, I just might get chewed up. Bones sucked clean until there’s nothing left.

A smile tugs at my mouth, and it’s a bitter sting. At least I’m not holding little girl fantasies. I never did, but I also never pictured a world like this. One filled with wild beasts. Carnal, ravenous creatures that want to own and destroy. And… And even if I had, I’d have never believed I’d like it.

That’s the biggest problem, isn’t it? I like their touch, their violence, the sexual edge and the sweetest words that hide control and sexual desire.

It doesn’t matter if they’re honest or full of lies.

If I stay, there’ll be nothing left.

If?

Once they find a way to solve this problem, they’ll get rid of me. I don’t fit into their picture.

Any thoughts I might have harbored of finding a place here aredashed.

No, I need to go.

My hand goes to my throat and I touch where Knight marked me, and it sets off waves of desire, storms of need that spin out from that sensitive place.

Shit. I’m— I take a breath.

The bite will fade, I think. And hopefully with it, my insane awareness and attraction of the three pack alphas.

I touch one of the bottles, running a finger over the smooth, cool glass and paper label. Looking at the rum, I make an instant resolve, a promise.

I’m going to work hard, earn money, put it with the rest I have hidden away. And when I’ve got enough, when the danger is past, I’m leaving.

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