Page 79 of Hunted Omega: Part Two

“Mine,” he whispers, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

He sinks his teeth into me, the pain sharp and sudden, but it’s quickly eclipsed by a wave of pleasure so intense that I cry out, my body convulsing beneath him. The bond snaps into place, a tangible connection that ties us together, heart to heart and soul to soul.

I feel the bond between us strengthening, the connection deepening. This is more than just physical intimacy. It’s a reaffirmation of our commitment and a testament to our love. It’s in the way he kisses me, the way his body claims mine, and the way his heart beats for me.

Dash’s pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I match his rhythm, my hips rising to meet his, our bodies locked in a dance that’s taking us higher and higher. Pleasure coils within me, building to a crescendo. I feel his heart hammering against mine, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. We’re on the precipice, ready to jump together. Always together.

“Aria,” he rasps, his voice strained.

“Knot me.” I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him closer.

Dash groans, a sound that comes from deep within his chest, a mix of desperation and relief. He thrusts deeper, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. I feel his knot begin to swell and press against my entrance, seeking permission to lock us together.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice breathy with need. “I want to feel you, all of you.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs. With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, his knot expanding and filling me completely.

He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit again. The added stimulation sends me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, intense and overwhelming. I cry out, my body convulsing around him.

Dash follows soon after, his body tensing as he finds his release. He calls out my name, his voice hoarse with emotion, and collapses on top of me, his body slick with sweat.

We lie here for a moment, our hearts pounding in unison and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Dash rolls off me, pulling me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“That was… intense,” Dash murmurs, his voice still hoarse with spent passion. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, the touch soothing and intimate.

I nod, a soft smile playing on my lips. “It was, but it was also perfect.”

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “You’re perfect. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Aria, but I’m never letting you go.”

We lie in comfortable silence for a while, our bodies cooling, our hearts slowing to a steady, synchronized rhythm. The room is filled with our mingled scents, a testament to our love and passion. I can feel the bond between us, a living thing that connects us on a level deeper than the physical.

After a while, Dash speaks, his voice soft but serious. “I promise I’ll talk to you, Aria. If I’m struggling, if I’m craving… I won’t keep it to myself. I know now that I don’t have to face this alone.”

I look up at him, meeting his eyes. “And I promise to be here for you, Dash, no matter what. We’re a pack, and we face things together.”

He smiles, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. “Together,” he echoes.

As we lie here, wrapped in each other’s arms, I feel the weight of Dash’s earlier distress lifting. The shadows are still there, lurking in the corners of his mind, but they are not as daunting when faced together. We’ll fight them side by side, as a pack, as a family.

Suddenly, Dash’s stomach rumbles loudly, breaking the peaceful silence. I laugh, the sound light and carefree. “Sounds like someone worked up an appetite,” I tease.

He chuckles, the warm sound resonating in his chest. “Guess I did. How about we go rustle up some food? I could go for a midnight snack.”

I sit up, grinning. “I could too. Race you to the kitchen?”

Dash’s eyes light up with playful competitiveness. “You’re on, sparkles. First one there gets the last slice of pie.”

With a laugh, I jump off the bed, grab my clothes, and rush to the door. Dash is hot on my heels, his laughter echoing through the room. As we race down the hall, our laughter filling the house, I know that whatever challenges lie ahead, we’ll face them together, and that’s all that matters.

34

QUINN

The scentsof fresh paint and possibilities fill my lungs as I stand in the center of the newly transformed salon. My hands tremble slightly—excitement and nerves battling for dominance—as I arrange the scissors and combs on the counter. Each tool I line up with precision feels like another step toward making this dream a reality. It isn’t just about me, though, it’s about her. About us. About building something meaningful for our pack and Aria.

My scent, a familiar mix of lavender and bergamot, lingers in the air, mingling with the chemical tang of hair products. It’s a fragrance that feels like home now. This place, this moment, is everything I’ve worked for.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, yanking me from my thoughts. I glance down at the screen and see Evelyn Hartley’s name. My pulse quickens. Omega rights activist, local celebrity—having her step into our salon could change everything.

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