Page 119 of The Butcher

“I…” Indy squeezes her thighs together as I round the table, moving counterclockwise to keep distance between us the best she can. “I don’t really know, but I’m willing to find out.”

“Me too.”

I stop following her and grab onto the wooden edge, all but throwing it across the dining room and the second I do, Indy sprints toward the back door, leaps over the chair she propped against it, then zigzags her way toward the living room.

But she’s not getting away this time.

Just before she breeches the doorway, I snag her around the waist, the fireplace poker dropping to the floor with a clang—thank God—and have her pinned to the refrigerator before my omega knows what hit her.

Holding one arm above her head, I look down into Indy’s wide, glassy eyes, her scent the only fucking thing I can smell, her face the only thing I can see. My hips are pinning her in place, the erection I popped about ten minutes ago pressing against her belly, her breasts heaving against my chest as I lean in a little closer and inhale deeply.

So fucking good.

“Caught you, sweetheart,” I grunt as she moves against me, trying to stop the way she keeps perfuming, I have no doubt, but it’s useless.

I know Indy feels the same way I do, that she wants me because we’re a match, that she loves me for the same reasonand then some. And I know she’s just as angry as I am over all my bad choices, so giving in to the bond isn’t something my omega is going to allow just yet.

But it is happening, and it’s going down right in this fucking kitchen if I have any kind of say in the matter.

“You’re an asshole,” Indy pants, her eyes bouncing back and forth between mine. “I don’t even know what you’re trying to prove by getting in here and chasing me through, through the house.”

Her words end on a throaty moan as I shove my boot between her feet and kick her legs open, her scent becoming an almost tangible thing that is going to drive me wild until I can bathe in it.

“You’re mine,” I say as I push my nose into her hair, smiling against her skin when I see Nash’s bite, the little scabs healing on top of light purple bruises. “I’m proving that, aren’t I?”

Indy whines as I nuzzle the side of her neck but just as quickly, she shoves at my chest with her free hand and all but growls, “This doesn’t change one single thing about how you’ve been treating me.”

“How I’ve been treating you?” I glare right back at her as soon as I’m making eye contact. “I haven’t done one goddamn thing to?— “

“You left me when I went into heat!”

“I didn’t know!”

Indy pushes against me, trying to put space between us, but instead, pushes her hips against mine and my fucking cock twitches behind my fly. And judging by her expression, my omega felt it.

“Stop that,” she warns before she continues ripping into me. “And you would have known if you’d actually tried spending time with me, or, I don’t know, having a normal conversationwith me! We’re scent matches, Bramley, and if you’d accepted that?— “

“I know!” I bark in her face. “I know you’re my match, and I know I’ve done wrong by you. Repeatedly. I have done nothing but fight you and your fucking presence every step of the way, and it makes my stupid chest hurt thinking about how you had to suffer for three fucking hours because of me! Because I wasn’t there!”

“Okay!” Indy huffs in my face. “Why couldn’t you put on your big boy pants and talk to me like this before?”

I push into her harder, my eyes never leaving hers. “Because I was fucking scared, okay? Being an omega in Obsidian Falls is dangerous, and I was scared I was going to lose you just like everyone else did before!”

“You were scared of losing me, so you pushed me away instead?” she shouts as she wiggles a little more. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!”

“I know,” I growl, leaning down until we’re sharing the same air. “All it did was hurt you, and I don’t think I can forgive myself for that!”

Quickly, before I can react, Indy reaches up with her free hand and grabs my mask, pulling it down until it’s sitting around my neck before she uses it to pull me in her face and put us nose to nose.

“You have to,” she growls right back. “Because if I can forgive your dumbass for how stupidly you’ve handled our relationship, then you sure as fuck better do the same. I refuse to spend the rest of my life with you brooding and spoiling me because you feel guilty. I want to spend the rest of my life with you brooding and spoiling me because you love me, and I’m your scent match, and that’s just the way it fucking is.”

Then she’s kissing me.

This once broken omega is kissing the shit out of me, right after whatever the hell just happened, and I can’t tell if I want to keep fighting her to see what else she’ll do when she’s pissed, or finally give in the way she just fucking demanded.

Eh, I’ll go with the latter.

I was hoping to get things moving on the right track and it may not have gone how I planned, it’s happening now, and I guess fighting it isn't an option any longer.

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