Page 74 of The Omega Project

Derek’s voice is choked with so much emotion, it brings tears to my eyes.

“Then I am yours, and you are mine.”

Derek clutches Finn’s arms, his body still shaking as Finn draws him down and sinks his teeth into his throat. I think he whispers the bonding vow, but it’s hard to tell when his head falls forward, resting on Finn’s shoulder. I grab his thighs as Finn slowly lowers him into the water, crawling into his lap to nuzzle his bonding mark.

“So proud of you,” I whisper. “I love you so much, Derek.”

He gives me a stunned smile, his fingers lifting to touch his bonding mark. “Holy shit, Em.”

I’m tempted to trace it myself, but Finn crouches at the side of the tub and my eyes widen. “You didn’t break him, did you?”

Fin tilts his head. “How do you feel, Derek?”

“Good. So,sogood.”

Finn’s lips quirk. “He’ll be fine in a moment. Do you want to sit with him some more, or can I tempt you to come out to me?”

I’m not sure how I’d answer if Derek didn’t lean forward and squeeze my arm. “Go on, babe. I’m just going to lie back here and watch for a while.”

“Okay,” I reply, licking my lips. “But don’t fall asleep, okay?”

He chuckles, then presses a hand to his chest. “No fear of that. My heart is pounding so hard, I think it’s trying to tap out an SOS.”

I know he’s joking but I cast Finn a wary glance as I climb out. Despite those dark wings on his back, he’s the picture of innocence as he takes my hand, helping me over the edge and setting me on the sodden bathmat. It squelches under my feet, and I bite my lip. “We’ve made a mess of your bathroom.”

“Ourbathroom,” he corrects me, and opens a cupboard, drawing out an armful of thick, fluffy towels. “Do you want it soft and sweet, in a silken nest?” he asks as he hands me the towel from the top of the pile. “Or do you want it here, on our wet bathroom floor, fast and hard until I own every inch of you?”

I gulp again, but my mouth is now watering, my thighs clenching behind my towel.

“I want you to own me,” I tell him. “Right here, until I can feel you under my skin.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, his back flexing in the mirror as he tosses the towels on the floor. I watch the wings stretch across his muscles, more demon than angel in the flickering candlelight. With his black hair and haunting eyes, he could be Lucifer reborn as he spreads the towels with his toes, soaking up some of our mess and forming a makeshift bed. “Lie down, Emily.”

Has the devil just whispered in my ear?

I’m not sure, but my soul is already his, so I sink to my knees and gaze up at him.

“Beautiful girl,” he says, cupping my face. Twin flames dance in his eyes as he studies me. “Looking at you like this, I’m not sure if I want to make you pray or beg.”

I bite back a whimper, because I’m not sure what I want, either.

“The truth is,” he says as he crouches beside me, “I just want you to lie back and let me worship you.”

Without a second thought, I sink onto the makeshift bed, opening my thighs so he can position himself between them. When he’s settled, he peels away the last towel, but he doesn’t touch me like I expect. Instead, he takes my hand, his lips pressing to the ugly bite mark on my wrist. His tongue laps over the scar, and I feel a tingling sensation. Not lightning, but something soft and warm, like soap bubbles popping on my skin. “A few more kisses, and it will be as good as new.”

“Really?” He releases my hand, and I stare in wonder at the patch of skin, still pink but smoother than before. “Um. There’s the scar on my knee I got when I tripped over a chair.”

Derek snorts from the bath, but Finn just bends and kisses the tiny mark. I shiver at the sensation, although it’s more from his soft hair trailing over my skin than his soap-bubble healing.

“Where else?” he asks, planting an arm on either side of me and staring down at my body. “This area here looks a little sore.”

His lips feather over my left shoulder, lapping up to my neck before dancing across to my right. When he’s done, he skims down between my breasts, licking across my ribs and leaving a swath of goosebumps in his wake. My fists curl against the damp towels, but I hold still, soaking up every kiss, every worshipful caress. I don’t know how much time passes as he chases all my invisible hurts, but when his mouth reaches my lower belly, I’m panting in need.

“Please, Finn,” I whisper, my hips lifting in supplication. “I need you inside me.”

I expect him to tell me to be patient, but when his gaze meets mine, I can see how close he’s riding the edge. “You’re ready?”

“Please,” I whimper.

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