Page 12 of The Buck Stops Hare

That halted me. “Why’s that?” I mentally chastised my wandering hand as it inched its way toward my cock traitorously.

“Well, you understand at its essence, an omega is designed that way to—” he said, but I cut him off with a scoff.

“Bro, already had the talk from Grim. I don’t need it again. I get it. Much appreciate the wholeno knocking upthing quite yet, but like… Why are you not the best?”

“Dark history. I cannot quite ignore the fact that I’m a god who has been sacrificed to. I bear blood. It used to make a god stronger before we learned other ways. Before we earned worship, before we heard our mother.” Genuine shame crept into his voice, the low, neutral accent of him going hoarse.

“Aztec, right?” Grim had told me some. He’d told me much.

“Maya, Olmecs, Inca, Aztec, half a dozenfirst nations.” He moved a little with his hands thrown up, indicating air quotes. “And second nations. Maybe third. I lost count.” His shadow’s posture slouched, a sad puppet show on the cloth curtain.

“When’s the last time you got a sacrifice?” I scrubbed at my legs and backside a little fastidiously. Every graze of my fingers over my crack made me shiver and tingle with need.

“The last time I demanded one, or the last time someone gave one to me? Two different things.” He huffed and leaned back, the tank of his toilet rattling.

“Probably five centuries since I requested one. Eighty or so years since one was given,” he said the latter with such detest.

“That’s like a dozen generations, man. More, even.” I rinsed the rest of my body off and pushed open the curtain. “You regret it?”

He glanced up at me, truth in his eyes as he nodded, gaze never straying from my own.

“Would you do it again?”

He shook his head, the hurt in his generalvibepalpable. Aura? I sensed it in the air between us and I yearned to heal him.

“And this whole aspect thing I can’t change?” I put my hands on my hips, enjoying the sensation of the water ebbing off my skin, cock twitching in the air.

With a halfhearted shrug, he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We are meant for one another, I think, but we don’t have to stay.”

My body had ideas my mind didn’t, so when I stepped out boldly into his reach, he ignored my hardness and opened toned, sinewy arms to latch around my waist. The gentle prod of my prominent erection brushed his neck.

Unlike what little contact I’d had with women, this brought peace to me more than satisfaction. Like two magnets clicking together, we connected, and he buried his face into my belly, nose brushing above my navel. “Death gods do not deserve mates.”

“I’m a cliff, right? It’s my name?” I reached down to trail damp fingers through his thick, ebony locks. Holy fuck, I wanted to grab a handful of them and pull him into a kiss.

He nodded, glancing up at me with adoration.

“I’m sure many have fallen to their doom, right? People have been shoved off cliffs for sacrifice? Not sure how that works, but do I not deserve love, either? Seems to me you have an awful lot of love to give with a past that fucked up, man,” I said, making him tighten his arms. Even sad, he made my cock strain.

Half the reason I’d avoided losing my virginity or acting upon the hormonal storm I was in was the mere fact that I’d no clue what I wanted to do. Everything ended in me spread-eagle or bent over being fucked. Buck didn’t seem to be after that though.

“Don’t let me lose you. Do not let me lose myself, please?” The gravel in his voice creaked as he spoke and nuzzled higher, resting his cheek against my toned, damp belly. I flexed a little instinctively, and he rubbed his cheek a little firmer in response.

Oooh…

“What does Rayne think of you?” Instead of going straight into something sexual, I traced my fingers down the side of his scalp, tips brushing his ear. He shuddered at the touch.

“I don’t know. He lets me stay in their territory. I watch over Vida for them.”

“Vida?”

“His daughter. She’s a few weeks old now and I spend the night sometimes, keeping her quiet so he can rest and recover. He likes that.”

Rayne had a baby. He was an omega, an aspect, had gotten pregnant and birthed an actual child in that horrifying way Grim had explained to me using a bruised kiwi and an unnecessarily firm grip. “Oh. Must mean he likes you.”

Hell of a way to figure out I was an uncle.

I stroked his head again, thinking of something to say, but the urgesburnedwithin me to be pounded, to come, to writhe.

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