Page 28 of Omega's Vengeance

Frustration radiates off of him. “It’s hard to be silent after the things I’ve seen in my life, Alessio. So many men will die needlessly because of how naive you are,” he mutters. “Maybe you don’t understand because you’re young and blinded by too much pride.”

“I don’t care about your opinions, Dario. You’re nothing to me.”

“Do you care about yourbloodline?” he rumbles. “Because the Abella line will die with you. Is that truly something your father would have wanted?”

My stomach churns at his words. He’s right. If I die before I leave an heir, the Abella bloodline goes with me. That’s the curse of being an only child. But I’m also the only one who can avenge my father’s honor. Dario doesn’t seem to grasp that. “It can’t be helped.”

“Of course it can be helped.” He sounds disgusted as he lays down again. “If this was what your father had wanted, he’d have done it himself. You think you’re honoring your father?” He chuffs. “You’re destroying everything he built. You’re spitting on his grave, Alessio.”

Anger jolts through me and my face heats. “Fuck you, Dario.”

“Careful what you ask for.” His voice is low and threatening.

The hairs on the back of my neck stiffen, as does my dick. I need to be careful with Dario. He’s an alpha after all, and he isn’t my prisoner anymore. I turn my back on him again, pulse racing. “I don’t need your advice, nor do I want it. I want nothing from you, Dario. Once we get back to Los Demonios, I hope to never see you again.”

“If you come after Valentino, you’ll most definitely see me.”

I close my eyes, trying to shake off the uneasiness his deep voice sends shivering through me. I inch away so that we’re not touching in any way. I’m confused by him. By his motivation to stop me from seeking my revenge. Is it simply that he’s trying to protect his boss? It feels like more. It feels like he’s trying to protect me. By all rights, he should want bad things to happen to me after how I treated him.

Neither of us says anything else. Feeling agitated, it takes me a while to fall asleep. Eventually, I do drift off. My dreams are a violent, jumbled mess starring Carlos and Dario. I wake up covered in sweat, shivering. I’m relieved I was only dreaming, but so fucking cold to the bone.

Instinctively, I roll over and move closer to Dario’s warm body. I’m not as angry anymore, just mostly freezing. He suggested sharing our body heat, so hopefully he won’t mind. I’d prefer he didn’t wake up and catch me snuggling, but I’m willing to risk it. As his heat seeps into me, I press my face to his broad back.

His woodsy scent fills my nose as my bodyslowlywarms. My shivering calms, and I let out a relieved sigh. I hate that I need his body heat, but the cabin is like an ice box. I can only imagine how much colder it is outside the cabin. His breathing is deep and even, and when I’m certain he’s asleep, I inch even closer to him. I carefully tuck my body against his so that my chest hugs his back, and my thighs fit into the curve of his.

I’ll move away as soon as I’m warm enough.

The heat radiating from him feels so fucking good, I have to stifle a whimper of pleasure. I’m annoyed that my dick is hard, but I can’t seem to control my bodies reaction to him. I remember the night we met. My plan was simply to lure him outside and jab him with the needle. But instead, I let him fuck me. My lust was off the charts with Dario from the beginning. I’m not sure what’s different about him. I’ve never been like this with any other alpha.

When Dario stirs, I go very still. I sense he’s awake now, and his breathing picks up slightly. I should probably move away since he’s no longer asleep, but I don’t want to leave the heat of his bulky body. When he reaches back, resting his big hand on the curve of my ass, I stiffen. My mouth goes dry as his hand slides lower, and he rubs two fingers between my ass crack.

I should tell him to get his fucking hands off me, but I stay silent. Every inch of my skin tingles as his warm hand squeezes my ass. I know what he wants. It’s not like he’s being subtle. The scary part is I want it too. I want more of Dario. I want him to fuck me again. This hunger I have for him makes no sense. It’s dangerous. It’s insanity. He’s my enemy, but all I want to do is roll onto my stomach and offer him my hole.

Perspiration prickles my heated skin. I feel shaky and feverish. It’s like I’m in heat, but that’s impossible. I’m on a heat suppressing pill. I missed a few pills with all the drama happening with Dario and Carlo, but surely a few missed pills wouldn’t stop the effectiveness of that medication completely.

I shake my head, trying to clear the lusty fog that’s descending. He turns over and now we’re facing each other. His warm mouth is only inches from mine. I feel drenched in his pheromones. We share heated breaths and I begin to tremble. Something weird is happening deep inside of me. I feel weak. Submissive. I want to give Dario anything he asks for, which makes no sense. He’s my enemy. Why do I want to submit to him? But I do. My ass hole aches and throbs with the need to give him what I know he wants.

His usually dark eyes are a light golden brown. There’s a low growl rumbling deep in his throat. As he slips his hand behind my head, tangling his fingers in my hair, I whimper. I fuckingwhimper. I should knee him in the groin. I should punch him. Yell at him. The obvious thing is to warn him off, but instead, I part my lips willing him to kiss me.

He gives a soft snarl and he takes my mouth. The feel of his hot mouth on mine has me melting into him. He rolls over on top of me, and the kiss deepens. He’s heavy. His weight crushes me into the sagging mattress. All I can think about is his taste as he pushes his tongue deep into my throat. I suck on his tongue, feeling delirious with need.

He rubs his hands down my sides, thrusting his hips against mine. There’s too much clothing between us. I crave the feel of his warm skin on mine. I slip my hands under his shirt and sweater, digging my nails into his back. He reaches up and pulls his shirt and sweater off, and I run my hands up his muscular chest. I want to absorb him through my fingers. I want him inside me in all ways. The need to consume and be consumed is raging in me.

“Alessio,” he whispers, his eyes glittering with raw lust. “Will you give me what I need?”

As if hypnotized, I nod and drop my hands to my jeans. I undo the top button and he helps me unzip them. Then he sits up and tugs them off of me roughly. He tosses them off the bed and slips out of his slacks. He’s fully naked now, and I’m only wearing my shirt and cashmere sweater. But the chill of the cabin is a distant thought as he settles between my thighs. My dick is so hard, it’s painful as he begins licking and sucking the head of my cock.

I tangle my fingers in his short hair, gripping tight. “Feels good,” I moan.

He grunts and swallows my length deep into his tight throat. Instinctively, I thrust, using his mouth for my pleasure. His big hands cup and stroke my swollen balls, and the suction is perfect. He’s definitely skilled. The way he uses his mouth and tongue is obscenely delicious. I could blow so easily, but I want to come on his dick. I want that more than anything.

“Fuck me,” I plead, rocking my hips and going deeper into his throat. I arch my back, hands gripping the sheets tight as I fuck his mouth. “Oh, God, Stop. You’re g… g… gonna make me come.”

He ignores me and continues sucking, bringing me to the edge of my climax over and over. I’m shaking with the strain of trying not to come in his beautiful mouth. Eventually, he gives a little self-satisfied laugh, and slowly pulls his mouth off of me. He crawls up my body, his eyes glittering eerily.

He begins kissing me again. His mouth is teasing now. The kisses are lighter, almost playful. He’s driving me nuts, as he teases me with his skillful tongue. I don’t want finesse, I want him to fuck me deep and hard. I press closer to him, moaning and opening my thighs wider. My body aches for more. It’s like a madness has taken over my brain. I’m confused and frustrated as I recognize that I am indeed in heat. I don’t know how that’s possible, but I know it’s true. I suspect he’s in an alpha rut as well, responding to the scent of slick oozing from my hole.

He inhales my scent, nipping my neck. “Fuck, you smell good,” he hisses. “So ripe and fertile.”

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