Page 9 of Omega on the Rocks
I shifted in his grip, trying to ignore the throbbing need between my legs, slick still wet and shamefully warm against my thighs.I felt used—but not by him. Byme. By my own biology. I hated how much I wanted him… how easy it had been to fall apart for him.
He must’ve felt it—that shaking, unraveling tension coiling through me. His mouth brushed my shoulder, soft and reverent, as his voice dropped to a low rumble. “It’s okay, preacher. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Safe. That word again. But what the hell did it even mean anymore?
Nothing about this felt safe. Not the fire he’d lit in my core. Not the primal, impossible heat still curling low in my belly. Not the way his hand began to trail down, dipping past my navel, fingers sliding into the mess he’d made of me. I gasped, back arching instinctively into his touch.
He chuckled—a sound so deep, so smug and tender it made my stomach twist. “Your body knows what it wants,” he murmured, circling my entrance with slow, devastating strokes. “And I’ll give it to you, preacher. As many times as it takes.”
I whimpered, helpless as my hips bucked into him, needing him so badly it hurt. But my mind—my terrified, spiraling mind—was already sprinting ahead, clawing for answers. What did thismean? Was I his now? Was I pregnant already? Was there even a future for us beyond this couch and the animal heat between us?
His voice wrapped around me like silk. “You don’t have to figure it all out tonight. We’ve got time. A whole lifetime, if you’ll let me.”
And Iwantedto believe him. I did. His promise melted over me like honey, soothing the edges of my fear. But it wasn’t enough to stop the panic clawing its way up my throat. This wasn’t just sex. This was transformation. I’d crossed a line I couldn’t uncross. Ihad let an alpha fuck me, and some desperate, wounded part of me was screamingrun.
Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.
I shoved out of his arms, stumbling upright, my body trembling, slick still dripping down my thighs as I fumbled for my clothes. Shame and the stupid remnants of arousal warred inside me, both too big to contain.
“Preacher—?” Kieran sat up, his voice laced with confusion and concern.
But I was already at the door.
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. My heart pounded as I fled into the night, bare feet slapping the cold porch, lungs burning with the need for space—for silence—foranythingbut the heavy press of Kieran’s claim still inside me.
The wind hit me like a slap, sharp and cold and bracing. I kept running.
Not just from Kieran.
But fromme. From the omega part of myself I’d locked away for years. From the truth I couldn’t un-feel now that he’d cracked it wide open with one possessive, devastating touch.
The forest swallowed me whole.
Chapter Five
Branches clawed at my skin as I ran, bare feet pounding the earth, lungs seizing against the cold bite of air. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when my body was still soaked in him—my thighs slick, my hole stretched and aching from where he’d been, but empty.Still empty.
And that emptiness?
It was driving me out of my fucking mind.
He hadn’t knotted me.
And I didn’t understandwhy.
He’d taken me. Driven into me like he needed it—like he needed me—but when the moment came, when my body opened in a haze of heat and need,he’d pulled back. Held himself still, pumping me full of cum without the pleasure of his knot. Denied us both the thing my omega instincts were screaming for.
And now every step was torment.
My body begged for something he’d refused to give me, and my heart couldn’t figure out if that made me rejected—or protected.
I stumbled into a clearing, chest heaving, legs trembling. The slick between my thighs felt obscene in the open air, a physical reminder of what we’d done. Of what wealmostdid.
I dropped to my knees, fists digging into the dirt. My throat burned. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn’t come. My body was too busy aching, pulsing,needing.
Why hadn’t he finished?
Why hadn’t heclaimedme?
