Page 13 of Unable Omega
Rob
He kissed me back. No, he kissed me first, and I returned the gesture, breathing him in, feeling a sense of homecoming I’d never dreamed would happen. Never allowed myself to believe, at least. As I’d told him. I’d shared emotions, thoughts, feelings, something I never did. He didn’t know at lot about my past, but I’d tried hard to put it behind me, and I’d share more of that later. I’d have to. Markus and his damned therapy, going on and on about how it didn’t matter what happenedtous, only what we made of ourselves going forward.
We couldn’t change yesterday, but we could grasp onto today with both fists while being open to what tomorrow would bring. Mostly, I’d just let him talk, glad to see those ideas work for the others but never expecting them to work for me. And I was still holding back a bit on that. But hope? I pulled that to me as I brought the omega into my lap, our lips never parting, and my bear quiet and in the background. Satisfied. For the moment.
We hadn’t talked about anything, so I was afraid to overstep what he might want, but when
Sage made the first move to take off my shirt, I took that as permission to do the same, and soon all of our clothes were scattered on the floor, the omega straddling my lap, facing me, our kisses only interrupted when absolutely necessary for the getting-naked process.
His skin was almost smooth, quite the contrast from his bear self, and I ran my hands over him, mapping his lean—too lean—torso with my palms. I would feed him, though, every day, until he returned to his fighting weight. I left his lips to kiss my way down the side of his throat, nibbling and drawing skin into my mouth to suckle. Tasting him. Imprinting him. Rememberinghim. Impossible though it sounded, it felt that way. Maybe we knew one another in the before times, when we dwelled on another plane.
Goddess, where is this coming from?
My bear came close enough to say,Mate, before sinking down deep again.
From that point, he stayed away, giving us the privacy we needed to do what he wanted us to do.
“If we do this, I’m going to mark you,” I said, lifting him up so the tip of my cock brushed his slick, needy hole. Maybe it wasn’t fair, but I was at least trying to get a final okay.
“If you don’t, I’ll hurt you,” he snarled, jerking his hips downward and engulfing me in his tight, hot glove of a body. No virgin, I’d also never felt anything like this.
“You’re incredible.” I kept hold of him, using my muscles to drive in and out of my mate. If anyone had ever told me how much better sex would be with my mate, I’d have skipped all the pointless practice of my youth and just waited for him. “Some people never get a mate,” I panted.
“Fate can be cruel.” He wound his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck.
“But not to us.” Each plunge, each drive went a little deeper until I was fully seated and my balls were tightening. Stopping to breathe, to make it last longer, was ineffective because my mate used the opportunity to do some twisting moves that had me clinging to the edge of sanity. “Jerk yourself, please,” I gasped.
“No need.” He fell back, only stopped from falling to the floor by my shifting my hands higher to support his waist. “I—” And he did. His cum spurted from the head of his cock without him even having to touch it, and I followed him into near oblivion.
As the last judder of cum poured into his body, I knotted for the first time ever. Binding us together while I sank my fangsinto the side of his throat, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth.
No sooner had I lapped away the last of the blood than my mate shocked me by marking me back. Pride surged through my veins at the thought that anyone who saw me would know I was his. Our kiss was a small blood exchange, sealing us in one more way. Ceremonial. Solemn. Ecstatic.
We held one another, my mate still wound around me, until my knot shrank and then I stood and laid him on the bed. Gathering him close, I made him my little spoon. We were asleep when a rap on the door told me our sleuth mates had brought us breakfast, so I brought in the tray and fed him bite by bite before allowing him to go to sleep again.
“You’re going to need your strength, mate,” I told him. “For what I have planned for you.”
Chapter Twelve
Sage
I sat straight up in bed, sweating from head to toe. The droplets ran down the dip of my spine and plopped onto the soaked sheets beneath me. I moved my hand to my hip, still feeling the needle as it was shoved into my hip. The silence and loudness of the lab rang in my ears. That place between consciousness and sleep tugged between my temples. The dream hovered around me like a dark cloud full of lightning and chaos and war. A war within myself.
Oh, Goddess. The dream had been so real…because it was real. What I’d seen in my sleep wasn’t something made up. It was a reenactment. A recollection. Memories.
My bear had killed everyone in his path at the facility. Blood and muscle splattered against the white walls as he clawed through their skin. He’d been so angry, so much pent-up rage held down by overdoses of poison. The smell of the blood and chemicals stung the inside of my nose and pushed through my sinuses. The sound of their cries…it pierced my eardrums. I put my fingers to my earlobes expecting to see blood, but there was nothing.
Mary had made the biggest mistake of her life not shutting that door behind her and she paid for it with hers. I had killed her in my rush to get out of there. My bear had seen it. Hidden it from me. Tried to erase it from my memory.
From what I could recall, he’d killed at least seven people, and I used the word people loosely. They were monsters in white coats and fake smiles on their faces. They called out numbers instead of names. Referred to us as beasts, freaks, unwanted, outcast.
They were the ones who were less than human despite their appearance.
Still, I now knew what I was.
No matter the circumstances, I was a killer. My bear was a murderer and I couldn’t be sure he hadn’t grown fond of the taste of blood. Or taking lives.
There was a chance he would do it again. And again. And again. Like that night, I might not be able to take over when he did. I might not ever be able to stop him. I was useless against his anger.
