Page 291 of Ominous: Part 1
Neither of us smile. “Give me another reason,” he says quietly.
“For?” I shift on my skirt, knowing the concrete is picking at it, but I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My soul is tethered to his.
“For staying. Not running.”
I don’t need to think it through. I could talk about Shoreside. Nic. I could tell him all these things that don’t matter. Obsession, wanting to be wanted, a need for attention, suspension. But they’re not true.
There’s only one true thing. “You. It’s the only reason there is.”
I don’t really see him move. It’s just, one moment we’re sitting side by side, and the next, he’s over me, his hands on either side of my head, mine dragging up my skirt for him as I let my knees fall to the side.
His mouth is over mine, then my face, my neck, his teeth scraping along my throat. One hand comes to his pants, he’s undoing his belt, shoving down his boxers, my eyes are closed with the feel of his mouth everywhere, along my clavicle, back up.
“We’re going to figure this out.” His words are breathless. Hopeless. Sad, with the weight of them. A god fallen. Never a god at all. “You’re not going to leave me.” So painfully mortal it hurts. He grabs my knee, shoving it open, the muscles along my inner thigh stretched painfully, the pool just behind me. I inhale the chlorine, the scent of Eli, a cold and haunted fall night.
He lines up with my entrance, and dark green eyes are locked on mine. I don’t know if he’s waiting for me to speak, if he’s waiting for anything at all, but it feels like a pause.
Like he wants a promise.
I circle my fingers around him, thick and hard beneath my hand, for a moment, I don’t want to do this here, because I don’t want Luna to see him like this, ever again.
But I know she’s still sleeping, or she would’ve said something.
And thinking of her, of them, of his past and my present, something horrible slides under my skin as he stares at me while I stroke him, his bottom lip blanching from his teeth.
“Look at her,” I whisper. All he would have to do is look up.Just look up.
He narrows his eyes. He knows what I’m telling him to do. “No.”
“Look up. Last night, with Dom—”
He grabs my face, his chest pressed to mine as he leans down, his cock so, so close to where I’m aching for him. His lips move over my own when he speaks, his fingers digging into my jaw. “You want me to look up?” he whispers, his tone laced with taunting, possessiveness, something primal that makes my body flush with heat, withwanting.
He angles his hips.
I suck in a breath, moving my fingers from him, to me, spreading myself wide, like I could force him that way. “Fuck me, Eli.”
“While I look at her?” He smiles, the devil in his eyes.
It doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t scare me. “Yes.Yes.”
A groan leaves his throat as he dips his head to kiss me, pulling my bottom lip hard enough to hurt at the same time he pushes against me, my fingers still there, between us. I moan, feeling him nudging me, and he says my name against my ear, turning my face away from him so he’s speaking over my skin.
“This is only for me,” he says, like a question.
He pushes and pushes, and he’s inside of me, and I’m wrapping my legs around him, but I don’t answer him, and it pisses him off.
I like it.
He likes it.
“Eden.” He bites my ear, tugging hard. I arch my neck, my eyes flying open, and I can see the pool, upside down.Right there. Inches below my head.
I know he knows it, too, the way he moves his hand from my jaw to my throat, his fingers wrapping tight around me.
Fear flickers through my veins,but I’m not afraid.
They are not the same thing.
