Page 114 of Broken Omega

I leave the T-shirt on the towel rail, ready to put it on in the morning.

I take off the last thing I’m wearing, a set of diamond earrings my father gave me the morning he took me to the academy.

They’re one of the only gifts he ever gave me. He told me he was giving me them to symbolize my journey into maturity, and that he expected me to wear them again on my wedding day.

I feel like flushing them down the toilet, but that’s probably kind of wasteful.

They might be expensive, but they’re worth nothing as far as I’m concerned.

Setting them down on the side of the sink, I decide to leave it up to chance.

They’ll sit there until I figure out what to do with them, or they’ll get knocked into the sink and slip down the drain. Either way, it’s no great loss.

Suddenly, it feels kind of hot in the bathroom. Which is kind of weird considering I just got naked.

My skin feels warm to the touch, which I think has helped loosen the prosthetic on my thigh.

It feels loose in the middle now. I pry up a couple of edges without an issue, and it flops off and into my hand. Running a hand over the area, I can’t feel any residue. Huh.

“Well, that was easy.”

It came off in one piece and I kind of want to keep it, but I doubt I’ll ever need it again. It served its purpose, and it’s not the last one I’ll ever make. I set it down by the side of the candle.

There’s a red mark where it was stuck down on my thigh, but I haven’t torn any skin.

I should have needed a solvent remover to get it off.

I guess I’m sweating a little bit, and my skin is hot. That combination must have loosened the glue.

Fanning myself with my hand, I start to wonder why my body’s heating up like I’m a human radiator while slick is coursing down my legs as if my pussy’s trying to make up for six years of lost time in one night.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I mutter, my gaze moving to my eyes in the mirror.

I don’t look half as cute in my shock as Kellan does, but I think I’m about to bring that same look out in him all over again in another few seconds, once I step out of the bathroom, and he sees what’s happening to me.

A dull, desperate ache in my pussy makes me double over the sink, groaning out loud in the weirdest combination of pleasure and pain I’ve ever experienced.

I slip my hand between my legs and stroke my throbbing clit.

The climax that roars through me drops me to my knees.

My breath is torn from me as the ache in my pussy gets more intense, leaving me helplessly squirming on the bathroom floor.

I can’t catch my breath, and I can’t ease the ache.

It’s too intense to handle.God, I’m going to pass out.

“Brooke?” Kellan calls out from the other side of the door. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head, trying in vain to gasp in a breath.

My vision starts to blur as the door handle turns.

Did I lock the door? Fuck, I don’t know.

My eyes close, and there’s an instant where I’m certain I’m about to pass out, and then I’m in Kellan’s arms. I open my eyes and grasp at his clothes, clinging to him like he’s a life-preserver.

“It’s okay,” he tells me softly. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’ve got you.”

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