Page 150 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

I tugged at her dress. The silk was cool and thin enough that it was easy to shift the slit over her hips without revealing her to the whole ballroom.

“Arch your back for me,” I breathed. The heels were perfect for this, getting her so much closer to my height.

“You can’t,” she pleaded as I tugged at her panties.

“You’re tense, Little Reaper,” I breathed. “I’m going to help you relax.”

“Umbra already did.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss against her neck, freeing my own cock with a decent amount of subtlety beneath the waves of black silk. “Tell me the truth. Do you really not want me to fuck you?” I asked.

“I…” She let out a little whine of irritation at the command. “I always do, it doesn’t mean weshould—” She cut off with a breath of shock as I drove my cock into her without warning. When she whined like that—it didn’t matter if it was rage, or brattiness—I just needed to fucking claim her.

“You take me so good, Little Reaper,” I growled.

“Wait—!” Her voice was breathless.

“Yes?” I asked, pressing into her deeper as I cupped her neck and ran my teeth along her jaw.

“We’re right in the middle of the party.” Her voice was weak.

They wouldn’t. We’d arrived just as they were opening the balcony, and I’d told a worker to close it off for another half hour before letting anyone else up while she was in the washroom.

The only view anyone was getting was from below, and they wouldn’t see much. Not that I was against that at all, but she was ever so shy.

“Was Dusk lying when he told me you’re wet for him when he plays with you around the academy?”

“Well…” She swallowed. “He’s…” She trailed off. “He’s Dusk.”

“So you’re happy for someone to catch you being claimed by him, but not me?”

“That’s not…” She let out a breath as I slid into her. “Not what I meant. And we weren’t in the middle of a—a party.”

“Well, maybe it’s a bit more my thing.” I’d fuck her on a stage with an audience and wouldn’t blink but I think that might make her faint. “Turn around.”

I drew out of her, careful to keep track of her dress so when I lifted her and set her on the railing, she was covered.

“What—Ransom!” Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she glanced back over the ledge.

“You think I’m going to drop you?” I asked with a grin, letting my aura flare slightly as I stepped close, nudging her knees apart. With one hand tangled in her hair and the other at her hips I drove into her.

She let out the sweetest little moan, slender arms still wound around my neck. I saw her glance over her shoulder again, eyes wide as she took in the crowd below.

“Do you want me to let you down?” I asked.

Her eyes snapped back to me, and I saw a flicker of a thrill in them.

Oh, she was so very into this.

I grinned, and she let out a little gasp as I dragged her back over my length roughly.

“Good girl,” I breathed, driving into her again, palms resting on the small of her back, feeling her heels dig into my back as she wrapped her legs around me, too.

She was so beautiful, though the bond and ball of nervous energy, flitting between humiliation and thrill like she couldn’t make up her mind.

“They’ll kick us out—ugh!” I drove into her roughly, cutting her off.

“I’ve never been kicked out of an event in my life,” I growled. “I’m Ransom Kingsman, and you’re my omega.”

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