Page 40 of Dark Goodbye

Still, he pulls back, searching my face for something, no doubt seeking permission to defile me, forcing me to beg for the cock that’s pulsing against my thigh. When I remain silent, staring up at him with all the defiance I can muster, he pulls away, roaring his displeasure.

With one firm yank, he grips the front of my gown, tearing it in two, exposing me to his feral gaze. He continues to pull the tattered edges down, pinning my arms to my side with the sleeves. Try as I might, I can’t escape.

The very thought of being helpless beneath him causes even more slick to gather, soaking the edge of his pants that rode back up. He glances down between us and smirks before rising just enough to shimmy them off and add them to the pile at the front of the bed.

My tummy flips as he wedges himself between my thighs, and for a moment, I worry he’s going to force himself on me. Part of me wants him to. The unchecked need of the heat wants him to throw everything to the wind and just devour me as he’s hinted at wanting.

But the rational part, the part that won’t shut up or go away quivers beneath the powerful strength of his thighs of the unyielding force as they spread me wide. Screwing my eyes shut, I hold my breath, waiting for the impending rip as he forces himself past my barrier.

It never comes. Despite the seductive moans filling the air, he never touches me. The only sensation is that of his knuckles dragging against my skin. Looking over at him, I watch as he continues to stroke himself, his face screwed up in concentration.

Pained lines pop up on his face as he grips the sheets with one hand and his shaft with the other. More than anything, I want to reach up and smooth those lines away, to whisper into his ear that I want him to pleasure me, to drive this heat away, but I can’t.

The words are stuck in my throat, clawing at my insides, begging to be free. I know all too soon, I’ll succumb, and when I do, I’ll no longer be the innocent omega from a far-off commune. I’ll be Davix’s mate. Forever after, I’ll be in the shadow of a mighty Alpha, and no longer a being in my own right.

Tears prick my eyes as the knowledge slams into me that my days are numbered. As much as I wanted to get my heat over with, to get through the agony of my first time, sorrow pricks my heart. It’s all too soon. Too sudden.

With one final stroke, Davix grips the base of his cock, angling it over me as cum sprays from him, coating my skin with his hot essence. It seeps into my pores, infusing me with his wild, masculine scent. The heat from earlier was a mild warmth in comparison to the scorching sensations blazing through my body.

Davix shakes his cock a few times, ensuring that every drop lands on my body, before standing up and heading out the door. Without so much as another glance back, he slams it behind him, leaving me in silence. Tears slip down my face in earnest as I wriggle out of my tattered gown.

What exactly was I expecting? He made it very clear that he wouldn’t touch me that way unless I begged. Now, it’s too late. Staring down at my chest, I watch as his cum slides down my body. Unable to help myself, I drag my finger over the mess and bring it to my lips.

Ravenous hunger grips me until all I can think about is the taste of him, the feel of his cum coating my tongue. Slipping my finger inside, I suck on the digit, taking in the flavor, savoring it. It satisfies me, but still, I need more. I crave more.

Taking it from my body is not enough. It’s not hot enough, not potent enough. Somehow, by not coming straight from his dick, it’s leaving me wanting. My insides cramp as I gather up as much off as I can, licking it from my palms as if I’m an animal that can’t control itself.

No one ever talked about this. I wasn’t prepared, wasn’t ready. Crawling to my knees, I bury my face in my hands as tears flow through my fingers. It shouldn’t feel this way. I shouldn’t feel so badly, so deprived. Squirming around, I tug at the sheet beneath me, detesting the hard, scratchy angles against my molten body. It’s not right. Nothing is right.

Stepping down to the floor, I grab the sheets, ripping them from the bed. Howling my indignation to the skies, I tear at the fabric, shredding it as best as I can. Though my arm is healed, it’s still weak, making everything that much more difficult.

Once the sheets are in tatters, I look around the room. It’s still not right. Not enough. Looking toward the foot of the bed, I spy his clothes and start in on them, tossing them up onto the mattress in a haphazard pile. Everything smells like him, driving me absolutely insane.

It’s enough to soothe me, and yet not enough to satisfy me. It’s this odd limbo, a space where I’m stretched in two directions. Diving into the pile, I cover myself, drowning in the sea of his scent, his essence. It’s not enough. It will never be enough.

CHAPTER 17

Davix

Tension flows down my neck and into my shoulders, causing a stiffness that will not dissipate despite all the twisting and turning. Last night, when I left Ladria, I opted to sleep on the couch, not wanting to either give in to the carnal desires thrumming through my body or punishing her out of anger.

The one thing that Langston always made very clear was to approach punishment with a cool head, and that’s just what I intend to do. A sigh blows past my lips as I tilt my head back and forth once more to no avail. Punishing her for this just doesn’t seem right.

The fact that I smell like those omegas Jaxxon keeps throwing my way isn’t her fault. And her possessive actions should make me happy instead of angry. And yet, there’s still that part of me that detests we’re in this situation in the first place. She shouldn’t have to express such displeasure.

As I step into the hospital, I look around, waiting for yet another omega in heat to pop out from behind the scenes. I’m not sure exactly how Jaxxon is finding all these women, but the fact that they just won’t stop showing up is becoming far more tiresome than I originally expected.

Not because I desire any of them, but because I know their scent will cling to me, making it that much harder on Ladria when I get home. I want so desperately to spare her, but the only way to do that is to shower before I leave, garnering attention I’d rather not have.

One of the nurses walks up to me, her lips set into a thin line. What in all of the gods can it be now? I spot the stack of folders in her hands and glance back up at her odd expression. Her face appears pinched, as if she’s either unsure of something or nervous.

“Have you seen Alpha Healer Malus?”

My stomach plummets at his name. Fixing a broad smile on my face, I shake my head. “Not this morning.” The half lie slips out in smooth tones, garnering a sigh of relief from the nurse.

“But you have seen him? He’s been around in the hospital?”

“What seems to be the issue?” I inquire, skirting around the question.