Page 46 of Dark Goodbye

Warmth spreads throughout my body as my soul continues to merge with hers. No longer do I have to wear my respirators around others, since their scent will be repugnant to me. Let Jaxxon throw as many omegas my way as he wishes. They are no longer a threat.

Allowing a smile to ease across my lips, I ease Ladria away and stare down at her blood-stained lips. Nothing about her seems remorseful. In fact, as best as she can emote under these circumstances, she seems almost smug.

I try to enter her mind again, to somehow get a sense of what’s going on inside, but there’s a wall there, something keeping me from getting in. From what I understand about bonds, this shouldn’t be possible, especially not during a heat. With her being so mindless, she shouldn't have the capacity to shield me out.

Determined to get something out of her, I slide my hands under her thighs and push her legs up, tossing them over my shoulders. Ladria gasps as this new position switches things up, stretching her that much more. The hungry look in her eyes calls to me, lengthening my softening dick.

I might not be able to rut her, but I can at least take one day off from work. There’s no harm in indulging myself. My lips spread into a feral grin as I nuzzle the juncture between her neck and shoulders. Soon, she’ll bear my mark as well.

* * *

Staring down at Ladria’s sleeping form, I watch as she takes in deep, even breaths. She seems so calm, so peaceful, but I know it won’t last. Soon, she’ll be awake and just as ravenous for my body as a starving man is for a piece of meat.

I slide out from the sheets, refusing to chain her back up as I pull on a robe and slip out of the room. While she’s in this state, it’s not like she’s going to go very far. Rummaging around the cooling unit, I pull out some dinner and scarf it down.

My little minx demands so much of my body, and I’m more than willing to give her what her heart desires, but now, I need to replenish. She’s already sated with my cum sitting heavy in her body, so I don’t feel as bad taking some time for myself. Pulling out my communicator, I scroll through my contacts until I find the brunette nurse that’s been pestering me at work.

With a short, efficient message, I explain that I’m not going to come in the next day. I will be self-quarantining to make sure I don’t have what Malus does. Again, the lies keep piling up. At some point, they're going to come to a head, and I’m not sure what I’ll do when that happens.

Fear grips at my insides as I stare at the blank wall of the kitchen. On its heels is the very feral need to protect what’s mine. I don’t want to go to war. I don’t want even more blood on my hands, but deep inside, I know it’s going to get far messier before it gets better.

Downing a glass of water, I put my dishes in the sink and grip the cool metal. I want nothing more than to go in there and ravage my little omega again, but at some point, these lies are going to have to come out between us. If only we met again under better circumstances.

It doesn’t make me love her any less. In fact, I love her more and more each day, that’s why this is so painful. The worst thing would be for her to snap out of her heat and regret marking me. I harbor no regrets about this. If things were different, we’d both bear each other’s claiming bites.

Balling my hands into fists, I slam them against the hardened tile, swallowing the pain as it travels up my arms and into my shoulders. This whole thing is a fucking mess, and at some point, I’m going to have to fix it. Shaking my head, I slip back into the room, climb back into the nest, and hold Ladria close as I drift off to sleep.

* * *

Sunlight streams through the window, painting my beloved omega in a soft glow. Her breasts bounce with every movement of her hips as she rides me, her nipples poking out from between her curtain of hair, teasing me, tormenting me. As she arches back, her inner walls clamp down, milking me, demanding I cum for her, fill her up.

It’s cute that she thinks she’s in charge just because she’s on top. My hands skim the sides of her waist, gripping for a moment as I direct her movement. From there, one hand eases down to grip her ass while the other slides up to curl around her throat.

Through the bond, I feel her wriggle of happiness as I command her body, forcing it to abide by my wishes and desires. Her orgasm looms between us, and her desperation coats the air. I feel it in the strain of her muscles, the soft gasps and moans that spiral higher and higher.

Pulling my hands away, I grip her sides and pull her off, chuckling at the pout lacing her voice as she begs and pleads with me. In a swift motion, I roll us both over, turning her so that she’s face down. As her ass sways in my face, I can’t help but graze my fingertips along the taut skin.

Ladria holds her breath as I pull away, then lets it out on a moan as my hand comes crashing down on the swell of her ass. Turning my attention to the other side, I smack it as well, groaning as the bond writhes between us. Before she marked me, I knew she liked a bite of pain delivered at my hand, but now that she can no longer hide it from me, I know just how much of a little pain slut she is.

It’s freeing, really, knowing that I can take her to a brink far further than I originally thought. The roughness of my touch, my actions, makes her more turned on than just my growl alone. It’s a decadent knowledge, heady and erotic.

Gripping her hips, I wedge myself between her thighs and grind my cock against the swell of her lower lips. The very act of me spreading her out causes more slick to gather, dripping from her body, and sliding between us. With slow, purposeful thrusts, I dip my cock just inside her entrance, not going in as deep as she wants me to.

I tease her, keeping my movements shallow, swatting her when she tries to dictate the pace. Though she can’t see past her haze of need, I know what her body truly wants, and I’m going to give it to her. Every painful inch at a time.

Easing my hand down her spine, I grip her hair, forcing her body to bow up against me. The very act of dominating her slides over my skin like warm water, sluicing over me, filling me up, until all I can think about is my omega bucking under me, begging for my cock.

It’s not a rut, but it’s damn near close enough. The beast claws at my insides, demanding far more than I’m allowed to give. The best I can do is shower my love with everything she craves, including the pain I’m about to inflict.

Slamming my hips against her ass, I drive my cock deep inside, groaning in unison with her breathless moan. Her pussy ripples around me, her body hovering on the edge of release. Pulling out, I go back to teasing her with short strokes then slam home again.

Over and over I do this until my knot begins to swell. Since she’s still so new, and her body far more delicate than I’d like, I don’t wait until it’s completely engorged before easing it into her tight entrance.

Her body bucks against me, impaling herself on the knot. Gripping her hips, I pull myself out, hearing the satisfying pop as her body releases me. I can’t keep this up for too much longer.

When I push forward again, I’m met with far more resistance, but Ladria’s moans never change to anything resembling pain. The bond quivers inside my chest as her pleasure slams into me. Closing my eyes, I merge with her, allowing myself to feel what she’s feeling.

There’s a bite of discomfort, but it only serves to ramp up the arousal pounding through her veins. Every millimeter I stretch her out, forcing her to fuck my knot, just adds another layer to the erotic need thrumming through her body. Holding my breath, I force myself in, groaning as her tight channel grips me, milking me as I pull her flush against me.