Page 48 of Dark Goodbye

At the commune, I would have been doing the washing or preparing dinner, something useful. Here, I’m just a glorified sex slave. A pampered omega like those in the High Sanctum. It’s good I ran when I did.

I wouldn’t have been able to survive being so useless. I’ve been at this for about a month or so, and already my brain screams at me, filling my thoughts with dark, tragic ideations. Things that could rescue me from this fate.

Davix’s scent slams into me, pulling my mind out of their thoughts. Turning, I let the long chain dangle between my breasts, drawing a ragged groan from his lips.

“Gods I’ve waited all day to do this.” Walking over with a quick stride, he gathers me into his arms and slides his lips over mine, devouring me as if I’m his last meal.

Something in me shifts the moment his skin comes into contact with mine. A dark yearning slithers deep inside my gut, and all I can think about is stripping him out of his work clothes and tossing him onto the bed. Perhaps my wall is slipping; perhaps he’s just feeling the same way as I am, but soon, his eyes darken as lust swirls between us.

He snakes his hand up between my breasts and fondles the chain for a moment before snatching it and drawing me even closer. Heat sears my skin as he molds my body against his, taking every last inch of space away. When he grabs my thigh and drapes my leg over his hips, I’m unable to resist.

The hardened length of his cock rubs against my core, sending flutters of want through my body. His arms envelop me, holding me close to him. His heart beats strong and hard against me, demanding that mine answers in kind. I’m weightless as he carries me to the bed and tosses me on.

“Have you been a good girl for me today?” he moans, shucking his clothes off and onto the floor.

“Yes, Master.” Unfortunately, it’s mostly true.

Bound to this room as I am, there’s really nothing I can do, nothing I can get into. Sure, I could have wrecked the room or something, not that I wanted to, seeing as that might have caused more work for Mogen. Despite the longing inside, that’s something I’m not okay with. Anything I do to distance myself from Davix will be between him and me; no third-party person will suffer as a result.

“Good girl. I tried checking in on you today, but you seemed rather closed off.”

His words pierce my brain as his fingers glide over my skin, discombobulating me in the worst kind of way. I long to hold onto my sanity, but it slips as he drifts those magical fingers lower, dipping them into my pussy. Groaning, I tip my hips up, needing far more than the teasing touches he’s giving me.

I long to feel what sex with him is like when I’m not clouded over by the haze of my heat. If the flashes of memories are correct, I enjoyed every bit of it, but since I cannot remember most of our interactions, it’s almost as if it never actually happened. His soft growl surrounds me, lulling me into his silken, sexual web.

“You aren’t answering me. Should I stop?” The moment he pulls his fingers away, panic claws at my insides.

“Please. You can’t do this to me. You can’t deny me when I’m so desperate for you.”

Frowning, he sits back on his heels and pins me with a stare. “I can, and I will. Tell me why you were so closed off today, and I’ll continue touching you.”

The lie I practiced in my head all day flutters off, leaving me a sputtering mess. “I-I don’t know. It was overwhelming.” His fingers slide back to notch at my entrance.

“Go on.”

“It was difficult feeling you but not having you near.” That part is true at least. He can’t fault me for that.

“Ahhh,” he croons, sliding his fingers deeper inside me, his eyes lighting up at my confession. Yet one more layer to this awful situation. “My poor, needy omega missed me.”

“Y-yes,” I moan, arching into his touch.

I should feel disgusted with myself, but right now, with Davix’s hands on my body, all I can think about is the molten pleasure thrumming through my veins. He stretches out his fingers, spreading me even wider as he inches in a bit more, and my eyes cross.

“Do you like it when I finger fuck you, little omega?”

“Y-yes, Master.” My voice lifts on a wail as he hooks his fingers behind my pubic bone, stroking a spot that makes every nerve in my body dance.

“Is this enough, or do you want more?”

I look at him, watching his lips curl into a feral smirk as he dips between my legs to lap at my clit. How in the world did I not remember any of this? Closing my eyes, I plop my head back against the pillow and lift the mental barrier between us.

White-hot need blazes through me as I feel Davix’s longing as if it’s my own. It fans the flames of my desire, making them come to life. We merge somehow, becoming one. It’s no longer just my body, it’s his too. I feel how I ripple around his fingers, the spark of passion it causes in him.

We feed off of each other until there’s nothing left in between. Just stark longing that needs to be satisfied. Soon, he hovers over me, teasing my entrance with the head of his cock. Groaning, I spread my legs even wider, accommodating the width of his hips.

As he settles in between my thighs, something in me shifts. This is where he belongs. This is where I belong. Fight it as I must, it won’t change the fact that we belong together. I’m his for life, whether I want it or not.

More tears gather in my eyes, but Davix doesn’t seem to notice, that or he doesn’t understand. He’s too wrapped up in the maelstrom that is the desire blazing between us, the one thing I allow to slip past the barrier. Honestly, it’s just as well. The moment he surges forward, filling me up in one long, delicious stroke, I finally allow the tears to fall.