Page 14 of A Murderous Omega

“Same though,” I agreed. “I suppose we’re both deeply fucked up in that way.” I turned around, facing him, and dragged my lips along his jaw. “I love you. No matter what happens, you’ll always be enough for me.”

With each stroke of our hands over each other’s skin, we reaffirmed our love and our bond. And when Conor’s teeth gently scraped against the bondmark he’d left on my throat, I moaned.

Fuck, I wanted this man. He stared into my eyes for a long moment, before nuzzling his nose against mine. “You’re so fucking handsome,” he murmured against my cheek. “I can’t wait to take your cock, for you to fill me.”

No longer willing to wait, I yanked him out of the shower, which was exactly what he’d intended, the fucker.

I slapped him on the ass, hard, and he looked over his shoulder and grinned.

“Gonna have to move faster than that if you want to ruin me.”

And goddess, I did.

I stalked him into the bedroom, where he sprawled out on our bed, gorgeous, his pale, freckled skin glowing in the moonlight, each muscle begging for my touch.

I straddled him on the bed and did just that, working my way down from his delectable collarbone, over his hard abs, down his pelvis, then to his perfect, hard cock.

“Emile,” he groaned when I took him into my mouth. “You’re so good to me.”

He continued the litany of praise as I sucked, taking him deeper and deeper, until he couldn’t hold his hips still any longer, and thrust off the bed to meet me.

I pulled off of him, and he swore. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

When I reached into the bedside table for lube, he grinned and flipped over onto his stomach, rising onto his hands and knees and looking over his shoulder at me. “Fuck yes.”

Goddess, I loved this man.

“Emile,” he finally begged. “I need you.”

“I need you too,” I promised him, gently working my fingers in and out of his ass. When I finally pressed against him, he shoved back, taking me far faster than I intended.

“Fuck, you fill me so well,” he grunted into the pillows. “Such a perfect fucking alpha, taking me so damn good, fucking me so hard.”

I spanked him, and he moaned.

“Yes, goddess, please.”

“No goddess here,” I murmured. “Just me.”

“Fuck the goddess then, you’re all I need,” he said.

I relished the way our bodies fit together as I fucked him, like two pieces of a puzzle. “Touch yourself,” I murmured, and he lowered his shoulders so he could reach one hand back to stroke his cock.

“So good,” he gasped.

“I’m going to⁠—”

We both came at the same time. I filled his ass as he spilled onto our sheets.

I pulled out and collapsed beside him. Immediately, he propped his face up on his hand, blue eyes searching mine.

“I mean it when I say you’re perfect, you know.” He traced my jawline with his thumb. “The way you see me—the violence, the need, all of it—and don’t flinch. That’s everything to me.”

I caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. “I love you too. Even when you’re falling apart. Especially when you’re falling apart.”

Relief and love flooded the bond, and underpinning it all, a faint thrum of violence waiting to be unleashed. Soon, we’d hunt together again. All three of us.

If Lark would have us.