Page 21 of Price of an Omega
She cries out, clutching my head, her scent flooding the room, thick and heavy, screaming omega.My omega.
“You’re mine,” I snarl against her breast, lifting my head to bite her throat, marking her again.“Always mine.I’ll fuck you forever, Evangeline.Wherever, whenever I want.You’ll never escape me.”
“Yes,” she sobs, arching against me.“Yes, Zion, please, don’t ever stop, don’t ever let me go!”
Her words break me the same way they have done for years, exposing me and leaving me vulnerable.
I pound into her harder, faster, the counter squealing against the floor with every thrust.She shatters again, screaming my name, her pussy gripping me so tight it’s almost unbearable.My knot swells, slamming against her entrance, demanding release.
I give in.
With a guttural roar, I drive my knot inside her, locking her down, sealing her to me.She cries out, tears spilling across her cheeks as her nails dig into my back, holding me closer, begging for it.
My release floods her, hot and endless, filling her until it leaks down onto the counter, dripping onto the tile.She’s trembling, sobbing, glowing in the sunlight, her body swollen with my child, my seed inside her again, my mark on her throat.
I kiss her through it, filthy and desperate, whispering against her lips.“Always.Forever.You’ll never be rid of me.I’ll fuck you until the day I die.I’ll breed you until the world knows you’re mine.I love you.Fuck, Evangeline, I love you.”
Her answering sob is soft, broken, and utterly perfect.“I love you too.”
And in that moment, with my knot buried inside her, my children’s laughter echoing through the house, and my omega trembling in my arms, I know the truth.
I am complete.
But still, I crave her.
And I always will.
The End
