Page 69 of Omega on Fire

Concern flashes across Deacon's face. "That's dangerous, Charlotte. Blaine has powerful allies."

"So do I," I say, looking up at him meaningfully.

His expression softens, simultaneously becoming something reverent and fierce. "Yes, you do."

Before I can respond, he's kissing me, not with the desperate hunger of last night but with slow, deliberate intention. His hands slide down my soap-slick body, tracing routes that make me shiver despite the steam surrounding us.

"Moses," I breathe against his mouth as his fingers trail down my body, until he cups my pussy, finding me already wet and wanting.

"Say my name again," he growls, pressing me against the tile. The cool surface against my back contrasts with the heat of his body against my front.

"Moses," I gasp as he lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. "Deacon."

He enters me in one smooth thrust, swallowing my moan with another kiss. The angle is perfect, hitting spots inside me that make my vision blur at the edges.

"Mine," he murmurs against my neck, establishing a rhythm that has me digging my nails into his shoulders. "Ours."

"Yours," I agree, the declaration freeing rather than constraining.

There's no frantic rush this time, just the steady build of pleasure as he moves within me, his handssupporting my weight with impossible strength. Water continues to cascade over us, washing away soap and doubts alike.

When I cum, it's with his name on my lips, a promise and a vow intertwined as one. He follows moments later, his forehead pressed against mine, eyes locked on mine with an intensity that steals my breath.

We stay like that for long minutes, connected and panting, until he finally lowers me carefully to my feet, steadying me when my legs threaten to buckle.

"Better?" he asks, a hint of masculine pride in his voice.

I swat his chest playfully but nod. "Much."

We finish our shower between stolen kisses and gentle caresses, cleansing one another with an attentiveness that almost brings tears to my eyes. By the time we step out, wrapped in fluffy towels, I feel centered again, my purpose clear.

Tonight, Senator Blaine goes down. For all the Omegas he's hurt, for all those still missing, for Reya and Patrick and everyone like them. Nothing, not even my newly formed bond will distract from that mission.

The sharp trill of my phone cuts through my thoughts. I pad into the bedroom, leaving wetfootprints on the hardwood floor. Deacon follows, towel slung low on his hips, water droplets still clinging to his skin.

My phone lies on the nightstand, screen illuminated with an incoming call. Brookes' name and smiling face flash at me, and I smile reflexively at my besties image.

"It's Brookes," I tell Deacon, swiping to answer. "He's probably about to bitch me out for not checking in again."

I press the phone to my ear, voice light with the lingering pleasure of the shower. "Hey Brookie?—"

"Hello, Ms. Matthews." The voice that comes through isn't Brookes', it's deeper, cultured and too goddamn familiar.

My blood turns to ice. I know that voice. I've heard it in press conferences, on news channels, in my nightmares, last night.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," Senator Justus Blaine continues, smooth as silk. "But I thought you might like to know that your friend Brookes is here with me. We're having quite the enlightening conversation about you."

My gaze snaps to Deacon's, panic clawing up my throat. His expression shifts instantly from relaxed to alert, body tensing at whatever he sees in my face.

"What have you done with him?" I demand, my voice barely more than a whisper.

The Senator's laugh is like oil on water. "Nothing, yet. His continued well-being depends entirely on you, Ms. Matthews. I think we have much to discuss. Much indeed. I'll be in touch."

Then he hangs up and my world comes crashing down around me once more.

CHAPTER 26

TRIGGER

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