Page 83 of The Rejected Omega

I sob into his neck, drooling all over his bite mark and mouthing at him with lips curled over my teeth. I feel like I've reverted to some primal state where all I am is need made manifest. I know my fear of him leaving me is a result of trauma I never fully unpacked, but it’s hard to be rational when my heat has my emotions so dialed up.

Connor rubs his hand up and down my spine as I sob raggedly. Then he begins to purr, and the world starts to feel right again as the tightness in my chest loosens. The panic begins to fall away, those holes in my soul filled up with the sound of a deep, rhythmic vibration.

“It’s okay. Everything’s going to be all right. I’m never leaving you again. You’re mine. My omega. My mate.”

My sobs subside to tiny whimpers, and Connor wraps my legs around his waist and lifts me, then proceeds to scramble eggs with me clinging to him like a koala.

He’s transferring the eggs to a plate when I begin to lick his bite mark and grind against him, rocking my pelvis against his hips.

“Need your knot, alpha.”

“Soon, baby.”

I nip the underside of his jaw. “Now.”

“Fuck, okay,” he growls. “Now I understand why diners have post-heat specials. You haven’t eaten anything but fruit, water, and cum in four days.”

“Yes. Come for me.”

“You’re going to eat before I fuck you again.”

I shake my head like a toddler throwing a fit. “Now.”

Slick drips from me, down his belly to his dick, and he’s hard instantly.

He sucks in a ragged breath through his nostrils.

“Fuck. Fucking minx.”

“Please,” I whine and slide my pussy against his abs. I can feel his muscles flex beneath me.

“Fuck. Okay, okay.”

He lets me go, and I slide down his body. He spins me around and bends me over the kitchen counter, pinning me by the back of my neck.

He slides his cock between my pussy lips and the crack of my ass, spreading the slick everywhere.

Connor slips a slick finger against the ring of muscle there, teasing it. I tighten reflexively.

“One day I’m going to knot this ass. I want to see you leaking out both holes. I’m going to claim every inch of your body."

He slips inside me, and we groan together as he pushes deep, stretching me wide.

"Fuck yes. I love this tight little pussy. Never gonna get enough of it. Gonna keep you writhing on my cock for the rest of our fucking lives."

He fucks me deep. My hips bump the edge of the counter as he pulses inside me.

I want him to bite me. To be wholly his, finally.

“Claim me,” I beg him, arching my back. I sweep my hair to the other side of my neck, baring my mating gland.

He groans. “Lana, please don’t do that.”

"I want to feel your teeth."

“Should’ve brought a collar,” he mutters. "Neck looks too fucking good."

A mating collar, he means. To prevent bites from happening in the heat of the moment.

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