Page 44 of Omega's Vengeance

“Fuck,” I growl, moving deeper into the trees. They must have discovered I’m missing. Was Dario in one of those cars? My chest aches with longing at the thought he’s looking for me. It’s a foolish, irrational emotion, but it’s powerful. The need to show myself to my alpha is horrifyingly strong.

“No, no, no,” I hiss. “I need to getaway. That’s what’s important.”

I pick up my speed, while trying not to fall and break a bone. Since they raced toward the main road, I begin to wonder if perhaps I should rethink my escape plan. It’s logical that I’d flee to the highway, but maybe I should double back instead? Perhaps that would throw them off. I could always go deeper into the trees and see what’s on the other side of this forest? I only hesitate because these trees could go on for miles and miles. I know nothing about the area that surrounds Valentino’s home.

As I trudge along, the temperature drops. The rain worsens, and my attitude tanks along with the crappy conditions. I’m drenched and pissed off at my predicament. I don’t see the SUVs again, but I highly doubt that’s because they gave up looking for me. I worry perhaps Valentino’s men have dogs. They could try to track me that way if I don’t show up at the highway as expected.

I stop walking when the rain becomes a torrent. The visibility is so poor, I worry I’ll fall down a ravine or something. Chilled to the bone, I huddle at the base of one of the aspen trees. The wind has picked up too, and I’m shivering and cursing my bad luck. I have to admit, I’m beginning to regret ever making a move against Valentino. If I hadn’t done that, I’d be home in my warm bed right now. I felt driven to avenge my father. Now I realize I should have been stealthier about getting my vengeance. I’m never going to win an all out war with the Black Knives. I’ll be lucky to survive this fucking storm.

If I do somehow make it home, Valentino will probably come for me there. He’s never going to let me live. I might have to leave Los Demonios. My heart sinks at the idea of leaving everything behind. Even if I promised to stop seeking revenge, Valentino won’t just let me walk away without consequences. Dario can only do so much to protect me, and after this stunt, should they find me, Dario might just hand me over to Valentino. He’s probably sick of me too.

“I’m sorry, Father,” I whisper. “I’ve really made a mess of this.”

I shiver, hugging my trembling body. The frigid temperature is seeping my strength. I know I should keep moving, but the rain is coming down so hard, visibility is shit. What would they do if I just returned to Valentino’s mansion, tail between my legs? I give a humorless laugh, picturing Dario’s bewildered expression. Would he be happy to see me, or annoyed that I came back?

“Doesn’t matter to me either way,” I mutter.

No point in fantasizing about asking for forgiveness. I’m fairly certain Valentino would have me murdered if I returned to his home. Besides, I’m not going to beg him for anything. I still hate him with a passion. I simply can now admit I’m no match for him.

Feeling dejected, I close my eyes and my thoughts drift to Dario again. It physically hurts to be away from him. My logical side says escaping was the right move. But my instinctive side says I should crawl back to Dario. That’s humiliating to admit. I’ve always been independent. I’ve never needed an alpha, and I hate the idea I might want one now. But Dario’s scent seems to always be in my nose, and thoughts of him swamp me day and night.

Independent or not, I’d give anything for my alpha’s protection right now. Dario would want to protect me too. He can’t help it. If he were with me right now, he’d shield me from the rain and wind with his burly body. He’d probably pretend he was doing it for some other reason, but I know he’d instinctively need to protect me. He can’t help it. It’s in his DNA. Since he gave me his bite, primal law dictates that Dario is now my shelter. My protector.

My alpha.

I shudder as that thought comes to me. I don’t want an alpha, but the awful truth is I have to fight the urge not to skulk back to him. I’m not near him, yet I can see him so clearly in my mind. His dark eyes are burned into my brain. His scent and taste linger on my senses. I whimper, fighting the need clawing at me. The hair on my skin prickles, and I swear I can smell him nearby.

The sound of a car slowing out on the road at the edge of the trees has my eyes flying open. My heart quickens when I see headlights through the thick trees. I stay where I am, crouched at the base of a tree as the rain pelts me. I hear the sound of a car door slamming. The headlights flicker as if someone is walking in front of them. I don’t think I can run in the opposite direction efficiently. It’s dark and I don’t know my way. With my luck, I’ll run smack into a tree and knock myself out.

I hear the crack of twigs and panic roars through me. The headlights still shine into the trees but I’m positive the occupant of the SUV isn’t in the vehicle anymore. I press closer to the tree trunk, praying whoever it is can’t find me in the dark. The hairs on my skin stiffen as the sounds come closer. Whoever it is, they’re moving in my direction.

I know who it is. Why am I pretending I don’t?

All I can do is watch as a dark figure emerges from the black night. There’s a sort of humming inside of me, and I feel breathless. I grip the trunk of the tree, heat shifting through me. I feel feverish. Flushed. My lips part in anticipation because of course I know who’s approaching. I recognize it’s Dario even before I spot the bulk and height of him. Excitement replaces fear, which makes little sense. He’s ten feet away now, and while I can’t see his features, I can see his eyes. They’re an eerie yellow as he moves toward me.

As if there’s a beacon attached to me, he comes straight to me. I don’t stand. I simply whimper at the foot of the tree. I have the oddest impulse to roll over on my back submissively. He grabs hold of me and yanks me to my feet. His lips are pulled tight over his teeth, and those golden eyes burn into me. Ran pelts him as he tugs me against his hard, warm body.

I should run. Yell. Fight. I do none of those things. Instead, I fold into him, slipping my arms around him. He growls, a low rumble in his throat, and I press closer as if wordlessly asking for forgiveness. He nuzzles my hair, and warm breaths waft over my ear. I wiggle even closer to him, seeking shelter from the rain.

He runs his large hands down my body, still making that weird rumbling growl. I’m feverish as I cling to him, embarrassed at my reaction to him. Now would be the time to fight. Attack. He’s distracted by whatever instincts he’s feeling. I could knee him or stab him with the little pocket knife I stole from his night stand. But instead of doing any of that, I press my lips to his firm throat, nipping the skin.

His breaths are harsher now, and they hang visibly in the chilled air. His eyes are painfully bright to look at, but my excitement only grows. I should be afraid of him, but instead my hands fumble with his belt. He glances up at the dark sky, and a snarl escapes his lips. Hand’s shaking, I unzip his slacks and then fumble with my own.

He pushes me against the tree truck that’s behind me. He stares at me, looking feral. Ravenous. I kiss his mouth softly, whimpering my need. His upper lip curls up like a dog about to bite, but then he yanks my jeans down to my knees. The cold air swirls around my bare ass, but I’m so fucking turned on I barely notice the chill.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, pushing my thighs as wide as they’ll go. The jeans are definitely restricting my movements. Still, I’m able to spread my legs wide enough that he settles between my trembling thighs. The rain pelts us as he takes my mouth hungrily. I respond, sucking on his tongue and moaning into his greedy mouth. I feel like I’ve gone insane. The storm means nothing to me now. I’m drenched and shivering, but all I can think about is getting Dario inside my aching body. Lust boils in my lower belly, and I hold his yellow gaze as he guides his cock to my asshole.

There’s no foreplay. He’s an alpha with one goal in mind: Fucking his omega. I whine as he pushes inside me, impaling me in one long, harsh stroke. I claw at him, crying out as I arch my back. He grabs my wrists, rumbling his disapproval. Then he begins to pump his hips, nailing me against the tree with his weight. I wiggle and moan as he fucks me mercilessly. The pleasure is almost too much. He’s rough, but I love it. I crave it. I deserve it for running. He’s punishing me for daring to run, but also giving me a reason to stay.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he hisses against my ear.

I whine and seek his mouth, sucking on his lips and moaning. He’s so deep inside me, it’s hard to breathe. What I’m feeling makes no sense to me. But I can’t stop. I have no idea how he found me. It’s as if my thoughts brought him here. I hold his gaze as he thrusts into me. My back scrapes the tree trunk, and I’m sure I’ll be bruised. I don’t care. My climax is swirling through my body deliciously. Hovering just out of reach.

His cock swells deep inside me. I moan as my orgasm begins to unfurl deep in my core. The relentless thrusting of his cock, and the scent of him sends me over the edge. As I come he comes too. He gives a primordial roar as he floods me with his seed, and I convulse and jerk on his cock. It’s the rawest, most carnal moment of my life. Even that night in the cabin pales in comparison to this moment. My body opens to his seed, quaking and welcoming it. If I wasn’t pregnant already, I am now. I can almostfeelhis seed fertilizing my eggs.

He finishes inside me with two weak thrusts. He’s breathing hard and he’s spent. He leans on me, nuzzling the bite mark on my throat. After a few moments, he lifts his head and stares into my eyes. He looks a little dazed, but his eyes are a more normal brown again. He strokes my bottom lip with his thumb, and then he kisses me. It’s an extremely tender kiss. Shockingly tender after how he just behaved with me. I kiss him back, still in a haze of lust.

“Don’t run again,” he says softly.

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