Page 26 of The Faceless Omega

Lennox eased off her clit, out of her, and spun her around without stepping from the window. He crashed his hungry lips to hers and hauled her legs up to his hips, using the glass to hold her up and grinding his continued erection against her.

She could feel it. The beginning of the swelling of his knot.

Brinley curled her arms around his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair. Frankly, she could spend her life with this man just for the way he kissed. She was almost certain she could come from it with little other stimulation.

But he didn’t make her test that theory. He dragged his hands up her thighs, back to her hips, and surged into her once more.

Lennox grunted a curse against her lips as the kiss broke. “You feel so damn good, baby,” he said between breaths. He angled his head to kiss along her jaw. “You’re taking me so well.”

Brinley moaned and rocked her hips as best she could, her mind mostly lost to the sparking pleasure he was feeding her. But she knew she wanted more, so she held him tighter.

He shifted his hold to grab onto her ass, the subtle adjustment to the angle helping him sink a little deeper. The increased swell of his knot teased her with promise. He groaned as she fluttered. “Fuck, Brinley.”

She pulled herself close enough to lick at the underside of his jaw, tasting his sweat and his warm skin. He continued pounding into her, his knot flirting with but never penetrating her, and she whined impatiently. It felt fantastic to be against him this way, to feel his almost bruising grip and the way her breasts slid against his chest, but she wanted more. She wanted everything. “Alpha,” she finally gasped. “Please.”

Lennox growled, the sound almost a hum of approval, and hauled her legs away from his hips. He lifted them up, to the edges of his shoulders, and when he thrust into her again, he didn’t stop until his knot was inside. He was leaning bodily into her, one hand braced on the glass for his own support while the other returned to her ass, and he ground hard against her pelvis.

The tremor of the crashing orgasm threatened to tear another delightful scream from her, and Brinley barely recognized the need to fall forward instead. Her instinct kicked in at the proximity of his scent and she found herself screaming her release around a mouthful of Lennox’s taut, perfectly tanned skin. She felt him pour inside, felt his hand slide up to her shoulder and squeeze encouragingly even as his body trembled and he let out his own roar, and her teeth cracked flesh. She unlocked her jaw as soon as the first tang of copper hit her tongue, but before she could process it—or what it meant—another wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Over them.

She felt it from both sides.

Her body jolted, her hands tearing at his hair and his skin, her toes curling in air. Tears leaked from her eyes.

He jerked hard enough he had to catch his balance on the window, the arm at her shoulder moving wholly around her waist and gripping tight. She thought she felt him come again.

Her vision faded to white, then to a hazier, sparkling gray. By the time it cleared and Brinley had caught her breath, they were a heap on the floor in front of the window. She was mostly sprawled on top of him and they were covered in sweat. His knot was still lodged inside her, but she still felt sticky.

Lennox managed to smooth a hand down her surely wild hair. “Tomorrow,” he said, voice a bit tired, “we can talk about you leaving that apartment.”

Brinley bit back a smile and let her head rest on his shoulder. “One step at a time,” she teased. Mostly. It would feel like a bigger leap than it was.

He only chuckled and tilted to kiss the top of her head.

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Lennox felt more tired than he was used to when he pried his eyes open early the following morning. Too early, in fact. He could tell by the still blacked-out windows that it wasn’t his internal alarm which had roused him. Nor was it the softly snoring bundle of dusty blonde tucked up against him.

The fog of sleep vanished from his mind and Lennox pushed, carefully, upright. He made sure not to let the comforter fall past his newly bonded mate’s shoulders even as he swept his gaze around the room. The light that had pulled him out of unconsciousness emanated from a bank of the overhead can lights—all of which he was certain he hadn’t ever bothered turning on the night before. He wasn’t searching long.

Another man sat in the reading chair Lennox usually reserved for early morning or late-night work calls. He twirled a sheathed dagger over one knee and had the audacity to look somewhat annoyed.

Rage sparked like wildfire in Lennox’s chest and he felt his lips curl before he managed to catch the growl. Though letting Brinley sleep through this would likely not be wise, either. “Who the—”

“Easy there, alpha boy,” the stranger said, his own lips lifting with a twist of something like soundless laughter. The overhead lights—between them—glinted off a pointed canine before his mouth resettled. It was that which made the rest of the man’s atypical appearance sink into Lennox’s brain. The male’s ears were covered by long-enough hair that was some shade of lavender, and the right side of his forehead was punctuated by two black, pointed horns. Neither were longer than a pinky finger, but the distinction of them was clear.

And Lennox was just educated enough to know what that meant. The stranger across from them was a demon.

He drew a hard breath and pushed the growl from his voice as best he could. “Why are you here, demon?” Just because he’d met a handful of demons over the years, and kept a few on payroll, didn’t mean he was comfortable with an invasion of this caliber.

The demon sighed audibly and waved his free hand in their direction, as if he were tossing something. A heartbeat later, a plain manila folder materialized out of thin air and dropped with a series of hapless flutters onto the bed, several papers spilling out. Including what looked like a printed photo. “I wouldn’t normally bother sharing this information with you,” he said, “but a very obnoxioussomeoneinsisted I linger and explain all this shit. So blame her. Both of them.”

Recognizing he would have to jostle Brinley in order to reach the file he was obviously expected to read, Lennox ignored the perplexing declaration and reached to his side. He curled a hand around her arm, beneath the comforter, and squeezed. “You’re going to need to wake up for this, baby.”

Brinley made a groggy sound of displeasure.

Lennox focused on her sense of drowsiness that lingered in the back of his mind thanks to their completed mating and pushed against it with a firm urgency. And, though it left a sour taste in his mouth, he let the alpha into his voice when he tried again. “Wake up.”

Brinley sucked in a startled breath, only staying mostly down because he kept a hand on her shoulder. “Lennox? What’s—”

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