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Her eyes have lost their color, the feral look in them completely at odds with the calm control she's displaying. “Yes,” she answers. “If you have a problem with that, you can leave.”
I suddenly can't wait to see it happen. I want to watch her push her Omega over the edge into bliss. It's going to make me that much more eager to do the same to her. “I'm not going anywhere. You take care of your Omega however you need to. Iam content to wait my turn.” I laugh at the fragility of that claim. “Mostly content,” I correct.
She blinks at me then returns her attention to Beckett.
“You'll mark me?” he asks, staring down at her. “Now?”
“Before your heat lifts, Beckett, you will wear my mark,” she declares. “Everyone will see it and know that you belong to me.”
And as soon as his heat lifts, he can watch me mark her the exact same way.
Chapter Thirteen
Beckett
Careful.
I have to be careful.
I can do this.
I can be careful.
Even if all I want to do is grab her knees and pin them to her shoulders and shove myself inside her, I won't. I will be careful. I don't want to hurt her. And I'm confident that the Valla watching from across the room won't care if I'm an Omega if I cause her even half a second of pain. The guilt I have for the pain I've already caused her is eating at me.
I can't stop hearing her words echoing in my mind. She's going to mark me. Not maybe, not if. She's going to do it. I can't wait. This is what I've wanted and needed for so long. I'm just sorry I took the hormone cocktail because now it's going to be tainted with guilt over that, too. I didn't need it, all I had to do was come to the Selection. I would have found her without the drugs.
They are definitely affecting this heat. It's like the natural flow of it is stunted. One minute, I'm burning up and desperate; and the next it's almost like it isn't happening at all. It's uncomfortable. I don't like it.
“What's wrong?” Dana asks.
“Nothing,” I lie, and run my palms up her thighs. I slide my hands behind her knees and slowly push them apart and higher until her pussy is on full display. Her taste is still clinging to my lips and I lick them. “I'll be careful,” I repeat, more for myself than for her. The heat is building again and I need the reminder.
She reaches down to stroke my hard length, making me gasp when she twists her fingers around the head. She pushes her panties to the side and lines me up with her entrance, sighing as I nudge just the tip inside. “You don't have to be too careful, Beckett.”
I drop down, putting my hands on either side of her head, and push a little more, stretching another inch inside her. She's so wet and tight around me. When I look away from where we're joined to her eyes, I find blown pupils and heavy lids. She stares up at me, lips parted, waiting for me to take what I need. The halting pattern of this heat gives way all at once to the inferno that I've been waiting for, and I hiss as blood and fire race through every part of me. It makes my ears ring with my pulse and my muscles clench. Without warning, I push the rest of the way inside and her back bows as she gasps and wraps her legs around my hips.
I pull back and thrust again, pausing to grind in a few deep and slow circles. Her nails rake down my back and I shiver, dropping my head down to watch as I pull back again and slowly bury myself to the hilt. She hisses my name through her teeth and brings her hands around to wrap around my forearms. She makes a sharp sound when I roughly thrust back inside her, and the pulsing rush turns into a deafening roar; so I do it again. Andagain. My eyes roll with every noise she makes, every gasp, every cry. The thick slapping sound of our bodies grows louder and louder until the Valla barks a demand that I can't ignore.
“Stop.”
Rage battles instinct as my hips freeze mid-stroke.
“You are hurting her, Omega.”
“No,” Dana argues breathlessly. “He isn't. Stop interfering.”
“I saw your face,” Pierce insists.
“She's soaking wet,” I argue, still trapped in misery by his command. “She didn't say I hurt her. Release me.” The last sentence is laced with a snarl.
He doesn't give the order to release me. Instead, he walks around the bed to sit in the armchair in the corner. Fury pulls at my lips as my stomach tightens with the need to thrust. Dana reaches between us to stroke me and I close my eyes as the frustrating pleasure eases just a bit of my discomfort. “Release me. Now.”
“You will hurt her if you don't control yourself, Omega.”
My eyes roll closed as blinding rage boils inside me. I will burn through his command and then I'm going to –
Dana quickly flips us so that I'm on my back and she's straddling me. “I'm going to fuck him, whether you like it or not. If you don't release him, I'm still going to ride him as hard as he needs me to for as long as he needs me to. If you continue to interfere, we will have a problem.”
