Page 65 of Omega Chattel
It was actually difficult for me to walk toward him, as if something unseen in the air was blocking me. I stumbled toward the bed.
“Alli? Alli?”
The body on the bed moved slightly. Dark eyes peered at me around a white-sleeved forearm.
I swayed as I stood at the side of the bed. “I think I’m drunk, but we didn’t have that much wine, did we?”
“Huh?” His head lifted.
I glanced about. “What are you doing in here?”
He looked away, slowly sitting up. “I can be packed by tomorrow.” On the last syllable of that word, his voice cracked.
“What?” I frowned. His words made no sense, and I was suddenly so aroused, so hard for him, my mind was nearly swept away.
“Packed. My stuff.” He sniffed and his cheeks shone. He ran his forearms over his eyes.
“Why?”
“I’ll be leaving.”
“Leaving?” I had no clue how to comprehend that word. But my response sent a weird panic through my veins, that bee sting sensation again, jerking me momentarily to my senses.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked.
“What’s wrong?” Now Alli sat up, crossing his legs and dangling his feet over the side of the bed. “Your lover has returned. The Omega you really want.”
I had no sense of my response to that until afterward. After I opened my eyes to see myself on the bed, straddling Alli, my hands on his wrists holding him down, my body pressing fiercely to his all up and down his torso, my hard cock grinding his hip.
My face was inches from his, my breath coming hard, blowing into his wincing face.
Strange growls escaped my throat. I remembered none of the seconds leading up to how I got into this position.
Alli was squirming beneath me. “Let go! Let go!”
His voice seemed desperate, but I could barely hear him. Through our bond, I sensed and saw in my mind’s eye, flakes of black ash. I smelled fire. Close. Uncontained.
“Tarin! Ow! Tarin!”
“You’re mine,” I said. “No one else! You are my Omega. Forever in endless merging. You start the fire and cool the Burn. It is the way.” They were sacred words. I had learned them so very long ago, and over the years had convinced myself I’d never have an opportunity to use them.
Alli gasped. “Tarin! Are you in the Burn?”
“No.” I pressed hard against Alli, making him gasp. “Not for another five days. Why is everyone asking me this?.” I heard myself speak as if from a distance.
“Tarin!” His body stopped squirming. He relaxed beneath me, though his chest still heaved. “Those words. You can’t mean—I felt the sting of the bond. I thought it was—collapsing.”
“Our bond? It’s hotter than ever.”
“Yeah. Now I feel it. I—I thought you were going with Kee. I thought--”
“You thought? You dared to close me off?” Why did I sound so furious?
Alli opened his eyes wide and pressed his lips together. “I—didn’t. You did. All I felt was a swirl of confusion leading to nothing. It hurt.”
My Omega said he hurt. That woke me a little. Was I in the Burn? I couldn’t be in the Burn.
A sudden need to care for my Omega nearly overwhelmed me. I opened to him in my mind, all the scents and images and colors that came to me at the thought of him, of his perfect body beneath mine. All my secrets. All my pent up fierce love like a hundred fevers at once, a thousand flames roaring in the voices of all the years, days and minutes of my existence.
