Page 67 of Omega Untamed
When I fell asleep against Bast’s chest, I dreamed of the Trenches but they were faded, as if vanishing in a storm of fog and rain. I dreamed all the steam I ever took became a negative space in my body, and that space was filled with Bast’s thoughts, his truth. His love. I dreamed we had a bond like a ribbon linking us together and when Bast laughed, I laughed, and when Bast hurt, I hurt. When Bast Burned, I Burned as well.
When I woke, the blue room had become not a guest room for me any longer, but ours. A haven. A realm dedicated to our desire for each other. Our need. Our slow-fast tipping, then falling, into love.
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A week later, as Bast began to feel his Burn, and I eagerly prepared myself to be there for him for the duration, I remembered I’d not been taking my contraceptive since my kidnapping. My skin had become sensitive and more flushed of late.
Now I knew why.
Bast had knotted me so many times I’d lost count. He couldn’t hold back more often than not.
This news was unexpected. Our bond was still so new. I decided to wait to tell him until after his Burn.
Chapter Eighteen
Bast
Kee was all I could focus on day and night. My body was insatiable. My mind craved him like I’d never craved another in my entire life. He wanted me in return in equal measure, always ready for anything, always willing. My Omega street boy. My sweet naughty son who danced on couches to loud music, who made friends everywhere he went, who did as he pleased.
I took my long overdue vacation time from my real job at Investigations. Many things were taken from me that I’d lived with for two years. My bank account where my checks from Myre were deposited was frozen. But some things in my name I did get to keep, much to my surprise. My gold watch. What did the cops need with that? And my car, a gift from Myre, for which I’d been paying insurance and upkeep. I was grateful. I had another car in storage, a black Cobra Mustang, but it was old and had several mechanical problems.
My hidden account with my agent’s salary was freed up, and I had accumulated quite a bit there, so I was fine if I wanted to take more time off after my vacation time ended.
Myre had been brought up on charges. His trial was months away, if not longer, but the judge gave him no bail. So he was gone for some time now, and the case against him built stronger every day.
A week after Kee was shot, I woke a bit hot and agitated. Kee slept tightly pressed to my side, palm flat on my ribs, warm and possessive.
Through the bond that was forming between us, like a blue satin ribbon rippling with our growing closeness, we could feel each other’s moods: fears, ecstasies, pains, and contentment.
He gave a little moan and wiggled, pressing his naked body closer to mine.
Kee had healed quickly from his wounds. The day his bandages came off, his splint on his finger was removed as well. We spent our days, when Kee was up to it, doing whatever activity sounded fun: parks, the gym, shopping, restaurants, and more. Though Kee loved to dance, we stayed away from clubs, and anything that might tempt him back to his old life.
I checked and re-checked my calendar, and my Burn cycles. Rarely did my Burn manifest early. My cycles were as regular as the sun rising and setting.
But the itch was coming on. I could feel it. There could be no mistake. Three days early.
With our newly forming bond, sharing a Burn meant Kee would become fully bonded to me. I would not be able to hold back. But so far, in our relationship, the termbond matehad not been mentioned. We were close enough we didn’t really care. It would take care of itself, I figured. When the time came, it would happen unless one of us made a protest to the other.
But in fairness, I wanted the discussion. Kee deserved it. He needed to know he still had choices. I was firm with him in bed, and dominant, but not entirely. He let me know what he wanted. He had a lot of fortitude I’d not seen before in many Omegas.
“I can feel you thinking real hard,” Kee murmured against my chest.
“You can?”
“Yes. It’s the Burn, right?”
I kissed the wisps of hair at the top of his head. Then leaned and whispered into his ear. “Sweet boy. Yes.”
His head moved a little. “Are you early?”
“Yes.”
“It’s because of what’s between us. I can feel it like a pleasant tug, and a need like light so bright it blinds. It wants completion.”
We were talking of the bond without using the word.
“What are your thoughts on that?” I asked softly.
