Page 40 of Omega Inked

Mercer nods, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "I think she will be. She knows what's at stake."

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Olivia

Ilieinbedwith Phoenix and we tell each other everything.

I tell him all about what it was like growing up as the omega daughter of a man who enforces complete control over omegas. How my dad tried to tell me at all times that I was stupid, that my only purpose was to be possessed by a pack.

And my secrets being spilled helps Phoenix open up abouthisexperience with the ACB.

The things they did to him.

The way they injected him, kept him tied down, forced him to rut with random omegas and never knowing what happened to them.

They used him like an object.

It makes me hate my father even more

"It's why I'm covered in tattoos," he says, holding up his arms and trailing his fingers over his skin. "When I got out--when Mercer rescued me--I wanted to erase what happened to me. I had all these scars, so I just...put art over them."

"It's beautiful," I say, tracing a circular pattern of black flowers on his forearm. "The way you have them set up."

He touches my shoulders, trailing his fingers up my neck. "Do you want to see my favorite one?"

"What is it?" I ask.

He pulls back the collar of his shirt and shows me the words on the bottom of his neck.

Love conquers all.

I stare at those words for a minute and they make me think.

They make me remember.

His touch.

His kiss.

The way we were together...the way weare, how he's going to take care of me.

I lean in and kiss his neck, my tongue darting over his pulse. Soon...soon, I'll return the mark--I'll claim these men just as I'll let them claim me.

But maybe I want to have this moment with Phoenix first.

"Will you give me one?" I ask, my teeth grazing his skin. Phoenix bares his throat to me and purrs, the sound rumbling through me. "A tattoo to match your mark."

He chuckles. "Of course I will. What do you want?"

"What do you think would suit me?"

He runs his hand down my arm.

"I think it would be more personal, if you chose it for yourself. I don't ever want you to feel like you can't choose for yourself."

I chew on my lip, appreciating his words. How he always insists on me choosing what my future holds.

"I'll think about it," I whisper.

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