Page 34 of Omega Scarred

She snaps her head around and her eyes widen. "Fallon?"

I grin. "That's me--" I start.

But before I can keep talking, she flings the door open and leaps into my arms, wrapping her limbs around me and burying her face in my neck. It's exactly what I needed to know that she isn't going to give me up for Rafe.

I hold her close, feeling her warmth and her softness pressing against me. I can feel the water droplets on her skin against mine, the way her hair sticks to my chest. It feels like coming home. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go.

"I missed you," I whisper into her hair, breathing in her scent. "So much."

"It's only been one night," she laughs, burying her nose in my neck.

"I couldn't stay away," I confess, my heart racing. "I needed to see you."

I feel her smile against my skin, and then she pulls back, looking up at me with those chocolate brown eyes of hers. "I'm glad you're here," she says softly.

I lean down and capture her lips in a kiss, feeling the heat and the passion I always feel with her. I can't believe I've only known this girl for what--weeks? It feels like she's always been here at the fringes of my mind, meant to be.

I break away from her and gaze into her eyes. She grins up at me, and I know that I've made the right decision. Being with Jade is all that matters.

"So, what's the plan?" she asks, still wrapped around me.

I chuckle. "I don't know. But I do know that I want to be with you. And if I have to share you...so be it. Anything to make you happy and keep you safe."

She nods, her eyes brimming with happiness. "I love you, Fallon."

I kiss her again, this time with more urgency, and she responds eagerly. We break away from each other, gasping for breath. "I love you too," I say, my heart feeling like it's about to burst out of my chest.

It's then that I notice the big, sharp-toothed bite Rafe left on her neck--on the opposite side from mine. It was oddly respectful, like he knew we both had a claim on her. I graze my knuckles over it and she shudders, baring her throat to me.

"You still mine, doll?" I ask.

She nods. "Always."

I push her against the wall of the shower--not hard, but hard enough--and kiss her throat where Rafe marked her. "Mine," I whisper over the spot.

"Yours," she groans, her eyes falling shut.

I kiss down her collarbone and over her breasts, tangling my fingers in her hair as I suck her hard nipples. She gasps and arches her back, whimpering as I cover her with my mouth, and I feel the growing, aching need for her. Her heat has nothing to do with it; I'll always want her, no matter what she smells like, or looks like, or whatever.

I fucking love her.

I grip her ass and lift her up, groaning as I press her against the wall. She wraps her legs around my hips, kissing me hotly, her hands tangling in my hair. Our moans mix together as I move my hips, thrusting against her.

"I need you," I whisper to her. "If only to remind me you're still mine."

She nods, her eyes glittering, and then she starts to undress me--careful with my shoulder when she wasn't before, delicate with my eye. I realize I've barely taken in her form, and it's only now that I notice the scars running up her arms, over her elbows and shoulders.

I frown. "What are these?"

She bites her lip. "They're...they're cain marks," she says. "From where my dad used to hit me when I misbehaved."

I frown. "What the hell for?"

She gives me a sad little smile. "I dunno. I just did things because I wanted to, I guess. And I guess he hit me when I disappointed him. I guess I failed as a daughter."

"Fuck that shit," I growl, and the anger in my eyes has to be visible.

She winces, but I don't apologize for my anger. I trace one of the scars with my fingertip. "If you see these scars as a failure, then I'm a failure too. And so is Rafe."

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