Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
I open the door to find him standing in a polo shirt, fitted tight against his muscles and dark, distressed jeans. His hair is mess, but he looks handsome. He is clean shaven and smells like cinnamon more so today than our previous times we have met. I open the door slightly and his perusal of my body turns to stone. His eyes become heated, his nostrils flaring. He pushes his way through my door and heads straight to my bedroom. Oh shit. I follow him as he stands outside of the adjoining door. Kian turns back around to me, a murderous glare on his features and at this point, and I feel afraid. I do not want to be trapped in this room with him.
“Did you spend time with the alpha again? Huh? I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM.” He yells and before I know it the room is rocking sideways quickly and I hit the floor. I bring my hand up to my face as I see him looming over me. He backhanded me. My lip is busted, and I can feel blood trickling down my chin. “I have one job Ayl?. To keep YOU away from HIM. I will be damned if I let you ruin this payday for me, you stupid bitch. You will come with me willingly or I will take you. You decide, but your days here in this pack are over.” I can’t even process what is happening. The amount of shit to unpack that he just spewed from his mouth is mind blowing. I am confused and breathing hard. My eyes must be the size of saucers as this point, and I don’t know what to do.
He reaches his hand out to grab me and that’s when I feel it. My eyes glow as my mental barrier is shattered. Aramana makes her presence known. A low growl sounds off from my chest and before he can grab me a ball of blue shimmering light shoots from my hands and sends Kian flying across the room, making a crater in the dry wall with his body before he hits the floor. I told you I wanted you to reconnect before you forced me to. Go now, find Thane. Aramana pushes into my mental barrier, and I get up and flee,
Thane my
Again, I leave Ayla like a coward. I couldn’t even make it through the night cuddling her before the guilt tore through me that I was hurting her by keeping her close. Playing with her emotions, mine being hot and cold. Knowing I want her and shouldn’t. Oh, emotions are hot for her and that’s the problem. I am not callous en ugh to keep her from her fated mate. Her other half. Predetermined by the fates to be the equal she needs. The person to help her learn and grow. The mate destined to love her more than life itself. That person wasn’t me. It apparently was that bastard Kian. She deserves better than both of us. I can’t give her what she needs anyway. I am broken. That is why I have hidden myself away in the office today. Besides trying not to think about the constant pain today brings, drowning myself in work will take my thoughts of little wolf. Well, that and this whiskey. The more I numb, the more dettached from my misery I become.
I’ve been in here all day. Drinking and working. Working and drinking. I don’t have time to grieve when I think of more work for myself to de. More tasks to check on, more ideas thrown out on ways to better the pack. Maps examined time and time again. A vicious circle that keeps me from ever dealing or feeling. Everyone knows to stay clear of me today. They know to stay clear of me on my sister’s day as well. A few people slide cards under my door. Mostly, friends of my parents. Sometimes meals are left outside of my door, or trinket in front of my rooms. The ones that cared for my family show it.
10 hours later and I am sitting at my desk with my feet up, eyes closed, and my dark blue dress shirt half buttoned. My face has a two??ay shadow, and I am out of booze. Not without a pretty good buzz though. I stupidly let my mind wander to memories of better times. Replaying family celebrations, birthdays. The thought of certain things brings me the scent in real life. My mother’s garden, baking and favorite foods. The smell of blood with the hunts I had with dad. Watching him rule with pride and loyalty to the pack. A knock at the door has me sitting upright, wiping a lone tear away from my bloodshot eyes. “Who is it?” I growl out gruffly. Maybe whoever it is moves the hell along.
Della comes in wearing a very short skirt that barely covers her ass and a crop top sweater. Her black hair falling down her back in curls. I should be aroused, but instead, I find myself wondering why anyone would wear a cropped sweater. Why wear long??leeved shirts with bellies cut out? Women are strange and clearly; I have had enough to drink. “What do you want Della? I’m busy.” “I came to see if you are okay. I know what the day is and by the smell in here, you clearly aren’t okay.” “Della, I am tired and just want to rest. I don’t want to talk about my feelings. Please leave.” “I know you’re stressed. You don’t have to talk.” I close my eyes groaning. Why can’t people leave this room when I tell them?
Before I could say anything else, she made her way around my chair and started rubbing my shoulders. My neck and shoulders are full of knots and tension. Her hands, first unwanted now can stay as I must admit, she is damn good at this. She takes her time working down my arms and my back, sharing her own memories of my family and us as children. I would rather not think on my family as she is releasing tension in my back. That will only bring it all back, but I allow her to share while I relax.
chest more and her hands start to caress more than rub. I am half asleep before I realize that she Her hands start to slide down n has now moved to straddle me in my chair. Taking advantage of my plaxed state. ‘Della what are you doing?” I ask, my voice slightly above a hoarse whisper. “I miss you, Thane. You’re stressed and tense. We both need to release some tension.” She swivels her hips forward, sliding her bare cunt over my dick. Of course she came without panties. “Della, I can’t” I rasp out as she keeps grinding, kissing down my neck. “Please, Thane. I need this. You need this. Smell my arousal. Feel how much I need you.” She moans out while grinding herself back and forth, close to bringing herself to orgasme Della stop, I can’t. Not tonight.” I practically plea with her while trying to fight my own urges to whip my dick out and shove inside her. There’s only so much grinding I can take in my state before I give into the lust in front of me. No, I couldn’t do at, I wouldn’t. My dick, however, isn’t getting the message becoming hard against my zipper as she continues grinding, into mo
“Oh Thane….oh yes. You feel so good….I am so close….dh shi…it.” she mewls out while grinding against me harder. My hands fight to stay at my sides. She isn’t going to stop. I should stop,this. I shove my hands down on her hips, holding her in place while she comes all over my jeans. Damn it. “You got what you came here for Della. Leave.” I whisper in her ear. She lifts her head off of my shoulder and stands off of my lap with a huge grin on her face. “Oh, did NOT get what I came here for.” She says flirtatiously as she hikes her skirt over her hips, turns around and bends over my desk, baring both holes to me. Expectantly waiting to be filled. I could see her wetness coating her.
I stand up behind her and place a hand on each ass cheek, squeezing hard eliciting a moan. I should be pounding into her now. Getting off and getting her the hell out of here. But yet I remain standing here doing nothing as memories of being with little wolf flood my mind instead. Fates, I missed her. I wonder how she is as it soon dawns on me that she could be having a panic attack from not hearing from me and I was too selfish today to remember what happened last time I was cold to her. Little wolf doesn’t deserve that.
“Please alpha, please I need you.” Della rasps out bringing my thoughts back to the present. She’s still sprawled across my desk presented to me. Biting her bottom lip while looking back at me. “Please alpha.” She moans loud and needy as I run my fingers down her wet slit. “I can give you my fingers Della, nothing more and never again.” “But, Thane, you can’t mean that.” “I do mean it Della. I want this between us done. This is how it ends.” “But why? Please tell me.” “You’ve gotten too close to me. It will be harder for you when you find your mate.” “I don’t want to find him Thane. I want you.” “You know my rule, Della. This is over. You can have my fingers, or nothing at all.” “I don’t believe you, Thane.” She says while spreading her legs wider and pushing her ass more in the air, sliding her slit against my knuckles. “I mean it Della. I am done. Why don’t you take my offer so I can get the hell out of here and call it a night.” “Thane, please.” She pleads over her shoulder. “No, Della, just get up and get out.” “Thane, no. You don’t want that.” “What I want isn’t in this room.” I yell at her on the brink of losing it. “What you want, or who you want Thane?”
As I stare down at her I feel a pull in my chest, and I am overcome with warmth. My senses are overwhelmed with a sweet, calming smell and Ronan is shouting ‘mate’ repeatedly in my mind. I back up and look up to my doorway. The fated mate bond snapping intc place. The sound of my name a raspy whisper, coming through vocal cords not used in months. There in my doorway is a distraught looking little wolf. My fated mate looking at me as I am standing behind a still presented Della.
Ayla
I ran up what seemed like a thousand flight of stairs to get to Thanes office so I wouldn’t get caught by Kian waiting for the made her presence known. She reconnected elevator. I don’t hear him following me, but am terrified, nonetheless. Araman again. It also feels like we have a long way to go without giving me a final say. I could be irate, but it feels good to be whole bonding, as it seems like I have a complete stranger living inside of me and that hurts. What also hurts is standing in Thane’s office doorway seeing him look down at Della across his desk. Her ass in the air on display, Thane’s shirt open. Everyone was right. They are together. I was such a fool.