Filed To Story: The Omega Destiny
Roger’s head sways as he attempts to wake up, and I can feel I am close to cutting his eyelids off to speed up “Wake your ass up!” I yell as 1 kick the leg of the chair, pulling against his restraints as he yells in pain.
“Well….look….it’s my…disappointment.” My father pants as he blinks his eyes repeatedly, attempting to clear Bit vjen,
I’m alive and living my best life while you are chained to a chair, pissing yourself, and missing an ear. It looks like only disappointment in this room is you.” I carefully watch him as he stares at me, drooling on himself in the process.
“Let me guess…y-you brought her here for..for some glorious speech before….b before killing me…spare me the dramatics. Roger spits toward me, and Cyrus grabs hold of the back of Roger’s chair and rams his fist into his stomach. father immediately pukes down his shirt on impact. brought you here to allow my girl to get some playtime,” Cyrus smirks as he steps beside me and wraps his arme around my waist, pulling me into him as he peppers kisses down my neck.
“What do you want to do first?” He asks as I run fingers across the weapons he has laid out on the table. I lift the meat tenderizer up and observe how shiny and new it is in appearance.
“Perfect: I have been wondering how that will perform.” Cyrus smiles at me and gestures with his hand toward my father.
“What has he told you already?” I ask, knowing that I want to know as much as I am afraid to,
“He said he sold you into the ring because you were rejected, already unmanageable, and Stevens willingly did so to allow them to experiment on you,” Cyrus explains as I walk up to my father.
“Well, that certainly makes this easier,” I say as I twist to my left, throwing my weight behind the swing of the meat tenderizer that connects with my father’s face.
I swallow hard, my misth as dry as a deskt mate, bead this encounter, set the precedent for collecting dost on a mantel.
Damn it
I clear my throat, meeting Amani’s gaze. She offers me a warm smile, and I have no idea why yet. Everything about our time together tonight has been amazing, but als etward.
I could feel her watching me wipe up every crumb that fell onto the table during the me continue eating until the area is clean.
Well, she does now.
“You can take the bed and I can sleep in the chair if you want.”
“You are too big for that chair.”
“It’s alright. Really. I want you to be comfortable. I will be fine.”
“This is your bed, your home. If you don’t want to sleep with me, you should take the bed.”
I’m struggling to articulate my current feelings to Amani. Mainly, I do not want to be a huge disappointment to her
I’m screwing this whole thing up. I want to share my bed with you. Fates know I want to badly, I just….. I let oest a as I run my fingers through my brown hair. Amani turns more toward me, grasping my wrist in her small hand. She is wearing one of my shirts tonight, and I watch as she occasionally tucks her nose down into the collar, inhaling my scem deeply
“Do you just want to crawl in and take things slow. We can talk and be with each other?” Amani’s suggestion takes the edge off my nerves that I really need at this point.
“I would like that a lot.” I smile at her and reach behind me to pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in athletic shorts. ! should probably keep those on to help take this slowly.
I need this to go very slowly.
I climb into the bed and extend my arm, lifting the blanket, inviting my mate into bed with me. I try to control my breathing as she smiles and slides in next to me, using my arm as a pillow, I could get another. She needs one, but then again, I like this feeling.
Everywhere her skin touches, it sends little tingling sensations throughout my arm. I have to keep my fist closed the trembling in my hands from being noticeable. They are trembling partly from tear, and partly because my fingers to trail up and down my mate’s soft, bourbon skin and get lost between her thighs.
I pull her into me and inhale her citrus scent deeply. I allow it to calm me as I run through all the possible conversations I could have right now, which ones i should have, and which ones I want to avoid.
The first of Many
That list le longer.
I think there are several things I should tell you. 17h w setter start to fin guing n cumbie quuti jum fall asleep. Amani has her hands press against my skf Rep ngitte against me, my stunting on the g veering ing of her head.
I-I have never. Shit, this is harder them I thought. I have never hut tomboy in my bed before
“I know, I didn’t smell any scents.”
No, that is not what I meant. I’m trying to tell you that I have never had anybody in my bed before Emphaste on the never, hoping she can read between the uncomfortable lines.
You mean you have never been with anybody intimately? Amani whispers, and I can feel her warm Breath skating mer my skin. I’m close to giving up all hope that I can keep an erection from happening.
“Yes, that is what I am trying to tell you.”
Hello,
My name is Damon Blackrock.
I am a 26-year-old virgin.
Please don’t leave me.
“Are you disappointed?” I whisper into her hair, feeling the squeeze in my chest as I hold my breath and wait for her reply,
“No. No, not at all. I’m a bit curious since you are the sexiest Alpha I have ever seen. I don’t understand how you managed to keep everybody off you.” I smile into her hair at her compliment, but it is short-lived when I realize I will have to open up.
That’s why I only wanted to do this once.
“As you can tell, I have a few living quirks. I didn’t want to put myself in a position to have that get out all over the pack. ! didn’t want to explain it to every she-wolf that could have been brought back to my bed, and I didn’t want to share my story with anybody unless I knew they wouldn’t leave, no matter how bad I wished they would, just to spare them the headache that I am. I wanted to wait for my mate. Do it once. Explain it once and hope the mating bond is strong enough to drown out all the crazy I bring.”
I feel like I am cut open, bleeding out in front of her, while I wait in silence for the lifeline I hope she throws me.
I’m drowning in my feelings, and if she rejects me, I will at least know that I was honest, I tried, and even though it would be my fault, it would be for the best.
“When you’re ready to tell me, I’ll be here to listen.” Amani leans back, looking into my eyes. Her face has no hint of rejection or even confusion. She looks radiant and sounds supportive.
How is this happening?
I squeeze her firmly against me, my erection rock hard now, pressed up against her. I feel her fingernail sliding back and forth across my chest in a small but soothing movement. I do the same as I spread my hand on her lower back, running my fingers across her warm skin.
“I don’t want to mark you until you know everything about me, and I don’t think I have it in me to tell it all tonight, I’m feeling a little…..distracted.” I groan as she laughs.
Amani pulls back and watches me as I twirl one of her braids around my finger, finding it relaxing. “We can go slow,” she whispers as I nod my head in agreement, swallowing as I lean down and prop myself on my elbow, cupping Amani’s face with my hand.
My heart raced as 1 gazed into her warm, inviting eyes. The hesitation that had once gripped me began to melt away. replaced by an overwhelming desire to close the distance between us. “Are you okay? Amani whispered, her voice barely audible, yet it echoed in the silence of the room. I nodded, feeling a flutter of courage build within me.
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