Her hands moved over me with purpose now, any earlier hesitation gone. What had started as uncertain testing had shifted into determination; her touch no longer questioning, but claiming.
She explored everything she could reach, my chest, my shoulders, my arms, her fingers trailing and pressing as if she were learning me by feeling alone, committing each detail to memory. There was no rush in it, no urgency driving her forward, just quiet focus.
I stayed still beneath her, even as every instinct in me pushed to respond, to take control, to give something back. My hands remained at my sides, fingers curling into the mattress as I held myself there. This was hers. Every second of it.
She shifted higher, her movements slowing as her touch followed the line of my neck, brushing along my jaw before lingering at my mouth for a brief moment.
I could see it in her eyes then, what she was working up to, what she wanted, so I gave a small nod of silent permission.
A soft sound left her as she leaned in, her lips finding my neck, not frantic or desperate like before, but intentional.
Chosen.
Then she bit down.
My cock, still buried in her, responded. I thought her pussy had milked every drop, but I was wrong, as hot seed burst again at the feeling of her teeth sinking into my neck.
My breath hitched, my body tightening instinctively as the sensation flared, sharp and consuming, every instinct in me roaring to answer her, to return it, to mark her the same way.
I didn’t though.
There would be time for that.
My teeth clenched as I forced myself to hold still, to let her have this completely, to let her take what she needed without having to give anything in return. I just watched her, felt her, and let her choose.
And when she finally stilled, her body resting against mine, the difference in her was undeniable. At the stakeout, everything between us had been driven by instinct and urgency, her body chasing relief faster than she could process it. This was something else entirely. Slower, more intentional, and grounded in a way that felt new, even to me.
Her hands rested against my chest in quiet, steady points of contact. The tension that had always lived inside her, in the tight set of her shoulders and constant flicker of unease in her eyes, was gone.
In its place was a soft, content relaxation that made something in my chest ache, as though for the first time she truly felt safe being touched.
Chapter 20: Silas
“These might be the best briefing packets we’ve ever presented to Director Mallory. Pretty sure he’s going to figure out Lena organized most of it,” I said with a snort as I flipped through the folder while we waited to be summoned.
The AIED main offices were busy, buzzing with quiet conversations and barely contained speculation about the upcoming omega raids. Ten new omegas confirmed, with more expected. Units were already jockeying for placement, eager to impress Command in the hopes of being assigned one.
There was only one omega who wasn’t up for consideration.
She was ours.
Director Mallory leaned out of the briefing room and waved us in.
Inside, General Green sat at the head of a long conference table, several members of Command seated around him. As we stepped inside, the security camera mounted to the ceiling's corner shifted, tracking our movement. Subtle, but enough to remind me we weren’t just presenting to the people in theroom.
There were always others watching.
Ranked so high up in Command, no one ever saw them or even knew who they were.
I handed the briefing packets to Directory Mallory’s beta secretary, who moved efficiently around the table, passing them out before topping off water glasses and slipping back out without a word.
The room filled with the quiet rustle of pages as everyone opened the packets, scanning through them as if they hadn’t already received a copy last night for full review.
“Gentlemen,” General Green said, his voice carrying easily across the room, “for those of you who have not yet been introduced, I present Special Officers Silas and Knox Mercer. They are two of the best AIED has to offer. They've spent the better parts of their impressive careers tracking Falcon City'scrime families, and more specifically, Marco Bellini.”
He paused, glancing down at the packet before continuing.
“With the help of an omega informant, they’ve identified approximately half of Bellini’s omega holdings across seven separate locations. They’re here to present the recovery plan.”
