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“I’ll stay until I’ve seen you fall asleep,” I barked.
“Don’t you dare bark at me!” She snarled. “If I desire to be left alone, then you shall leave. Me. Alone!”
“Not tonight,” I snapped. Angry at her, at myself I sat against the wall opposite and closed my eyes. She could scream all she wanted, tonight I would watch over her. Through gritted teeth I informed the furious omega that, “Tonight I will stay here and wait until you fall asleep.”
Every muscle protestedwhen I woke. The first morning of our brave new world. Careful, oh so carefully, because I did not wish to wake the omega sleeping in her cage, I stretched my arms above my head, wincing at the sound of my joints popping.
“Stiff?” she asked. She lounged on the floor of her cage, watching me from the half shadows.
“What time is it?” I asked the room. She wouldn’t know there was nothing in here but pillows and blankets. The only hard object were the bars of her cage. Nothing she could use to hurt herself or one of us.
“Are you stiff?” she asked again. I jerked my chin in wordless agreement. “Good. And since you are awake, I want you gone.”
“I like you like this,” I said in a voice I now recognised. Oberon’s flare for the dramatic had rubbed off on me. “My imperious omega—”
The appellate had her hissing. “I’m not your omega. I am not your anything. Do not think that Sarah’s death has cleared your slate.”
My emotions somersaulted from soft to an impotent fury. Our one connection taken from us and instead of bringing us closer, the gulf had grown. Oh, how I wished Sarah could be here to chide us, guide us back together. I mourned Sarah but in a shameful hideous way I hoped her death would bring me closer to the caged creature before me. The weight of desperate, unchecked feeling surged through me.
“Oh, quite the opposite.” I scooted forward until I was close enough to touch the bars of her cage. I had to unleash the roiling emotions. “You are my obsession. Every time Sarah passed me, smelling of you, of your slick, and of your love making… I thought about you. What would you taste like? I’d fuck her then. Push her up against the wall, kiss her. Drinking in your taste that lingered on her tongue. Bury my face between her thighs knowing you had been there hours before. And she is gone. My girl. My Sarah. My sweet, perfect—”
“She was more to you than a proxy,” she protested. “I know you loved her.”
Throwing my feelings in my face should have stung, but it drew forth sympathy for the only other person who grieved Sarah as a lover.
“How dare you suggest otherwise? She was foremost mine. Always more than a link to you.” I grabbed the bars and pressed myself against the gold painted iron. Not wanting to retreat, she clutched the bars above my hands. “She was more to you as well. But you can’t deny you lapped my cum from her cunt. Let her ride your face, knowing I’d been there earlier that night.”
We were linked together through the woman we loved. Closer than either were willing to admit.
“I won’t deny it.” Her words could have been for me. They could have been unintentionally spoken. All I knew was she thought me braver for my confession. I slowly let go. This time she looked a little lost, a little vulnerable. I saw what Sarah loved about her in that moment. I wanted to see them together—loving each other.
“Tell me something and I’ll leave you for now.”
“It depends on what you want to know,” she hedged.
“Would you have made love to her and let me watch?” Almost before my question was asked I forced myself not to look away for I’d never been so naked before another. “Never mind that. Idle curiosity and wholly inappropriate.”
“You know the answer.” Her eyes never left mine. All that fragility hardened into something otherworldly in its beauty.
“I suppose that is all the confession I’ll get from you. I’ll give you one in return.”
She froze.
My heart galloped in my chest, terrified, thrilled. All of a sudden I was aware how intimate this conversation had become. “What I wanted… what I could never get out of my head was the fantasy of fucking her while you fucked me. Sarah’s favourite toy to use with those wealthy, lonely omegas. For you to fill my ass with that and fuck me.”
“You’d let me do that? Give up control to an omega?”
“Darling Polly, didn’t I just say it was my fantasy? To fuck her while being fucked by you?”
Her eyes blew wide open and her scent blossomed and wrapped around me. I leant in as close as I dared.
“I wish more than I can admit... No, I’ll admit it. Bringing Sarah home to you was all I cared for last night. Your sister had her mates. Power, wealthy, and connected. Sarah had us. Only us. And for once I wanted the three of us to share the same air. Not for sexual gratification but because she’d be scared and we could make her feel safe.”
Oberon either had the best or the worst timing, for in the moment she opened her mouth to reply, he came in. I scented him before I heard him, because when he wanted to be silent, you’d not hear the sound of his breathing.
“A shame you could not do so.” Oberon’s cold voice pulled us out of the spell.
Polly reared back, and I watched with disappointment as she turned as frosty and sharp as her scent.
