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“Adam…”
“You don’t have to answer now, just tell me again.”
My head tips forward and I press my eyes to his shoulder, hiding there in a darkness that smells like zombie blood and him. “I hate you, Adam.”
“Good.” A wet laugh chokes him and he releases my hands in favor of grabbing the outsides of my arms and squeezing them. “Hate me, Echo. Because I love the way you hate me. Just so long as you only. Hate. Me.” He pounds the words out, touching my hair, my neck, my back, pulling my hips forward to meet the wall of his body. “You hate anybody else like you hate me, it’ll…” He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t need to. He just grabs my right hand and lays it flat over the X carved into his heart.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, fighting the tears that threaten to destabilize me. A second passes before I give in. To all of it.
I rip my hands free of his grip and palm the erection pressing at the cotton of his pants roughly. He growls and I lunge for his neck, biting down onto it hard. “Jesus, Echo. I don’t know if I…” I yank on the elastic waistband of his sweats and fist his length. “Fuck it,” he whispers.
He leans back and yanks up on my knees. Caught off guard by the motion, I fall back and open my eyes to the sight of him prowling over me. The cot squeaks under his weight as he moves over my body, gaze roaming everywhere and nowhere before settling on my pants. He rips a hole in the crotch and pulls his erection free. He strokes it maddeningly.
“Fuck. Where’s your underwear?” he says.
“Where’s yours?”
“Gonna fuck you now.” He starts to roll forward, angling his cock toward my damp lips. I wait for the familiar feeling of his body crashing against mine like a wave, but he hesitates. “Can I?”
I hate that he asks and fist a chunk of his hair. I yank, trying to pull him down to me. “Fucking is all I want from you.”
But the bastard just smiles. “Say it again.”
“I hate you.”
I moan and he growls as he fills me up to his knot. My arousal is almost painful at the thought of feeling it inflate inside me, claiming me wholly. I roll my hips and he digs his fingers into my waist too hard as he pounds me down onto his body too roughly.
I reach back and gouge my nails into his shoulder. I bite and moan and claw. He doesn’t relinquish a lot here, and the movement is left up to him. He picks me up and pulls me down and even though we stare deep into each other’s eyes as we fuck hard, the moment is suspended in time, hung low like the moon on a cold winter night, so close to the horizon.
Everything is quiet…everything except our breath, the leaves that crinkle as they come to life on the inside of the tree trunk, and our voices repeating a quiet mantra over and over.
“I hate you, Adam,” I tell him.
And his response.“Again.”
31 | Adam
Garden of Echo
I took my Omega for everything she had and it wasn’t enough, so I had her again up against the wall of this castle she built around us because I wanted to see the way her red hair and brown skin and freckled fuckin’ face looked against a wall of flowers and vines.
Then I had her again in the dirt.
Lyin’ on the cot, her body draped over mine like a blanket, I’m idlin’ on the edges of sleep…I need to sleep…but I’m wide fuckin’ awake when I feel her carefully tryna lift herself off a’ me.
“Where the fuck you think you’re goin’?” I wrap both arms around her shoulders and drag her into my chest. I kiss the top of her head.
She stutters, “I…need to find Freya.”
“The middle a’ the night?”
“It’s important.”
“Fuck.” I release her and fumble around in the dark formy clothes. Don’t find much. What little that there were areshredded. I pull ‘em on anyway and, usin’ my Berserker’s eyes, I watch Echo do the same.
I snort, “Can’t make clothes outta flowers, can ya?”
She gives me a wary look that makes me smile wider.I’m gonna win her again, or I’m gonna fuckin’ lose limb or life tryin’.
