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“Adam?” I turn and see her propped up on her elbows. “If you don’t have anywhere to sleep, it’s dry in here. If you don’t mind sleeping on the ground.”
This time, I don’t grin even though I want to. I turn around and make my way back into her tree and as I pass over the threshold and watch her flick her gaze away from me, a deeper resolve floods my bones. I settle onto the ground just below her cot and just before sleep hits me, I voice that resolve out loud to the star my universe revolves around — an Omega I pulled out of a trash heap.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” And I’ll put a damn chain around my neck and shackle myself to her wrist if I gotta make sure of it.
32 | Echo
Garden of Echo
I wake on an orgasm.Wet heat strokes my clit. Sometime in the night — or is this day? — my pants were dragged to the tops of my thighs and a hard body pinned my legs down. Fingers spread my labia while his tongue massages my clit and spears my center with wild wanton. There’s a finger in my asshole and it’s thick — maybe his thumb?
I don’t manage to take a full deep breath before I’m shattering.
It happens in warp speed, too fast to catch. My chest is heaving and stars play out in front of my eyes as Adam — it could only be Adam — chuckles darkly and sucks my oversensitive clit into his mouth and rolls it between his lips.
“Ouh,” I chirp, legs spasming, but I can’t retract them because he has me caged in the only way I’m happy to be caged. “Too sensitive,” I beg.
He prowls up my body, resting almost his full weight on meuntil I’m half suffocated. He doesn’t care. He leans in andkisses me and I try to dodge it. “You smell awful,” I say on a poorly restrained laugh that makes him grin rakishly.
“Smell like your filthy pussy,” he growls, going for my lips anyway. I don’t pull away. I could…but I don’t.
Heat builds between us, his tongue stroking mine, forcing me to taste morning breath — his and mine — and unwashed pussy. “Nasty,” I whisper as he breaks the kiss.
“Disgusting.” He reaches his hand between us, slapping it possessively over my core. “And I’m still hungry. Unless…” He hesitates, giving me a goading, teasing look with one eyebrow cocked. “Unless, of course, you don’t want it.”
I shake my head rapidly, unable to think about anything but the fact that I want it.
“Of course. Cuz this is all you want from me, right?”
He slices his tongue up the center of my most sensitive place and I freeze, back arched, lips parted, eyes glued to his as my thoughts scramble and I try to make heads or tails of what he’s said.That’s what I told him. That I’d take him only for the title and only for his body.I cringe, not liking that I said that. He’s not a whore and yet, without trust, what else is there besides this?
He snarls when I say nothing and kisses me hard on the lips, bruisingly,longingly. “Don’t answer that.” He kisses his way back down my body and brings me to orgasm once more. “Love kissin’ you when you’re sleepin’,” he says against my inner thigh. “Love that surprised little look on your face when you wake up screamin’. Gonna fuck you awake next time.” He prods my asshole with his middle finger and I tense up against the invasion.
I reach down and comb my fingers through his hair.What am I doing?“I’d like to try that.”
“Know you would.” He grunts as he pushes up into a seated position and swings his legs over the edge of the cot. “You hungry?”
“I…what?”
“You hungry?”
“I…” I sit up and reach for the erection tenting the front of his sweats. He laughs and takes my hand by the wrist. “Later.” He winks and I ignore the disappointment that churns in my gut and makes my pussy clench around a dick that isn’t there. “Meant for breakfast.” He stands and adjusts himself, but it doesn’t help his situation in the slightest. God, he’s huge.
And he was mine, once.
All mine.
But then he had to fuck everything up.
“Don’t like that look. What you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing.”
He doesn’t say anything and I brush my hand over the flowers that cover the outside of the blanket. I grew more last night. Maybe, because of the community I felt forming. The hope that it will last.It will. It has to.
“You’re so fuckin’ incredible,” he says out of the blue. When I look up. I see he’s looking at the blanket, too, staring at the flowers like they’re precious gems.
I just grunt. “I’m not. Freya, she’s incredible.”
