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I remember the Fates. I remember what they told me. That in Paradise Hole I’d find her. And that there’d be no mistakin’ who she was when I met her. I’d know I met my wife.
I know.
She’s nothin’ I expected and everythin’ I want. I’d expected an Omega who was meek and beautiful, grateful and obedient. Instead, I got rage dipped in honey, dragged through shards of glass. An Omega who’d rather kill herself than be mine, and right now she’s beggin’ me.
Damn Echo. I’ve never begged anybody for anythin’ and I only dare because I know she hasn’t either. But I’m not gonna let her use what I am as distance between us anymore. I want her to see me. For once, I want her to see me. So, while she begs me forsomethin’, I’ll beg her for that.
“Gonna fuck you, Echo, but you gotta call meAdam.”
She cries out, the sound soft and sad and full of surprise. It’s loud, but it isn’t so loud that I miss the sound of that crinkling again. I open my eyes and, above her head, I see them for the first time. “Flowers.”
My eyeballs strain in disbelief as I take in the sight of so many vines. We’re wrapped in them, cocooned by thick, brown vines laced with dead leaves and moss, but newly studded among them are vines that are much thinner and more delicate than the violent, thorny limbs she’s grown before. Green vines. Delicate curls. Not meant for rage or decimation or protection. Just…beautiful and covered in dozens of tiny flowers. Either white or yellow, I can’t tell which, the flowers all carry her scent. They smell incredible, stifling, cloying, captivating…broken perfection.
My eyes get fuckin’ hot and I close them, praying to the fuckin’ suns she can’t see in the dark like I can. I’ve never seen flowers before.Too good for me. Unworthy.
I release a shuddering breath and am about to fuckin’ crawl off of her beautiful, damaged body when she says, “Please. Adam, please.”
I moan and collapse onto her further, my grip on her hair too hard, but I can’t control it. I can’t control anything. My cock, which has been idling at the entrance of her hot, sweet cunt, pushes inside of her, meeting no resistance.
Her pussy is wet and open for me, ready and eager. Hungry. I rotate my hips against hers, moving slow and in a way I can tell surprises her, and that she doesn’t like. Why would she? She expected hard and fast, but I don’t want that. I don’t want…I don’t want her to think I’m here just for this. I’m not. I didn’t come here for this.
She’s panting so hard, her body wild and shaking against me. I hold her down, careful as fuck with her arm. It takes her moments to come and she does with a scream that nearly breaks the rigid hold I have on my composure.
Gotta use chains and guns, pure, unyielding determination to keep myself from fallin’ into rut. And she isn’t helpin’.
“Adam!” She screams my name. Not Berserker, not a fuckin’ insult, but my name. The one I chose because I liked it. The only thing I had that was mine for years…decades. Now, it’s hers, too.
“Fuck me.” I let her come all over me and I want to release and come all over her and inside her body, but when she whispers sad, tortured words into my ear, I know I can’t. If she’s this close to heat, she could get pregnant by me and I’m not puttin’ a fuckin’ kid in her out here in Paradise Hole. It’s a nasty fuckin’ place and, somethin’ happens to me, I’m not gonna let her walk this world with my kid, alone. She’s got enough to worry about without that burden.
She curses and I tighten my grip on her body, my will and my restraint. “Don’t you fuckin’ go into heat, Omega.”
“Heat?” she stutters.
No fuckin’ way. Fuck. “Fuck!” Her vulnerability hits me like a battering ram. I fight the hardest battle of my life not to give in to it. Instead, I kiss her face. Kiss her deep. “Didn’t know.” Didn’t know that she didn’t know.
From what I know of Omegas, their heat is triggered only in the presence of an Alpha. That she’s never gone into heat before doesn’t surprise me. That she doesn’t know what her heatisterrifies me. I’m going to need to be even more careful with her.
Fuck me, what have I been doin’? I’ve been tryna break down a savage named Echo but, as a Berserker, I haven’t been carin’ for my Omega at all. I’ve completely abandoned her.
“Prouda you, baby.” I am. “Pleasin’ your Berserker so fuckin’ good right now.” She is.
She gasps and her body spasms in my arms. I hold her still, tryna be careful with her arm. I wait for her to ride out her orgasm and I squeeze my eyes shut tight and lick the tears from her cheeks. I wonder if she knows that some of that salty wetness is mine. Not cryin’ of course. Not findin’ her vulnerability, her naivety, hertrustand her goddamn flowers a beautiful thing. Nah. A Berserker doesn’t cry.But Adam. What about Adam?Haven’t cried since…haven’t cried since the last time I was in Paradise Hole, and only once, only for a minute. And then the pain started.
I’m used to pain as I prepare to pull out of her, unspent, refusin’ to fall into rut, refusin’ to breed her, refusin’ to hurt her, refusin’ to let my first time with her be like this. Who ever said I wasn’t a fuckin’ romantic?
“Please me so good, Omega,” I tell her, but only because I can hear a small sound underneath my rumblin’ chest, an uneven, lurching sound, a quiet beat that sounds like a stray tabby learnin’ affection for the very first time. She’s purrin’ for me. Not quite, but she’s tryin’.
“So fuckin’ beautiful, Echo.” Around her face, like a halo, a ring of white and pink flowers grows. “Flowers…” Beautiful. “That’s it, baby. Come for your Berserker, now.”
And she does.
I move my thoughts into boxes, separating the pleasure from the pain of not finishing inside of her. I focus only on her. Her taste, her mouth, her flowers, her scent. I have to distance myself from the pressure of her pussy ripplin’ around my dick and think about it like somebody watchin’ the scene unfold, but not experiencin’ it for himself. And I hold. I kiss her and I hold.
She’s cryin’ harder, her defenses are down. She’s an exposed heartbeat. “Don’t go,” she says to me and she breaks every piece of my fuckin’ heart.Bam, bam, bam.
“Won’t,” I vow and it’s an easy vow to make.
“I’m scared of Paradise Hole.”
