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He tries to gently place it to the side, but I shake my head and make quick work of the straps. I shuck them off and toss them to the grasses.
“What are you doin’?”
“It doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter. Keep the bandage on.”
“You didn’t bite me, Adam. Youbondedme. I asked you to.” I blink, eyes surprisingly dry. Seems like a moment this new weepy Echo would cry, but instead, I don’t feel defeat or fear. All I feel is excitement.
“You asked me to?”
I nod. “Begged you to.”
“Fuck. Wish I could remember it.” He slides into me deeply, stretching my sloppy pussy even wider. It’s already gaping for him, ready to accommodate him twice over with how he worked me all through the night.
“Do it again, Adam.”
“Nah.”
“Please, Adam.”
“No, wife.”
I hitch, shocked by his use of the word in a way I imagine I will be every time. The moment passes and I comb his hair behind his ears with both of my hands, admiring the way my left arm moves, despite the scars that decorate it. “Berserker, please bond your Omega. I’m begging.”
His fangs jut out of his mouth like he’s lost control over them and he lunges for my neck. He bites down hard, mouth fully covering the place that he bit me that very first night, back when I was a scavenger and a stranger and he was nobody but an enemy to me.
I scream in rapture, in absolute delight. He roars and curses and sniffles because my Berserker is a cupcake. A murderous cupcake. And that fills me with violent satisfaction that carries me all through the day and into the night.
The entire time, flowers fall around us.
19 | Adam
Dragnovic Gardens
“Wow, he emerges from the dead.”
“Just in time, too…”
“Do you know how much work it is to plan a fuckin’ Omega Ball? We’ve been receiving delegates in Dark City for the past three days and you’ve been totally MIA.”
“We put them up in Dark Tower — that’s where we moved the venue. Figured you’re not in a state to host.”
“Not to mention, we got so many fuckin’ RSVPs…”
My Six are all talkin’ at fuckin’ once and givin’ me a fuckin’ headache. Not lookin’ at me either, which drives me nuts, but starin’ at their computer screens like somethin’ in there could ever be more important than what’s goin’ on in the real world. Here. With their Omega.
“Move the venue back here. Get it ready.”
“What!” Four of the Six scream at once. Two are missin’. They all swivel their chairs around and silence reigns for a full sixty seconds.
Slowly, Vi stands up from the desk he’s got positioned in front of the bay window. Our home office looks so damn stereotypical. Dark oak flooring. Soft, comfortable leather couches. Ergonomic chairs, stools, keyboards, desks, everything. My people are nerds. But they’re alright.
“You…okay, Berserker?” Vi says, sounding strained.
Yeah, they’re alright.
I nod absently, know I need to get some food. Already fed my Omega, though, and put her back to bed in her nest, and that’s what counts. Need to feed me now, though. My body’s hurtin’. Never felt like this. Never knew a body could feel like this. Like I been totally wrung dry yet could respond to my Omega’s call for anythin’ in a second.
