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"I was trying to make some money," I mutter. "It's my job."
"There was more to it than that."
"Nothing gets past you, does it?" My voice is honey-sweet, but I can taste the bitterness on my tongue.
"Is it because I'm not enough?"
His question slices through the air, sharp and unexpected. His brown eyes darken with something fierce, something wounded.
He's not angry...or at least, not at the root of all this.
He's hurt.
I hurt him.
"Oberon," I start, my voice quiet, cautious. "You think too little of yourself."
He stands stoic, the muscle in his jaw ticking. I reach out, my fingers ghost over the rough stubble along his cheek. He flinches, but doesn't pull away. The room seems to shrink, the air charged with the electricity between us.
"Everything I do...I do for a reason," I whisper, truth laced with lies. I need him to believe, to trust, to keep me close.
His hand captures mine, a firm grip that says he's not convinced, that he needs more than my words. But he doesn't let go, his resolve wavering as he searches my face for answers I don't have.
"And what reason did you have for that?" he says. "You were...you were kissing him. I thought you and I..."
"Like I said, it was about the money," I murmur. I gaze into his eyes, searching for a sign that maybe I could bring him into the fold.
And I take a calculated risk.
"...and it's no secret that I want out of here," I whisper. "What better way to try it than to enlist some green Angel?"
"You know I would do anything for you," he says.
"And I would prefer it to be you," I shoot back.
"Prove it," he challenges, his voice a husky command that sends shivers down my spine.
He stands before me, a silent question in his stance. His eyes are still on me, intense and demanding. The heat from his body seeps into the air, mingling with my own rising warmth.
"Oberon," I start, my voice low and steady, "you're...you're special to me." I close the space between us, pressing my palm against the hard planes of his chest. His heartbeat thrums under my touch, a testament to the effect we have on each other, and I feel a swell of satisfaction when his breath hitches.
His eyes hold mine, the brown depths smoldering. "You say that, but your eyes are elsewhere."
"Only to ensure our survival," I counter, moving closer until I can feel the whisper of his breath on my lips. I lean in, letting him catch the scent that marks me as omega, as his. "There's no one else who makes me feel like you do."
"Star..." his voice is a growl, laced with desire and a hint of desperation. He's about to break all the rules--but tonight, rules are made to be broken.
"Kiss me, Oberon," I order.
He does as he's told.
He crushes me to him, and I welcome the dominance in his embrace. My fingers thread through his thick black hair, pulling him down to meet my eager kiss. Our mouths clash in a frenzy of need, every slide of tongue and teeth stoking the fire within.
I break away just enough to speak, my breath coming in short gasps. "I need you, Oberon. Just you."
"Damn it, Star." His hands roam over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "If you're playing me—"
"Never," I whisper fiercely, capturing his mouth again, hoping he doesn't taste the lie.
