The Omegas (9 page)

The knob turned.

He faced the door and crossed his arms over his chest. She needed to accept him for what he was, no compromises, no apologies.

The door opened, and the sight of the breath-taking enigma gliding into the study nailed his feet to the floor.

Their relationship started in an unconventional way. They didn’t have a chance to go out on dates or mingle socially. It remained confined to wonderful moments at her apartment, in between their busy schedules. Never an occasion to dress up.

She cleaned up nice. He’d always thought her beautiful, now she made him take the saying “eye-candy” literally. The black, knee length, spaghetti strapped dress flowed along her lush curves. It contrasted with her milky white skin and enhanced its smooth softness. Her pale blond hair fell in big, bouncy curls around her face like silken threads.

“Sugar,” he breathed.

Her stilettos clicked on the hardwood floor.

The gloss of her dark red lipstick drew his attention with visions of them wrapped around his cock. He mentally slapped himself.
Think with the big bald head, not the little one.

Smiling, she approached him. “I’m happy to see you’ve recovered.”

He touched his chest where the stake had penetrated him. “It didn’t go all the way through. If I’d been a younger vampire, it would have been the end of me.” He resisted the urge to twirl the wayward curl on her cheek.

She tilted her face up to him. “We never talked after the attack.” The tips of her fingers brushed his shirt over his wound, and it softened his resolve to be stoic. “It surprised me you could wake in the day, let alone fight and save me.”

Those crystal green eyes weakened his knees. They were the most honest eyes he’d ever seen, nothing hid in them. “Most can’t.”

She stepped closer, her intense stare making him nervous. “Only the oldest of your kind have those abilities.”

He swallowed, she knew. “Where are my manners?” He gestured to the chairs. “Please, sit with me.”

With a hand on his chest she stopped him as he began to move toward them. “How old are you?”

“You came across the country to ask me that?”

She gnawed at her lower lip. “No. It’s just...” She sighed and let her hand fall, then made her way to the chairs.

He pulled his in front of hers so their knees almost touched. Leaning forward, he answered the question he always hated. “I lost count after eleven hundred years.”

She sat up straighter. “Wow.”

He caressed her knee. “Does it matter, Sugar?” He couldn’t resist slipping his hand under the hem of her dress to touch her skin. “I-I’d do anyth—”

She placed her fingertips to his lips to silence him. “I love you, Daedalus. That’s never been the issue.”

He sat back. His fingers still tingled from the touch of her skin. “I wondered. It’s nice to hear.” They were about to have the conversation he’d wanted since he healed enough to rise to consciousness. His courage dwindled for a moment, but why would she travel across the continent to blow him off?

Her grin faded. “I needed time to figure things out. Where did I want my life to head? If I stayed with you and the Omegas, life would be...”

“Difficult?”

“Out of the ordinary.”

He stared at her. “And your verdict?”

She stood, then sat on his lap. “I’m here.” Her hands ran over his scalp.

As her supple fingers caressed his head he closed his eyes, afraid she’d see the tears that threatened to spill. “I noticed.” The urge to ignite this spark she’d planted made him on edge. He didn’t want to initiate anything.
She
came to
him
.

“I moved,” she whispered in his ear.

He raised an eyebrow, and his mouth twisted in a smile. Like he didn’t already know this
.
“Eric informed me.”

She stretched herself along him. “I spoke with him.”

“It’s about time. They’ve been concerned about you.” The warmth of her body seeped into his.

“He has control of the Ayumu now. I know he asked Robert and Sam to follow me. I told him to stop. He needs them more than I do.”

Daedalus told Eric to stop for the same reason. His security had protected Sugar since the day of the attack, keeping her safe from any other retaliation.

The overwhelming emotions which almost drowned him receded. He opened his eyes to a wonderful sight. Exposed generous, round breasts almost spilled out of Sugar’s dress as she stretched forward. “Officially, I’m still his advisor,” he stated. They were very close to falling out. He couldn’t help but silently cheer them on.

She took a deep breath. “It must be hard to advise when you don’t even live close to Chicago.”

“Yeah.” Maybe if he pulled on the fabric.

She traced her fingers along her collarbone, then around her cleavage. “I bought a house.”

“Uh-huh.” His eyes followed the patterns she drew on herself. The Sahara settled in his mouth, and everything he thirsted for sat on his lap. He licked his lips. She had no idea how she affected him. The hunger she produced.

One of the dress straps slid off her shoulder and exposed more tender flesh. “The original Omegas are moving in while I’m here visiting.”

“Yeah?” She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“There’s room for one more.”

He tore his attention from her flesh and lifted his face to meet her eyes. “You want me to move in with you and live with the Omegas again?”

She nodded, eyes wide and earnest. “I’ve missed you. After the attack I was afraid. I didn’t know what to do, where I belonged, or how to stay safe.”

“So you left.” It came out harsher than he intended.

She straightened and pulled up the dress strap. If he could have taken those words back, he would have.

“Yes, I needed space.”

He chuckled at himself. The thought of living with the Omegas again caused him a little trepidation. It had gotten crowded in their slight apartment, yet he’d enjoyed their company and had some fun. Boundaries would have to be set. They wouldn’t be allowed to use his coffin as a coffee table again, and there would be a television. A big one. But he’d have his Sugar.

He wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. With a brush of his lips on hers all was forgiven. None of it mattered, adjustments could be made, his existence would continue on a happier path. He’d given much of his time to his people over the centuries, Sugar would be his reward.

She moaned after she retreated from his kiss. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

Bouncing on his lap, she hugged him and pressed against his hard-on. “I’m glad this hasn’t changed,” she whispered as she ground her ass on him. She glanced over her shoulder at the white fur rug spread in front of the hearth. “Nice rug. What kind of animal is it?”

“Polar bear.”

She glanced at him, eyebrows raised.

He shrugged. “I’m a natural predator and a competitive man.”

“A predator of predators?”

“Not so much anymore.” He couldn’t stop watching Sugar as she removed her shoes and ran her toes through the thick, pale fur of his rug.

“It’s soft.” She slid off his lap to walk to the middle of it. “I’ve missed you.” She reached back and unzipped her dress, baring her skin an inch at a time. “I want to show you how much.” The heated gaze she offered him over her shoulder melted him to the chair. The dress pooled at her feet. Naked, she dropped to her knees and crawled across the fur.

The flames in the hearth created the only light in the room. It reflected off her smooth skin, highlighting every luscious curve. She stretched her abdomen along the fur. It barely brushed her taught stomach and ripe nipples.

The blood rushed from Daedalus’s head straight to his cock, turning his erection painful with need. He’d denied himself any kind of release since they’d last been together two months ago. It took every ounce of his will power to control the urge to bury himself to the balls in her. Instead, he undid enough buttons to be able to pull his shirt over his head, then struggled out of his pants.

When he approached to stand in front of her, she came to her knees to receive him, touching the length of his legs with her hands. The gentle contact of her kisses as they traveled up his thighs made him quiver in anticipation. She knew what he needed, what he wanted. She lapped at his balls with the tip of her tongue and ran her hands over his hard ass. Torture seemed to be her game. Wanting a better view, he pushed her sunlight spun hair from her face.

Boldly she ran her tongue up his cock, like a lollipop.

He gasped and threw his head back, catching himself when he stumbled since his knees turned to jell-o. The onslaught of pleasure almost caused him to lose control. Almost. He tangled his fingers in her hair.

She gazed up at him. Her breath came in heated puffs over his tip. The hunger in her eyes matched his.

“Sugar.” Her name came out as a groan from the pit of his stomach. She would grant his earlier wish.

Her sumptuous, glossy red lips covered him. She took her time to slide all the way to his base. Dewy, moist, warm. She angled back so he could watch himself slip out while she pulled away.

A sound of ecstasy rolled off his lips before she started to suck him in and out. And in and out. An intense fast rhythm, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke.

His breath grew ragged with the pace. He twined his fingers in her curls to thrust himself with her rhythm. Passion surged through his body, and the depth of it staggered him. Control slipping, he concentrated to slake off some of this intense desire.

It wasn’t working.

“Sugar... I can’t... Oh...yes...”

She slowed the rhythm and swallowed him deep, then sucked hard as she withdrew.

He breathed in short, sharp gasps as she repeated this over and over, drawing animalistic grunts and groans from him. Unable to hold back any longer, he slid himself down her eager throat to feel her swallow his seed.

Her hands slid around his ass, clasping him there until he was spent.

He slipped out of her mouth as he came down hard on his knees, then wrapped her in his arms tight. “Sweet, sweet, Sugar,” he whispered. Laying her onto the white fur, he looked over the body of the woman who’d haunted him. Round, voluptuous breasts with their pink, ripe nipples, smooth creamy skin, and pale yellow curls damp with her dew. So many choices he couldn’t decide where to start.

“Feed on me.”

“I plan to.” The decision made for him, he spread her legs.

“Not that. Bite me.”

“Really?” A thrill of malevolent delight ran up his spine. Sex was great but with blood it became mind-blowing.

A slight tremor shook her. “I want you.”

He could smell her fear building. It would make her delicious, yet he’d learned by past mistakes fear was stronger than love. It would destroy anything between them.

“You don’t have to do this. You had me when you stepped out of the cab.” He added as much reassurance to his smile as he could.

She returned it, and the scent of fear vanished. “Be gentle, you’re my first.”

He crawled up her body in one fluid motion and stared deep into her clear green eyes. This experience was important to him. If he screwed up, she’d never let him do it again. How long could he stay with her without it?

He caught her mind like all his prey, then willed her to feel no pain, to relax and enjoy the feel of his body against hers. She wrapped him in her arms and legs, a low moan whispered in his ear. He was surprised to feel his cock responding already.

She turned her head to the side.

As he kissed down her throat, he could hear the drumming beat of her heart. It intoxicated him. He fondled her breast, teasing the nipple, eliciting a moan when she arched against him. His sharp fangs closed over her neck to pierce her tender, salty skin.

The initial spill of blood flowed down his throat. He wanted to savor it and remember this taste forever. He let it trickle out on its own, trying not to be greedy, not wanting to take too much. Later it would be harder to control this hunger.

She writhed under him and made mewing noises.

It drove him crazy. He released her breast to slide his fingers along her wet slit. Her scent drifted up to him, adding to his excitement. His fingers slid inside her to touch the silky cushion of her sex. The nub of her clit brushed his thumb and caused her to cry out. He ground it in circular motions.

She scratched his shoulders when her nails bit in his skin. “Oh... That’s...that’s good...”

His cock throbbed with fullness. He positioned himself so he could have her both ways, with his cock and his mouth. He pressed his tip to the entrance of her sex to tease her opening.

She groaned and raised her hips, inviting him in.

He clamped down firmer onto her neck as he began pressing himself into her tight, soaked pussy. The hunger drove him and grew stronger; he became a creature more of sensation than of reason. He drank deeply while pumping harder.

Her incomprehensible cries grew louder, more labored. She clawed at his back, grinding her hips with his rhythm, panting with each deep, hard stroke.

She felt wet and velvety. Her blood tasted sweet and tangy.

He pinned her down so she wouldn’t tear herself on his fangs.

She struggled.

This prey behavior excited him, but he had to be careful to not draw too much blood, not to scare her. The demon housed in his soul wanted to be released. Not this time, never again. Instead, he focused on her hot, wet opening as it convulsed around him.

She squeezed him when her climax crested. His guards out by the gate probably could hear her cries.

He pumped as deep as he could until he came inside of her, then withdrew the bite to roar his own finish.

* * * *

Sugar rested in Daedalus’s arms on the polar bear rug in front of the fire, thrilled she’d made the right decision in coming here. The move and the house didn’t solve her problems.

Daedalus did.

She loved the expression on his face when she’d walked into the study. Never had she been with any man who made her feel so beautiful, sexy, and safe. Who cared if her best friends were werewolves and her lover a vampire?