by V T Bonds
Tears of relief, ecstasy, and joy.
His rope on my arms rubs along my sensitized skin, prolonging my orgasm, and his knot balloons inside me.
My mouth opens on a silent scream, and I soar. His soul joins mine in the clouds, completing the moment.
We are one. Perfect.
Lifemates.
Always.
Epilogue
Dirk
The frustrated aggression permeating the air seeps into my cells, and it takes effort to stay still. We stare at each other, waiting to see who will break first. Seeck flips his knife in the air and catches it, his rhythm full of angst. Vander leans back in his seat, one elbow over the back, with his legs spread wide, looking bored even as agitation rolls off him. Jumoke’s smirk seems strained, but he keeps looking between the rest of us as though he’s amused.
Each inhale brings me the scent of elevated Alpha pheromones, and with no females nearby my skin prickles with anger.
This is dangerous.
The tightness in my spine signals my impending rut, and now the adrenaline has worn off, I feel how close it is.
The rescued omegas had been simmering time bombs, and exposure to Alpha pheromones had detonated them. We’d left as soon as we could.
Guilt at leaving so much responsibility at Nova’s feet gnaws at me—she shouldn’t have to deal with such stress. I deserve part of the blame for the shit show we’re in.
The link in my chest thrums a discordant note, and despair threatens to well up. I push the emotion away, refusing to allow my own negativity to hinder my lifemate. My little omega needs all the support I can offer, but my control is slipping.
Condensing my focus, I encompass our connection with my massive hands, treating the fragile link with exquisite care. She’s growing strong enough to recognize my absences. I send the biggest wave of comfort I can to her, sneaking in a tiny bite of warning.
I can’t infect her.
She calms in reaction to my comfort, and I stroke the thin cord, infusing as much love into my lifemate as my heart can send. I imagine I hear a sigh of delight, and she settles further. Once she calms to tranquility, I pull back, sending her an extra portion of hope as I go.
Heat builds in my lower back, and my skull throbs in discomfort. My cock thickens in my pants, and I grit my teeth.
I shut the link, encapsulating it away from what I’m about to endure, holding it in stasis so she’s not affected by my misery.
Surging up from my chair, I meet Vander’s gaze. His large pupils reflect understanding even as his eyebrows lift in question.
I nod and turn to stalk to my bunk.
My Rut has begun.
This will be the first time I’ve ever suffered through an entire cycle without a female.
Even with the link locked safely away, I hold her presence close, using her feminine aura as my support.
She’ll be my beacon in the darkness, whether she knows it or not.
I want to roar in anger and frustration, but instead I plop down on my bunk and roll to face the wall. As lust grips me, I sneer at myself.
My Alpha instincts take over, but I keep her in my thoughts, picturing us together as we satisfy each other in every way.
Agony. Need. Lust. Longing.
I’ll find my Omega, whatever it takes.
Coming soon: Unbalanced Omega (Alpha Elite Series Book 3)
Keep up with V.T. Bonds
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Sneaking In: Skylar’s Story Part 1
Breaking In: Skylar’s Story Part 2
Staying In: Skylar’s Story Part 3
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Unknown Omega
Unnatural Omega
Unbalanced Omega
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