The Omega Eclipse (Book Two of the Omega Game Series)

Chapter 9

Katala

    I woke up at the comforting sound of a purr. I’ve never heard a purr like that. It was everything I needed wrapped in soft vibrations that made me feel protected, warm and loved. All at once. My father’s purr lacked the deep undertones and lowered echo that made my stomach flutter in nervousness. Who was purring like that? I needed to know.  I opened my eyes and felt my mouth fall open. I squeezed my eyes shut right away, tried to calm my erratic heartbeat and then I opened one eye to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Yes, it had to be him, the one who was purring for me. 

    Short black hair scattered over a pillow, pale, white skin, a strong jawline and a straight nose with a brawny bridge that conveyed pride, defiance and power. I bit my lower lip while I watched Noctis sleep. He was pretty in a dark way. Maybe because he looked paler than the rest of his siblings, or because the darkness of his eyes and hair perfectly matched the marble quality of his severeness. One thing was clear. He looked dangerous. I could see the tip of one his fangs curling over his lower lip and curious I moved closer. I’ve never seen an Alpha with long fangs like him. They seemed predatory to me, like those of a large beast like the Dogar. 

    With a trembling hand I moved closer and closer to him. Noctis’s black eyelashes created shadows over his high cheekbones and mesmerized by his perfection I touched his face. His skin felt like fire, burning and zapping in waves of power into my own skin. I gasped at the sensation and at the sound Noctis opened his eyes. He seemed to pale, his eyes widening when he saw my hand cupping the side of his face. Noctis took my arm fast and pushed my fingers away with a terrible expression of rage marking his face.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked alarmed and Noctis’s eyes hardened with a dark fire illuminating them from within. He looked ready to commit murder. I started trembling in fear of what he might do at the same time he looked back at my offending hand, the same hand that had touched him. His eyebrows lowered and his expression changed into one of surprise. I chewed on my lower lip afraid to ask again, but I needed to know what I’ve done wrong, “Noctis?”

    “You touched me,” he murmured, his voice even deeper and huskier after just waking up. I felt a shiver of pleasure running down my spine at the sound of his voice. I’ve never known that only the sound of a voice could make a person feel pleasure. But it did. I could hear Noctis’s voice over and over and feel its touch in my ears like a caress.  His black eyes were still eyeing my offending hand with curiosity. I looked from my normal looking hand to Noctis and back again. What was so weird about touching him?

    “Yes, I did,” I said slowly, not knowing what was the big issue about touching him.

    “Do it again,” he ordered me at once. I felt my eyebrows rise in surprise at his command. He had never touched me or let me touch him before. Why was he letting me now? Slowly I moved my hand back to his face and was about to touch his jawline when he growled and looked intensely at me, “ be slow. Just in case.”

    A muscle in his jaw twitched while we both looked at each other. We were still lying over the furs and the rest of the camp sounded distant, quiet. It almost felt as if we were alone in the world and there was something new, dangerous and enticing forming between us. There was cold and heat battling inside of my body. I was nervous and still I wanted this, wanted whatever this was with an intensity that was scary. Chewing my lower lip I softly touched his jaw and caressed the tip of my fingers across his strong jawline. Noctis’s eyes closed at the feeling of our skin touching. His mouth opened slightly and I was rewarded with the sight of his long fangs piercing his lower lip. 

    Slowly I moved my hand up and traced the contour of his lips. They had always looked so angry and harsh, but they felt so soft to my touch. It was incredible to feel so many sensations just through one simple caress. I couldn’t begin to name everything I was experiencing. Hunger for him. Need. Curiosity. Fear. Want. Desire. And something else, the name of the sensation was still elusive. I couldn’t name what I was feeling but it was the strongest sensation of them all. It made me feel hollow, empty, hot and in need. My breathing quickened while I touched his lips, his nose, the arch of his thick eyebrows and his forehead.

    His nostrils flared and I saw his chest expand while he sniffed the air. A growl escaped from his lips and in a blink of my eyes he had trapped me under him, positioning his body over my smaller one in a protective stance and holding himself with his strong arms. He was also breathing hard, both of us panting while our eyes moved back and forward. For a moment I thought I saw black shadows moving behind his back, like dark wings that covered us in shade and then his lips were on mine, kissing me so hard that his fangs pierced my skin.

    The taste of him in my mouth was dark and heavy, like that of wine or decadent ambrosia. His taste twisted and transformed into the spicier flavor of my blood mixed in our tongues. To my surprise his strong body started trembling while our kiss deepened and my hands touched the wide esplanade of his back. With a growl of irritation Noctis pushed his shirt over his head and threw it away, forcing us to stop our kiss. I breathed desperately and panting looked down to his incredibly masculine body.

    By the Gods...he was covered in muscles. There were muscles over muscles and the lines that marked his abs seemed so hard that it made him look like a marble statue. With a trembling hand I touched his strong chest and moaned in pleasure. He was so hard! Hungrier for more I placed my other hand lower and with my nails scratched the strong surface of his abs. Noctis growled like a cornered animal, the sound as deep as hurting. I felt him move his lower body against the furs while his face darkened with a need I couldn’t understand.

    “Noctis what’s wrong?” I asked him worriedly, pushing my hand lower on his stomach to see what was happening to him. He snarled at me, taking my wandering hand in his strong fingers and pushing it over my head. He humped strangely against the furs and then he threw his head back, making a deep sound in his throat that made me feel strange pulsations in the deepest parts of my body. For a moment neither of us moved and then for my utter surprise he laughed. I couldn’t remember if I ever heard him laughing. I scowled at him when Noctis lowered his face and looked at me in amazement. 

    “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for you?” he asked me with a low voice that strangely sounded spectral. I shook my head, not understanding. Then I caressed his tight stomach and Noctis snarled, “you are going to make me lose my head, little one.”

    “What just happened? Why did you look in pain? Was it something I did?” I asked, still worried and Noctis smirked, shaking his head at me.

    “You have no idea what you have done, don’t you?” he asked me with half a smile, caressing my cheeks with his gloved hand. I frowned at his gloves and then looked back at his black eyes. I wanted to keep touching him. I wanted to see what would happen if I kept lowering my hand down his pants. Would he look so utterly broken again? And why? More importantly I wanted him to touch me back. Without gloves. I wanted to see if I could also experience what he had.

    “Would you touch me without your gloves on?” I asked him and the smile in his lips died. He frowned at his hand, as if had just remembered something and then stared back at me, watching me hungrily.

    “If we try this, you need to be good and follow my orders,” he warned me and the strict tone of his voice opened a strange flow of warmth between my legs. I swallowed nervously when Noctis sniffed the air and a growl emerged like a curse from the bottom of his chest.

    “I will do as you say.”  

    “Then wait for me a moment. Touching you with my bare hands could push me to the edge,” he rested his forehead against mine and took a long whiff from my scent, “your scent is mouthwatering. I want to devour you Katala. I want to lick you and swallow you down my throat.”

    “Why do I feel wet Noctis?” I asked, trembling in fear of all the things he wanted to do to me. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathed through his mouth and started humping the covers again. My trembling intensified, “and why are you moving like that?”

    “You feel wet because that’s the normal way any woman feels when she likes her man. It’s fine if you feel that way Katala, but only with me,” he growled that last part and then his hips started pushing faster against the covers, “and I’m moving like this because I’m losing my damn mind and can’t seem to stop doing it.”

    “Does it hurt?” he shook his head once.

    “It hurts but in a good way,” he trembled and once again I felt him tense and shake, his muscles tensing and making him look like the statue of an ancestral God. His black eyes found me then and with a growl he kissed me again, biting my lips hungrily and sucking my blood until I was squirming and moaning too, hungry but not knowing for what. 

    “I’m hurting too Noctis,” I whimpered and Noctis seemed to howl in pain, his hands were squeezing the furs at the side of my head so hard that the strands broke and turned into dust. I tried to move my hips and relieve myself from the hot itching inside of me. And the smell of him...Gods, he smelt like heat, warmth and the promise of relieving myself from all this pain and need. My moan deepened, “Noctis... I... need you.”

    At my words his eyes turned entirely black. His tremors turned stronger, as if he was fighting to not move in a certain way. I heard a whistle outside, followed by another more insistent one. Noctis growled, the sound threatening enough to make me whimper and hide myself under the furs. His hands darkened and elongated like claws, making me tremble in fear.

    Right then Aros jumped inside the tent. Followed by Kun. I could have died of embarrassment at having them walk on us. But both boys kept their eyes up to not look at me. They worked fast, pushing Noctis back and removing him from me. Noctis growled back, positioning himself between me and his brothers. He seemed several inches taller and there were strange ominous shadows curling at his back. Noctis growled with threatening rage and Aros sighed, shaking his head at Kun.

    “This is going to hurt,” he said over his shoulder and Kun groaned, scratching the back of his neck and eyeing Noctis with dread.

    “You think?”

    “At three?” asked back Aros and Kun nodded. Both brothers started circling Noctis carefully, trying to not look at me, to not step in my direction, to not even turn to me. Then Aros started the countdown, “One...two and...three!”

    Kun roared, taking in his hand the shirt Noctis had dropped over the floor and jumping he pushed Noctis down, touching him through the shirt. Aros moved then covering both brothers with the cape he had been wearing on his way in. They all moved through growls, snarls, howls and the sound of punches hitting flesh and bone. All through it all, Aros and Kun managed to take Noctis out of the tent and when they finally walked away Aros had time to push his head back inside and smile at me.

    “Lovely morning, right?” he nodded once and winced when Noctis’s growl made the rocks under the mountain shake. He smiled again and waved a hand at me, “don’t worry, we got this under control. Try to rest before we leave for the day. Bye Katala!”

    And just like that I was left alone inside Noctis’s tent trying to understand what had just happened.