Rejected Omega: Claimed By Her Ex's Uncle

Until I Claim Every Part

Reina's POV

I didn’t understand why I was responding, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. I had never experienced a kiss like this, it wasn't just a touch; it was an invitation to delve deeper.

Every time his lips nibbled at mine, a strange, electric heat surged through me. Even my wolf, who had been mourning in the shadows of my mind, began to stir, whimpering with a sudden, unexpected spark of pleasure.

Panicked by the intensity of the sensation, I pressed my palms against his broad chest and pushed back, creating a tiny space between us.

My lips felt swollen and sensitized, and my unsteady breath hitched in my throat.

"Do you hate it?" Damon asked. His voice was a dangerously low, and his eyes burned with a hunger so raw it felt like he wanted to swallow me whole.

"No." I shook my head slowly, unable to look away from the fire in his gaze.

"I don't want to force anything on you. Since you're finished eating, you can sleep on the bed. I'll sleep on the couch," Damon told me, turning his back to me.

In that moment, a desperate impulse took hold of me. As he started to pull away, I reached out and caught his hand, my fingers trembling against his skin.

"Can we kiss once again?" I asked, rising slowly to my feet.

I was desperate to drown out the echoes of the evening, the stinging memory of Zayne’s betrayal, and the hollow ache of rejection. I needed to feel something else, something that burned hotter than my grief. It wasn’t wrong; he was my husband, and I was tired of being lonely.

Damon turned fully toward me, his thumb tracing the curve of my bottom lip, a silent warning in his touch. "Are you sure, Reina? Because if I start again, I won't stop at a kiss. I’ll want everything. I’ll touch every inch of you; I’ll kiss every part of you until you’re mine in every way. I know your heart isn't mine yet, but mine has belonged to you until my last breath. If you kiss me now, the restraint I’ve fought to keep will snap."

I heard the unspoken promise in his voice, the raw hunger of a wolf who had finally found his prize. I knew exactly what I was inviting, and for the first time in my life, I chose what I wanted instead of what was forced upon me.

I reached up, cupping his strong jaw in my hands. Pulling him down as I rose on tiptoe, I pressed my lips to his, shattering the last of his control.

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Damon's POV

The moment her lips pressed against mine, the thin thread of my control snapped. I surged forward, lifting her in one swift motion; she let out a soft gasp as her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. I claimed her mouth with a burning hunger, a decade of searching and longing pouring into a single, desperate kiss.

Her fingers dug into the muscles of my back, anchoring her to me as I carried her toward the king-sized bed. We collapsed onto the mattress, the scent of crushed roses rising around us like incense.

I nipped at her bottom lip, a silent command for her to open for me, while my hands began a feverish exploration of her curves. The room, once cold and silent, was now filled with the melodic friction of her shallow breaths and soft, tentative moans.

When her lips finally parted, I deepened the kiss, tasting the lingering sweetness of the dessert, a flavor that was quickly becoming my new addiction.

"Hngh..."

The sound broke from the back of her throat as my hand slid upward, cupping the soft weight of her breast through the thin fabric of the nightdress. The modest dress I had fought so hard to find suddenly felt like an unbearable barrier. I wanted to tear it away, to see every inch of my mate, but I forced my beast to stop. I needed her to want this as much as I did.

I gave us a fleeting moment to breathe, but my hands were already moving, fueled by an urgency I could no longer suppress. I worked the knots of her dress free, the fabric finally giving way to reveal the pale, silken skin beneath.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, my lips tracing a path of heated, branding kisses down to the delicate curve of her collarbone.

"f**k! Your scent, mate," I growled against her skin

The aroma of honey and roses was overwhelming now. My vision blurred as my eyes bled into a deep, predatory crimson, my wolf roaring in triumph. As the dress slid lower and my palms finally met the warmth of her bare skin, a jolt of electricity surged through me. She was soft, fragile, and perfect, and for the first time in twelve years, the void in my soul felt like it was finally being filled.

I leaned down, peppering heated kisses across the valley of her breasts while my hands slid lower, firmly caressing the soft skin of her thighs. The friction of her skin against mine was driving me to the brink of insanity.

"Ahh, Damon!" Her voice, sweet but strained, cut through the haze of my desire.

"What happened?" I asked, breathing heavily as I lifted my head to meet her gaze.

"Your fingers... You're pressing too hard," she whispered, her brow furrowed in discomfort.

I immediately softened my grip, a surge of guilt tempering my hunger. "I’m sorry, Reina," I murmured, lowering my head again to plant a gentle, apologetic kiss on her inner thigh to soothe the sting.

"Can we stop?"

The words were quiet but definitive. Before I could respond, Reina pulled away and shut her legs, turning her gaze toward the ceiling.

I moved up so that my face hovered above her. "You forgot what I said before I allowed you to kiss me, mate. I clearly said I would not stop until I claim every part of you."