The Omega Fire (Book Three of the Omega Game Series)

Chapter 20

Nira

Somewhere at the Aracious Sea

Present Day

    “Aros put me down immediately!” I said irritatedly and the mortifying Alpha walked inside his room, placing me on top of his bed. I wasn’t exactly referring to the bed as a designated place when I demanded to be put down but beggars couldn’t be choosers and all that. I took a moment to inspect Aros’s quarters.

    His room was bigger than mine, a fact that managed to get me angrier than his brutal manhandling. And his bed was a lot bigger than mine too. I believed it had been built for an Alpha but it was still small for Aros. There wasn’t much around the room. Clothes scattered here and there, another pair of boots stationed by the door and in his closet...Gods! Were those aquamarines? And those green stones were emeralds? 

    I grinded my teeth and with some effort I was able to get up and walk a couple of steps to his closet. In wonder I touched the collection of gemstones and smiled when a stupidly big diamond reflected the light from the candles that Aros was lazily turning on with a snap of his fingers. There had to be at least four different types of gemstones there. Diamonds, aquamarines, emeralds and...rubies? I caressed a boulder sized ruby with the tip of my index finger while Aros moved around his room. He was never still, an attribute of his that I shared unfortunately.

    “You have been busy,” I said, waving a hand to the collection of gemstones he had started. Aros moved closer, pausing right at my back. The heat from his body seemed to lick my naked back and anxious I started playing with the tip of my curly hair. 

    “Not busy enough,” said Aros in my ear and at the touch of his breath on my skin I shuddered in pleasure. Goosebumps covered my arms while I felt his scent growing decadently heavy inside of the enclosed space. My n*****s- those traitorous little things- peaked wantonly at his nearness and Aros groaned, tucking his chin lower to see my breasts better. 

    We weren’t touching but we might as well been rubbing against each other for how intimately lascivious our nearness felt. I cleared my throat and shuffled my weight from foot to foot. My ass bumped against his body by accident. Flummoxed I realized Aros had stilled me by covering the soft swell of my ass with one of his hands. It felt nice to be touched there and honestly, there was something welcoming about the possessiveness of Aros’s hot grip. Of course I preferred to die before admitting such a thing.

    “I believe you have no right to touch me, Mongrel,” I said to him with a cold look I perfected by looking angrily at those obnoxious green peas that my mother tried to feed me  when I was a little girl. But inside...inside I was already burning. My core was starting to clench hungrily and gush in response to his touch.

    “I’m the only one that gets to touch, Squirrel,” he answered right away, caressing my neck with his nose while he scented me. I could feel him sniffing my skin like an angry wolf at my back. The hand over my ass started gripping it harder while his other hand pushed my hair to the side, so he could smell the back of my neck. That massive body of his started trembling. Trembling. 

      I’ve seen Aros duel Alphas twice older than him and always come out victorious. I’ve seen him fight a dragon, carry me easily to the top of a mountain and make blue fire that had turned coals into diamonds. And there he was, trembling while he scented me as if only my smell could get him crazy. I gently looked up and stared at him from under my eyelashes. When his blue eyes found me watching him his handsome face darkened. He rested his forehead over the top of my head and closed his eyes, inhaling me as if I was a drug and he couldn’t get enough.

    “Wait. We need to talk, Aros,” I whispered and to my surprise my voice sounded sweet and beckoning, as if I was one of those out of breath Betas that were always trying to get the attention of powerful Alphas. 

    “After,” he said angrily at me, using a hand to gently move the thin strap of my stola down my shoulder. The thin garment slowly fell, almost seductively slowly and to my shock Aros yelped like a hurt beast, zeroing his blue eyes on the naked breast he had released. I moved fast and pushed the strap back to cover myself which Aros didn’t like, not one bit. He growled at me but I ignored the blatant threat and turned around, facing him.

    “We talk, now,” I fought back, my eyes blazing in anger at his sense of entitlement. Did he really think he could just f**k me into submission? And did he really think he could treat me as if I was another weak Omega that would open her legs and...?

    “After…”he growled at me so low and so profoundly that I gasped, backing away and hitting the wall hard with my back. His eyes were inky black and in trepidation I realized I was now facing his Alpha Instinct. To my horror my p***y started foaming in delight for it’s Alpha. My n*****s turned even tighter and my heart went crazy, beating fast and erratically. Aros snarled, showing me his fangs and in response my p***y clenched and started drooling hungrily for him. I couldn’t understand why I was behaving like this! I hated Aros! I hated him damn it!

    Aros moved fast then. He embraced my waist with his hands and pushed me up, up and higher until I was at his eye level. I whimpered while our eyes met and we both regarded each other with twin looks of desire. There I was, panting like a scared little animal that had been caught by the bigger, meaner and hungrier beast. And I was scared. I was terrified of what I was feeling and I was even more horrorized of the fact I wanted more. More of him. More of his smell of Alpha. More of his strength. More of his power. More of his hunger.

      Before I could stop myself and think too hard on how much I was screwing myself over I ran my fingers through his hair and against all the alarm bells ringing in my head I kissed him. I kissed him hard, as if my life depended on that one kiss and I would be dead on my next breath. And Aros being the brute that he was, kissed me even harder, owning me completely and irrevocably forever. And damn...he could kiss. He conquered my lips and deepened his stroke until I could only follow the fatalistic rhythm of his tongue. If kisses could talk that kiss was saying you are so f****d Valnira Silvain...

    His calloused hand pushed down the straps of my stola and with a growl he lowered his head, kissing and nipping his way down my neck until he captured my breasts in his mouth and licked the pointed tips. I moaned and then screamed in surprise when he bit one of my n*****s, while gently caressing my other one with the palms of his hand. I forgot how to kiss. The flush of sensations was too consuming, too hot, too authoritarian. And then his mouth lowered and licked my skin all the way down to my mound, where his lips connected with my lower lips and bit on the hooded nub of my c**t. With a breathless moan I hugged his head and closed my eyes, getting lost in the intense pleasure building and raising in my clenching p***y.

    “Aros...Aros please…” I moaned incoherently while panting, my heart beating so hard that I could hear the beat in my ears over the blinding, white hot pleasure starting to dawn from my inner channel. His lips closed tighter over the ring of pleasure that was pulsing in need for him and then I was coming, screaming his name with an urgence that made my voice higher and beckoning. To my embarrassment I started gushing my thick slick and my slit started hurting emptily. I could hear the gentle drip of my slick hitting the floor, my scent one of overbearing readiness that seemed to bloom for Aros’s pleasure. I was more than ready for him and the smirk on his face made that fact blatantly obvious. 

      To my surprise Aros didn’t use the opportunity to embarrass me for my readiness. All the contrary. He seemed...happy. I knew Aros and I’ve learned to read him through the years. That smile he was giving me was one of genuine happiness. I had only one moment to raise my eyebrows in surprise before he kissed my bare p***y with his lips and then gently caressed my wet folds with his fingers, probing and handling me with an expertise that made me frown while I looked at his hands. He knew what he was doing. He was an expert at it. 

    “Relax Nira,” he growled at me, the sound reverberating in his wide chest while one long finger entered me, making my back tense and arch in pure pleasure. I forgot all the reasons why I should be concerned and opened my legs wider for him, which gained me a pleased growl from the obstinate Alpha, “More. Give me more little Omega.”

       His hands worked me until I was panting and trembling in his arms.

    “I can’t take it…” my moans turned into gasps when my legs started tensing while a world stopping orgasm exploded inside of me. 

    “You can, you f*****g can,” he growled between licks, speaking to my core. The mix of his mouth and hands working me so perfectly together was beyond anything I could’ve imagined. Black spots marred my vision while I came, screaming silent moans that were muffled by his hair, while I clinged to his head in the middle of my climax. I had enough energy in me to breath and gain control over my faculties before he was once again on the move, taking me to his bed. 

    By the Gods! Aros had been born to f**k me. Everything he did, from the way he handled me, to how he touched me spoke volumes of his expertise in the arts of lovemaking. And what was even worse, he had used the time we spent together during my Heat to get to know my body intimately, to the point he had memorized every single piece of my anatomy that could get him to own me a little bit more.

    By the time Aros placed me over his bed and engulfed me with his powerful body I was completely his. Those blue eyes found me and deprived me of every single layer of shame and reserves I had. When Aros growled showing me his fangs I obediently opened my legs for him. I  smiled for my Alpha when he entered me at once, filling me at the brisk and circling his hips in the most torturous way until I could feel all of him inside of me.

    When he growled again I lowered my eyes for him and presented him my breasts so he could have all of me, however he wanted, as much as he desired, for however long he needed me. And in response Aros pushed my neck up and bit me hard, leaving his mark for everyone to see.

    I was his and for the first time in my life I was totally free.