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She shot back and he caught her, hands wrapped and pulled until they were close. Closer than Euodia and Helios. So close that his crotch was pressed flushed against hers and his lips were moments away from touching her skin. Her breasts were on his chest, and his eyes were on hers. His piercings were cold against her, and they made her nipples pebble against his flesh.

Connected, their hearts beat as one and they both began to grow feverish with lust.

One horrified gasp was all it took for her to lose all sense of rationality.

And his smell, so drenched in want it filled her with a trembling lust that overtook her mind. Caramel, oozing, melting gooey caramel with a gentle salt that only made it sweeter. The salt of his arousal, the salt of his skin, the salt of his pain, his blood. She gulped it down like a man possessed, inhaled him until all she heard was his laughter echoing in the cave.

His eyes were dissolving into the glowing silver and gold of something more than just happiness. She could feel him dripping on her, his slick drenching against her legs, and her own so laced with pheromones and so hot it slathered and oozed from between her thighs. And he loved that, she could see it in his eyes. How much he loved the scent of her Alpha—

Beta, she was a Beta.

She thumped her wrist on his chest, and whined, unfiltered and raw it escaped her lips.

"You'll regret this, Helios, you will regret this forever."

But he didn't answer, hips already moving, tongue already laving over her scent gland, coating her with him. His mouth was sweeping over her skin, and she shivered, hips bucking up to meet his. And he took it all rubbing his covered cock against her cunt. She felt it throb under her skin, her pleasure building in her belly.

"You don't want me to do this. Us to do this."

An irritated growl erupted from him, just as her body twisted and burned with emptiness, and she realised quickly that he wasn't the one facing the predator. She was. And despite his presentation as a submissive being, she had been the one to change him into this. Into someone that took, and took, and took and didn't care if he took too much for her to give.

He was as greedy and as crazy as Euodia was.

His fluid and hers the scent of everything saturated the air in the cave. In the bubble of heat between the storm and the walls of the cave. All she could smell was his sweetness mixed with the musk of her. It was different. Nothing like what Euodia was used to, and her new scent ripened like a fruit dripping full and fat with juice.

It tasted like silk on her tongue—the taste of peach.

"Come on Helios, wake up," she groaned, the sound was amid a groan and a whine, dragging her nails over his skin. "I know you're in there. I know you recognise me, I'd rather you don't but I know you do."

And he moved from her throat to look at her, lips puffy from the kisses. She felt then the jump of the head of his swollen cock against her, rubbing as he gyrated his hips soaking her in his pre-cum. The head of his penis was already freed from his jeans, and she could feel him burning on her lower belly. Her body quaked needing him, wanting him and she grew slippery with her billowing pleasure, her clit throbbing to the beat of a drum.

God, she wanted him. The desire only grew.

"Helios, you hate me—"

"Stop fucking talking, stop trying to leave," he hissed, teeth barred, a cobra ready to strike, and now he towered over her, arms locking her in its cage, between his legs a boiling hot rod of steel that prodded at her skin. "Can't you smell how wet you are? How wet I am?"

His eyes narrowed into slits, venomous as he growled. The tension between them was only building.

"I'm going to fuck you; I'm going to eat. I haven't eaten for days, and I don't care, don't give a fuck whether you're concerned over hierarchy and places, and where I'm supposed to be. Because fuck the Alpha Omega dynamics, fuck displaying my ass up for you. I'm not going to bend over and beg. All I care about is my food, my meal. You."

He'd changed, his temperament, his way of living—gone.

He pulled her hips up to meet his as he propped her knees against thick, muscular thighs, a groan whistling through his lips as he tugged free his cock—revealing the rosy pink yet veiny meat. It glistened, dripping with pre-cum and she watched, exhilarated and yet afraid of its chubby thickness swelling further with his Heat.

"I searched for you. I searched and I flew so far and so high it hurt, and I burned. But I found you first. I found you before them," he smiled so hard his eyes were crescent moons. He threw back his head and let out a bark of laughter, finally crazed, then hummed when he looked back at her. He softened, from the hard angry warrior into the soft vulnerability of a wanton man begging for more. "You're mine, so say it."

He pursed his lips, stared at her, mind gone from the sexual frustration and yet there was control, so much exquisite control despite the hunger, the madness, the sexual frustration. He waited for her answer and that was what made him good. That was what made him better. So much better than Euodia was, and even though Quinn knew she had to say no to this mad Omega. There was no way she could say that, not when he was presenting himself like this to her, a gift from the heavens.

Her first taste of love.

"Fine, don't blame me when you're done. And you'll give me ten minutes to run." She exhaled, her hands already moving. She was right, his body was dense, all muscle and sex. Zero fat, he could kill her with his bare hands.

"Ten minutes," he parroted, groan rumbling through his chest, dick twitching as she caressed his back. "Fuck yes." The slits revealed in his eyes briefly, then vanished into circles. "Ten minutes for my little pussy to run." He only leaned closer, lips grazing her own as he spoke. "But you won't want to, once you've had a taste of me."

Fuck.

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