Omega Bound Chapter 115

Cyrus

The tension in this living room is thick tonight. Raven sits in the chair across the room staring at the fireplace pouting because I took the adjoining door off between the rooms when she tried to barricade it as if a dresser and nightstand would stop me from getting to her. If she continues to play this game with me, there won't be a wall separating the rooms. I will tear that bitch down with a fork if I have to.

Her beautiful red hair is a mess of curls on top of her head, and she is wearing a t-shirt of Aylas which is a crop top on her and my pajama bottoms. I should get her some clothes, but I am enjoying the view I have of her skin on display. Occasionally I catch her sneaking glances at me while I sit here lounging on the couch doing literally nothing but staring at her. That is probably pissing her off, but when she's mad, she acts out and for some reason I find that hot as hell.

"What do you want to do Fireball?" Raven side eyes me and scoffs.

"Please, don't treat me like an idiot. I know you want to climb my tree. Just put yourself out of your misery." I wag my eyebrows up and down and her scowl grows. Her eyes become little slits as her arms fold over her chest, pushing her breast up.

Great idea.

One for Cyrus.

Zero for Raven.

I would do terrible things to get my tongue on her right now. I don't think she is ready for that yet. Raven is angry sad. That comes after denial. Then it goes to sad sad. Then maybe rage sad. I don't remember all the grief stages, but I know she is in one. I need to get her out of it. If she would just let me.

"Just because you don't want to be here, doesn't mean we can't have fun. We can either find something to do, or you can answer my questions. Or hear me out, you answer my questions while we are doing something."

"I am not answering your questions while having sex with you Cyrus," she tells me like having sex with me would be gross. Please, I would rock her world.

"Who said anything about sex? Geez Fireball, I was thinking about truth or dare, but please continue thinking about doing me. I love it." Raven chucks a pillow at me across the coffee table and the girl has an arm. She isn't dainty, she's dangerous. I need to remember that, but I can't think of a good reason to care.

"Hurt me good Fireball. Bring it on." I say and without giving her a warning, I chuck a pillow at her from the couch, and it smacks her upside the head, throwing her head sideways and tossing her curls about.

"Did you...did you just hit me with a pillow?"

"Keen observation. You wanted a pillow fight; I'm going to give you one." I chuck another pillow at her. She catches this one and throws it back.

"I didn't ask for a pillow fight. I just want you to shut up."

"Oh, I can think of ways to shut me up. If my tongue was in your mouth, I couldn't talk. If my tongue was in your little pussy, I couldn't talk either." Raven stares at me in disbelief, but I can smell the arousal in the room.

So, she doesn't find me unattractive.

Good.

Thats' a start.

I was beginning to doubt my incredibly good looks, but then I realized that thought was stupid.

I get up and pretend not to notice her watching me walk out of the room. I return from my room a few moments later with a bottle of tequila and go to the fridge and grab a jar of pickles. I sit back own on the couch and motion for her to come over by throwing my head to the side.

She doesn't.

Of course, she doesn't.

I have a plan to get my little Fireball, death god to talk and it's liquor. I would also like to lick her, but I've got to play my cards right. I don't think even if she does let me touch her that I can mark her anytime soon. She's not ready for that, but she could also beg for that which would be hot.

"We're going to play truth or dare Raven, or you can let me stare at you all night. Your choice. If you don't want to answer a question, you can take a shot of tequila. Easy rules." My plan is simple. She will refuse to answer as she normally does, get drunk, then tell me anyway. Win-win. If she agrees to play that is.

"What are the pickles for?" She points to the jar of dills on the coffee table.

"It's a chaser. No need for salt or lime." I sit down four shot glasses and pour two tequilas and two pickle juice shooters.

"I will go first. You ask me anything." I suggest to her, hopefully she makes it a good one. Or a bad one so I can drink? I don't even know what I want now.

"Fine. I will play your stupid, little game so I don't have to deal with you staring at me all night." Raven says with a sigh like it is going to be exasperating work.

"Okay. Truth or dare Cyrus?" She asks while getting up and walking to the couch to sit next to me.

Cyrus two,

Raven Zero.

"Truth."

"Wow. I really thought you would pick dare. Okay fine. How old are you?"

"Pfffffttt...wow. Investigative journalist we have here. You couldn't ask me something better? I am 29." She nods, and it is now my turn. I can see her wheels turning. Probably thinking she will just drink all the questions away. Yes, please do. If I could evil villain laugh, I would do it now.

"Truth or dare Fireball?" I ask and she immediately chooses truth. Even if she starts picking dares, I will make them so wild she will start choosing truth.

I have to.

Answers win out over orgasms tonight. In a perfect world I could have both, but I've got priorities right now.

"What pack are you from." Should be a simple question, but she takes the tequila shot down in one gulp and looks at me straight faced. She doesn't even pick up the pickle juice shooter.

"Oh....oh Fireball. The things you do to me." I say shaking my head and showing off my dimples. I've heard rumors of their power. I will be needing their help tonight.

"Truth or dare Cyrus?"

"Dare Fireball. Make it good." Raven sits up straighter, crossing her legs under her and staring off into the corner while holding her chin, thinking.

Glad she is getting more comfortable.

"Ok. I dare you to call your Alpha and tell him you want his job." She looks proud of herself.