Omega Bound Chapter 284

Cyrus

The blood was already drying stiff on my skin when we staggered into the hotel shower. Didn’t matter that most of it wasn’t mine. Blood was blood. It clung, and every story on Raven’s skin tonight was one I should’ve written with her, not after the fact.

She laughed as she peeled off her ruined shirt, like getting snatched in the middle of a fight and clawing her way back was a joke. To her, maybe it was. To me? It was a problem.

I got why she did it. I always get her. Raven’s built like me. Our instincts don’t bend, they bite. She smelled opportunity and went after it. She wanted blood, and she didn’t want to wait for me to catch up. I loved her for it. I wanted to strangle her for it. That’s the balance of us.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, grinning over her shoulder as water poured down her back. “I handled it.”

Handled it. My jaw ticked. My mate thinks ‘getting abducted’ and ‘handled it’ belong in the same sentence.

I stepped in behind her, crowding her under the spray. My hands went to her hips automatically, grounding myself with the heat of her body under the sting of cold water. “You handled it,” I echoed, my voice flat enough to make her smirk widen. “You don’t get credit for surviving stupidity, Fireball.”

She tipped her head back, water running over her face, and laughed. “Stupidity? I took down a room full of them before they even knew what hit them. It isn’t my fault you got a late start.” I bared my teeth. She liked to provoke. And me? I liked being provoked.

Her eyes lit up. Fates, she loved this. “Oh, so you were worried.”

Worried. Cute word for the black hole that tried to eat me alive when I realized she was gone.

I backed her against the tile, not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to remind her who had her. “Don’t mistake me, Raven. I’m not angry you fought. I’m angry you fought without me.”

Her grin faltered for a half-breath, then came back sharper. “What are you gonna do about it, daddy?”

Heat coiled in my gut. She knew exactly what she was baiting.

My hand closed around her throat before I even thought about it, the way instinct slams through you in a fight. I hauled her in, chest to chest, so close I could taste her breath before my mouth even hit hers. The kiss was all teeth and fury, my lips crushing hers like I could pour every ounce of anger and need straight into her veins. I kissed her like she was the drug I needed.

Because she was.

She laughed. Of course she did, wicked little lunatic. I bit her bottom lip until the sound broke into a gasp and lapped at her blood. Desperate, angry, perfect. She was mine, and this kiss was proof I’d carve into her over and over until she stopped forgetting it.

It hit me...the part no one else ever saw. When she’d gone off without me, it wasn’t just reckless, it was gone. My chest twisted with that old, ugly emptiness, the kind that never really healed, no matter how much blood I spilled over it.

Raven wasn’t just my mate, she was the one person I couldn’t survive losing, and maybe that was why I needed to remind her that she wasn’t allowed to leave me.

I shut the water off and wrap her sopping red curls around my fist, ringing them out. I yanked the curtain aside, and before she could blink, I grabbed her wrist, tugged her toward the bedroom, and she stumbled into me, catching herself against my chest. She tried to twist, to tease, but I held her close, nose brushing her hairline, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t even think about escaping,” I growled.

My hands roamed, memorizing, claiming, and every step was a reminder that she was mine and I wasn’t letting her go. Sure, she could use her speed....do something about it, but she doesn’t want to, and she knows better.

Just as quickly as I tugged her into me, I had her over my lap. Her ass was presented in the air. “Damn....” I groan, my hands kneading this juicy ass. “Damn it, Raven,” I growled, voice low and rough.

“Oh....I’m so scared....please....no....don’t....” Raven wiggled her water-slicked ass in the air, taunting me.

“This is punishment....you don’t get to wiggle your ass and laugh,” I growled as I continued squeezing her backside, trying to fight the urge to start gnawing on it.

“Remind me who I belong to.” My ass chewing fantasies went out the window....for now. I growled, letting my hand land hard across her ass. The sharp smack echoed through the room, and I grinned at the gasp that followed.

Her body jerked, shivering under each strike, water dripping down her pebbled skin. Her arousal thick in the air. “I handled it, I fought and won,” she murmured, voice sultry. I growled, leaning in, teeth grazing her shoulder.

“Handled it? Oh, Fireball… I love your strength. I respect it, and I am proud you developed your gift, but I’m the one who keeps you alive. You think you get to fight alone? Not when you belong to me.” I deliver another blow to her backside that now has my handprints on it.

She leaned forward more over my lap, pressing her ass harder into my hand, daring me, and I felt my restraint falter. “You’re going to make this impossible for me.”

She laughed, eyes glinting, and I growled, “Yes. Yes, I am. And I don’t care.

“Mine,” I rasped, low, dangerous. “All of it. Mine.”

A breathy “Yes!” slipped from her lips with the kind of reckless joy only she could make as I lost my control, picking her up, spinning her.

I pushed her back on the bed and was on her before she could even open her eyes, pressing her down, one hand gripping her hip, the other pulling her closer until she couldn’t twist or escape. I drive myself into her. Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, tugging, pulling, testing me, and I growled low. “Trying to escape, Raven?” I let the next thrust drive her into the mattress. “You know that’s not allowed.”

She pulls me in as her head falls back and mine forward. “Tell me again,” I thrust back into her with force that left her words scattered, “whose you are?”

“Y-yes… yours…” she gasped, voice broken, trembling.

Raven’s back arches as I relentlessly pound into her. Her body demands that I take it hard, control every moment so she can submit, relax, and give into what she is feeling...taking what she needs. The headboard rams into the thin hotel walls, the sound echoing around the room.

I grinned against her neck, letting the rhythm of my movements drive her further, claiming her with every stroke. “You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, voice rough, “Being reminded who owns you?” Every movement was deliberate, possessive, and feral. I could feel her trembling under me, a trembling mess as she climbs closer to the relief she needs.

Her body jerked with each stroke, shivers wracking her sides, and she managed a broken gasp: “C-Cyrus… ...I....oh…” I grinned darkly, fang grazing her shoulder.

“You can barely speak,” I murmured, between motions, teasing her. Then I drove into her again, faster, harder, letting the rhythm take over while my hands gripped her hips, holding her steady. “Fuck...so good…” I moan, rolling my hips now in rhythm with hers.

“You love it, don’t you? Feeling owned like this.” My hips snap faster again, changing my angle as Raven's nails dig into the sheets, her legs shaking uncontrollably around me. “I… can’t… I’m… oh…”

“Fucking give it to me, Fireball....” I slam home into her as she cries out. “Ahhh...can’t… fuck…” I drive up into her, my hips snapping frantically as I finish deep inside her, holding her neck, applying the right amount of pressure that sends her over the edge.

“Ah… yes…yes yes!” She chants as her body jerks underneath me. I groan, low and feral, as the fire inside me snaps, spirals, and I feel us both shiver in chaotic, raw waves of pleasure, shuddering together, shaking, trembling, desperate for each other.

We collapsed into the mattress in a tangle of sweat and trembling limbs, both of us gasping like we’d been dragged under and spit back out by the same storm. Her nails were still in my shoulders, my jaw ached from how hard I’d been clenching, and for a long moment, all I could do was let the aftershocks roll through me with her body still twitching under mine.

Then a laugh ripped out of me, raw and hoarse, half-growl, “You’re not gonna believe this,” I panted against her temple, grinning like a lunatic. “I just got a mind-link...Meatball’s with Damon. Our fucking opossum. Rhonda dropped him off there before hunting us down.”

"Will you just pick a name?" She groans under me.