The Omega's Predicament

Chapter nineteen

Bella snorted at the sunlight shining directly in her face. She groaned when it didn't go away, as she shut her eyes tighter, and pulled her blanket up over her face. It was too bright. It felt too early for it to be so annoyingly harsh. She tried to stretch, but her bed was awkwardly shaped. And there was something else as well, a thick, heavy arm around her waist that didn't belong to her.

But then she remembered. A lazy smile grew on her face when she corrected herself, the arm did belong to her, because it was his. And he belonged to her now, he had said so. Strangely enough, she believed him.

Max sighed contently when he felt Bella stir. He had been holding her tightly to him, her backside fit perfectly against him as he had curled his body around her on the cramped backseat. It was a strange position to sleep in, but not uncomfortable, they were snug and cushy under the old tattered blanket she kept in the car.

He caressed the back of her head with his nose, humming in appreciation at her bouncy curls that smelled so good, whispering to her. "Bells." He tightened his grip, pulling her closer.

Bella sighed and let her body melt right back against him, her fingers playing down his arms, finding his hands she entwined their fingers, lifting them to give them kisses, one on each of his rough fingertips. "Maximilian," she answered sleepily.

Max laughed, burying his face in her hair, making his way to her neck through all the hair, and kissed it. "You like that name, don't you?" he mumbled, leaving kisses down her shoulder.

"I do," she whispered, craning her neck to give him better access, rolling her head back on the seat. "There's something poetic about that name. Maximilian. It's nice," she continued, giggling at the little love-bites that went up the side of her neck.

"Pretentious," he corrected her, "There's something pretentious about that name."

"That name is you," she mumbled. "I like you."

"Don't ever stop," he growled, licking up her throat as she rolled her head back to lie on his shoulder. "Bells," he breathed, nipping at her jaw, "My bells. I've always loved calling you that. I know you hated it, I'm sorry, but to me, you're Bells."

"I don't mind it," she corrected him, as his hands came into play, his palms sliding up her stomach, and she arched into his hands when he reached her soft breasts. She hummed in anticipation when his fingers drew circles around her already tingling buds.

Max laughed. "I remember threats unless I stopped calling you that."

She hissed in a moan when his thumb flicked her nipples, and his fingertips came into play, toying with them until her breath quickened. "No, don't remember that," she lied with a laugh. "Don't stop," she whispered.

"Don't stop what? Calling you Bells, or this?" he asked, rolling the buds between thumb and forefinger until she jumped in the seat and pressed herself harder against him, her bottom grinding on his lap that made him growl out her name. She answered with a moan and he took that as a sign to continue. "My Bells," he repeated with a purr in her ear. "Hell's Bells, my little hellraiser."

Bella laughed at that. "Hardly," she said, folding her hands over his, making him stop. She knew what that would lead to, and she was not awake enough for that. "A hellraiser in a pleated skirt with very sensible shoes?" she said with a laugh, shaking her head. "A hellraiser who prefers to be invisible and hide in the shadows?"

"Ah, well." Max gave her a nod, kissing her lips as she turned to face him. He instantly felt colder, hating her body moving away from his even if it was still right next to him. She fit him, she fit him just right, and now he felt empty when she wasn't in his arms. "Yes, well," he repeated, "You might think so by looking at you." He patted her hair away from her face. Unable to keep from touching her, to keep from feeling her, he stroked down her shoulder, her waist, up and down her thigh, and then reached for her ass, kneading it. She gasped out in surprise when he squeezed it hard, steadying herself with a hand on his chest as she moved on the seat. "Until I kiss you," he continued and swooped in to kiss her as hard as he had squeezed.