Chapter Eighteen

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Kylo had been so comfortable in the tub that he nearly fell asleep with the girl there on his chest. He was certain she had fallen asleep, but once the water ran cold and his fingers began to prune he knew it was time for them to go. His knot had deflated some time ago, and his penis had gone flaccid around the same time. She was happy to remove herself from his cock and go right back to relaxing on his chest, but Kylo couldn’t stop thinking about when he’d be back inside of her again.

This rut had been the most powerful and mind blowing he had ever experienced. Sure he had taken his ruts out on the Beta women, but nothing had ever felt as good or as soul touching as what he had shared with her. He knew he had gotten harder, had fucked much more viciously, and when he had finally let go and came inside of her he knew he had produced so much more. No woman he had ever gotten so wet, had ever moaned so loudly, had ever welcomed him into her body so enthusiastically as she had. Something about her was so different. Her identity as an Omega was no doubt to blame, but Kylo still struggled to accept the fact that he was falling so hard and so fast for such a deplorable creature. But the moment he’d have such thoughts, his mind would become a boomerang and go right back to where it started.

She wasn’t deplorable. She certainly was not stupid, or dirty, or obscenely sexy or lustful. She was beautiful, smart, and sexually alluring in all of the right ways. Kylo wonders if she had been made for him. Crafted and hand delivered right to him as if the two of them belonged together. He runs his hand down her spine one final time, ravishes the skin to skin contact he’s so graciously been allowed, and is finally able to admit: maybe he doesn’t know everything about Omegas like he originally thought. 

“Okay, I’m getting tired,” Kylo says with a nudge to her ribs. Using the Force he pulls the drain up, and the now cool water begins to fall beneath them. “Let’s go to bed.”

“We’ve been in here for quite a while,” She points out while sitting up off of him. His eyes travel from her face down her body, then back up to perhaps what is now her most attractive feature: her mark. His fingers run over it and she flinches. It’s still sore, but Kylo cannot keep himself away. The Beta girls had glands, but none of them had called to him or enticed him enough to do such a thing. It was like he was an untamed animal. His instincts told him what he had to do was bite her. Claim her. No one would have such a scar on their body but her. His imprint on her was unique, one that would lead back to his teeth and his teeth only. She was his, but Kylo didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. 

She balances well as her slippery legs step over him and the side of the tub. Kylo can’t keep his eyes off of her back as she adjusts to being out of the water. Her skin is so perfect, so soft and so warm despite coming right from the water. She’s human, deserving of having her human needs met just as any other human, Alpha or Beta, needed. As he stands her wet footsteps can be heard crossing the bathroom, over to the mirror where she stretches her neck to get a better look at her scar. It makes Kylo smile. Not because he’s looking at a gorgeous nude woman just feet away from him, but because she also smiles adoringly at the scar he’s given her.

It’s pink, lightly puffy around where each one of his strong teeth had broken her skin. It had finally stopped bleeding and from the few hours between then and now had begun scabbing over. Seeing the deep red blotches all in a row and knowing he had been the one to inflict it upon her only turned him on even more. So much so he feels he has to be there next to her again. He crosses the room just as she had, steps up behind her and doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her lovingly. This was a prisoner that was meant to be killed or at the very least surrendered to the authorities to protect himself and his crew. He knows this is wrong, but his mind and body tell him it’s 100 percent natural.

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