Lingering Scent of Yours (Completed)

Vegas: His Desperate Ways of Separating Us

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"You can come in, but watch yourself, I'm looking at your every move," Tankhun muttered as he left the bedroom and looked at me with a dissatisfaction.

I didn't pay attention to him, instead I went inside straight away. From the moment Pete ran outside and I brought him here unconscious, I walked nervously around the room, praying that everything would be okay with him. It was rare for panic attacks to lead him to such an exhausting state, but I understood where the frightens came from.

I took a deeper breather as I looked at Pete, half-bedded, who looked at me unsteadily. I knew what he was going to say. I understood this the moment he heard when I called Porsche as my mate. I could see it in his terrified, prepared to leave us eyes. But I wasn't going to let him run away so easily, as I didn't care about destiny. I loved Pete. I had loved him for years and nothing or no one had the right to separate us from each other. I believed in it, I just had to convince my kitten.

"I'm not going to give up on you, Pete, don't even think about it," I began before he said anything. "No chance I'll let you go, want to give it a try? Good luck, because I will chase you to the end of the world! " I walked from door to bed, not letting him interrupt me. "Tomorrow I will meet this guy and I break our connection and the problem disappears. That's the only solution,"

"Vegas,"

"Who says Alpha must have its Omega? Is there a law to do that? No, so I don't understand why I can't get rid of mine?"

"Vegas,"

"I know it hurts, breaking the connection is like tearing out parts of your body, but if you support me in it, if you give me this chance, then nothing will be terrible for us, I just..."

"Vegas!" I finally looked at Pete, who stretched out his hand to me. "Sit down, please,"

I did what he ordered, intertwined my fingers with his, just so I could finally feel the warmth of his body. I gently stroked the thin, sensitive skin of Pete's wrist, sensing a monotonous pulsation underneath. I waited, terrified, but prepared for a fight, because I couldn't imagine leaving Pete. Did my feelings have no meaning? Did I have to follow something that I myself did not voluntarily choose? I didn't want to live like that, I didn't want to exist in a world where I'm trapped by destiny.

"Listen," Pete began, and I squeezed his hand tighter, moving closer. "I... I don't want you to destroy your connection."

"I'm not going to let you go, kitten, understand..." I went on the attack, but he put his finger on my lips, silencing me effectively.

"Please listen to me," he asked again, so I took a deep breath, trying to keep my nerves in check. "Whether you get rid of your bond now or not, there will still be Omega waiting for you somewhere, we can't get stop it, no matter how I wished we could. I don't want you to suffer just because I'm afraid. I'll trust you, Vegas. I will trust you, but I beg you, do not break my heart. I can't do it if I lose you..." he whispered his last words, hiding shaky head in my chest.

I felt the shirt soak with tears and my heart squeezed in pain. This situation was hard for all of us, but I promised myself that I would do my best to prove to Pete how much I loved him.

"Just say a word, and without thinking I will destroy this connection," I promised, gently lifting his head so that I could squeeze a kiss on his trembling lips. "One word, kitten, and his will not be."

"We will find solution but let's not do anything now, when we are emotional and scared. I want us to make a decision, when our hearts will be an ease."

I helped Pete lie down by putting his head in the fold of my neck, knowing how he likes to sleep snuggled up in the place. I wanted to feel him closer, to go deep into him, to get rid of this tormenting feeling, this fear that had taken over my whole body, but he had gone through a lot today and had to rest. So we lay there, hugging, absorbing our heat, until I felt tiny fingers come down from my chest. I held my breath, tightening stomach muscles as they brushed the sensitive skin of my hips, right next to my still soft cock. I twitched, feeling the tension begin to appear in place and the wild fire spread from those naughty fingers, but I still did not move, not wanting to throw myself at Pete like an animal.