Hear Me: An Omega's Tale

20. Grace

I nuzzle further into the warm, delicious-smelling mattress. More than tempted to grumble in delight, as I bask in the earthy scent pressed against my face. My limbs feel as light as air beneath a weighted blanket, that so wonderfully keeps me pressed into earthy pine. Like a flash tornado, puffing away the cloud I had been dreaming on, the memories of my eventful night, cut through my all too sober mind.

My face heats as each second plays on repeat. Ivan's touch was so gentle, yet amazingly firm as he forced pleasure from my all too willing body and Xander's steely hold, as he let Ivan have his way as he expertly played with my chest. I hadn't known it was possible to feel so good from being touched there or being touched at all for that matter. For the longest time, human contact was cold or cruel. I had learnt that touch could be warm and inviting... but last night was something else entirely. I wanted, no, I needed them to do wicked things to my body. It was as though I would die without the pleasure they expertly gave.

Mating was supposed to be painful and gruelling and even though they hadn't gone all the way, it was vastly different from what I had been forced to learn. 

Everything so far had been different. Their kindness and soft touches were a world away from what I was used to. I knew I had to leave, it was something I was so sure of before. But I just didn't see how it was possible anymore, the thought alone sent a shot of anxiety and dread straight into my heart. 

Even Alec, who had been somewhat more kind the past few days, had been right there for me. He hadn't touched me, though that wasn't a surprise. A flash of rejection pains my heart, but the way he had rushed to ensure all went smoothly soothes the ache. On some level, he at least cared for my well-being. For now, that would have to be enough. At least I no longer had to view him as a threat, even if his dismissal hurt me. 

Perhaps it will make it easier if I am forced to leave. If the time comes when I am found, then I will go. But for now, I want to live in this bliss for as long as I can. I know it is selfish, but I fear the moment I leave, I will become nothing but the shell of a person I was when I arrived. Alone and afraid, without their strength to keep me together, I will wilt.  

Selfish.

My heavy eyes slowly open, smiling through the guilt at the sight of a fierce dragon, staring at me through detailed ink from beneath a coating of black hair. My eyes trace the detailing, curiosity as to the meaning flooding me as I bite my lip. My fingers itched to trace the skin, but for some reason, I just wanted to bask in his presence before his intense, steely stare made me flounder. 

Xander...

The large arms, I had mistaken for a blanket, hold me snug to his beating chest and I try to ignore the fact that the both of us are very much naked. Though I am sure my pounding heart and red face would give me away in an instant if he were to wake up.  

I lift my head a little, careful not to wake the sleeping giant. Even in sleep, the man frowns and I hold myself back from straightening out the lines on his forehead. Though they wouldn't fully smooth, years of frowning had left little creases in his skin. I couldn't help but find it charming. 

He seemed so cold to the untrained eye. It's the little changes you have to take notice of and I've grown to look forward to the slight twitch of his lip, every time he finds James adorable. Or, the creasing of his brow when Xander and Alec bicker. He was far from an open book, but I was learning to read him well. His long, dark hair lay around him and this time I gave in and reached up to touch it, running the soft strands through my fingers. 

I had been so afraid of him before, but now, as I lay on his rising and falling chest, trapped in his embrace, I felt nothing but content and a growing desire only fuelled by a growing hardness beneath my stomach. His handsome face showed no sign of waking, as though his unconsciousness had sensed my attention. I couldn't ignore the fluttering in my stomach at the idea of having such an effect on the large alpha, nor the frantic rush of embarrassment.