Lucky Angels (Omegaverse Smutfic) (first draft)

Thirteen

I was giggling and dizzy as I threw the bloody needles onto the unsanitized rolling tray on the other side of the table. Phoenix tried to leave my side, probably to clean off the tools like he often did when I was finished, but I caught his wrist in my bloody hand and yanked him forward until his chest bumped against mine. I laughed.

"Good alpha," I slurred. I placed both bloody hands on his face and stroked his cheeks with my thumbs. "Thank you, Phoenix."

"Anything for you, little omega."

Phoenix tipped his leg between my thighs, and I sank onto the friction with an unhinged moan. Chasing the high of my kill, I crashed my lips onto Phoenix's waiting mouth. I kissed him roughly, tongue darting out to lick at the chili pepper spice on his lips. My hands found his shirt, and I fumbled to push it upward between our interlocked lips. I was desperate to feel his skin against mine.

Phoenix stepped back from me to take off his shirt. I walked forward, letting him step back and back as he fumbled with his shirt until he finally wrenched it free of his arms with a relieved grunt. He threw the t-shirt behind my back onto the bloody floor, and I shoved him against the wall, leaving bloody handprints across his hips and chest as I roamed his body.

"Phoenix," I whispered. My voice trembled with the plea of his name.

Phoenix lifted his leg between mine, bracing his foot against the wall behind me as he nestled his thigh between mine in the friction I craved. He pulled me to him, dragging my lower body against his leg until I was crooked against his hip. I moaned, and he captured the sound with a rough kiss.

"You smell so good, princess," Phoenix groaned against my lips.

I didn't care what I smelled like. He tasted like chili peppers and sweet honey, and his face was covered in blood that was scented of fear and cherries. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I had wanted anyone in my entire life, and I didn't care if it was my omega instincts shifting with vanilla in the air.

Phoenix's leg flexed, rubbing the tight muscles of his thigh against my clit through our clothes in just the right way. I melted into his kiss, opening my mouth for him to sip my vanilla from my tongue. His hands gripped much too hard at my hips, and I moaned as he settled me further on his leg and delicious pressure washed through ym core. I didn't have the words to beg for more, but Phoenix didn't wait for me. He rocked and rolled me over his leg until I was soaking through my panties and leggings.

"I jerked myself raw when I smelled you and Alex in the gym," Phoenix said. I nipped at his wounded lip as he talked, smiling when he winced.

Between our bodies, my hands ducked from their roaming at his chest to the hem of his jeans, trying to find the button. "I want to see."

"No," Phoenix said. "I want to taste you first."

Phoenix's hands glided down my body as he lowered to his knees in front of me. I gasped when I saw his face, swiped with blood that pinkenered his flushed cheeks and painted his lips where the sticky evidence of my kisses slicked his mouth.

There was a sudden vulnerability in this position. Phoenix sat on his knees in front of me, the closeness of his form sinking me into the wall behind me so that I had nowhere to go. I was wet and needy in my panties, desperate for his touch, my perfume flared around me. He could probably smell me the best from down on his knees.

Nervousness flashed down my spine, and I trembled slightly, pressing my thighs together as Phoenix hooked his fingers around the top of my leggings. I gasped when my leggings and panties slid easily over my ass and down my hips until my bare body was wedged against the cool concrete wall of the cellar.