In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

59. little omega (18+)

The forest was under the blood moon’s eerie glow, shadows twisting like living things. Damon tore through the bushes.

His hybrid rough black wolf form was flexing undeniable strength and power of a True blood Alpha, while claws ripped into the dirt each stride fueled by the fucking sweet Pheromones that set his soul on fire while harshly trying to gain more speed as his wolf howled.

His Little light.

Anawin was out there in his beautiful white wolf weaving through the trees. The heat inducer Anawin had swallowed was hitting hard, lacing his scent with a desperate, sugary edge that made Damon’s cock throb for knot and his fangs ache to bite in the mating gland, Gosh... he needed it so badly.

Suddenly, Anawin’s white fur flickered ahead, his lean body cutting through the night with a defiance that made Damon’s blood sing.

His omega in heat was a fucking tease, Right now he should've been clawing at his insides and his omega begging him to stop then only to drop to his knees and let him have his ways with him.

Nonetheless Anawin was no delicate thing. He was a true blood wolf, fierce and cocky just like his Alpha, Perfect mates.

Anawin’s heart hammered, not just from the sprint but from the electric thrill of being chased by an alpha who could break him apart and piece him back together.

He remembered that night like a scar, every word Damon said, everything he did to him.
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Cold air, the flickering fire on a cylinder casting harsh light over his pale hands, and the script he was ready to burn. Anawin had written Damon’s unfinished story into existence, poured rage and sorrow into every line, and now he just wanted to erase it all, to end whatever tether which bounded Damon to this world because he brought destruction with him as he entered the mortal realm.

But Damon got to him first.

Strong fingers clutched his shoulder, spun him around and crashed him onto the ground with a force that knocked the breath from Anawin’s lungs. The script scattered beside them.

Anawin’s heart lurching when he looked up into eyes he used to only imagine while reading the novel,  deep, raven black at first… until they shifted.

Bloody crimson. Burning. Predatory. The kind that made his Omega instincts stutter and curl in fear and also unknown longing.

"Running?" Damon’s voice was calm, but it held that sharp edge that made Anawin’s stomach flip. "My Creator you made me bleed in every verse. You wrote me into pain, into madness. And now do you think you can just burn me out of existence?"

Anawin’s breath hitched "I did—n’t know you were real. I didn’t me..an to..."

"But I am very real" Damon cut in, nuzzling to him mating gland. "Because you gave life to me. And now your scent—" He inhaled, eyes half-lidded. "You smell like regret... and presenting"

Anawin turned his head, ashamed of the way his body arched into the contact, he felt wetness inside his hole that he never felt before. He hated how his body reacted... He was presenting himself for the Dangerous Alpha on top, how his Omega recognized Damon even before his mind did. The pull was strong. Primal. True mates. The words rang loud in his head, but he didn’t say them.

Damon didn’t ask. He claimed.

Right there, on the freezing pavement, while he submitted for the first time. Damon kissed him like he was both punishing and worshipping him, lips rough, grip bruising his naked body, as if to remind him, you made me come to this world, and now you’ll live with me. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t gentle. It was heat-fueled, desperate, fate-bound.