A Warrior and his Omega

Chapter Twenty Five

Sylis POV

I laid on my back on the bed, hands under my head as Atticus straddled my waist. I sighed in content as Atticus ran his hands over my chest and abdomen.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled as he continued.

"Feeling." He answered as if its the most obvious reason.

"Well then, I think I'll do the same." I said with a smirk.

He shivered as I ran my hands under his shirt and over his abdomen and chest, a hum in approval escaped his lips as I continued my actions.

I sat up and connected our lips for a slow kiss. He ran his fingers through my hair making me pull him closer to me.

I could and would never get enough of this, of him. I love his green eyes that sparkled with innocence and wonder, I love how he runs his hands through my hair, I love how hr kisses, I love everything about him.

I keep reminding myself of the day I almost lost him. It haunts me, if he did die I wouldn't have these things to love about him. I hated how I just watched him slip away and had no clue on what wonderful things I was missing.

I am still afraid I'm going to hurt him, that I'll grab hid arm and break it. That I won't be able to handle the demon inside me and hurt him.

I looked down at him as he snuggled into my chest, wrapping his small arms around me. I smiled and wrapped mine around his body, trailing my finger up and down his spine.

He shivered as my finger skimmed down his spine making my smile widen. I love his reactions to where and how I touch him, it makes me happy to know I'm the only one that can make him feel that way. I kissed his head and heard him sigh in content.

"Sylis dad scares Atticus." He spoke cautiously.

"He scares most people but don't worry I won't let anyone hurt you. You're mine." I said into his ear and nipping the soft flesh.

He gasped making my chuckle, I pressed a kiss to his soft spot causing a moan to escape his lips. I could feel my boxers start to tighten as he did that, arching his back to me.

I pulled away from his neck and looked down at him. He slightly panted, a blush on his cheeks.Lust slightly danced in his eyes making me smirk.

He glanced down, a deep shade of red coming to his cheeks a before he buried his face into my chest. I chuckled knowing he was hard as well as I.

"Atticus love my Sylis." He smiled.

I chuckled and pecked his lips making him smile.

"And I love you Atticus." I said softly, touching my forehead to his.

"C-can dance again?" He asked shyly.

I chuckled and sat him on the bed, getting up I walked to the stero and popped in a disk. I glanced back at the bed and motioned him to me. He smiled and climbed off the bed and walked over to me.

Slowly the music started and I pulled him to my chest.

I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
Turned on some music to start my day
I lost myself in a familiar song
I closed my eyes and I slipped away

Slowly we danced to the rhythm, moving forward and backwards and side stepping, spinning in a circle.

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

I looked down at him as he rested his head on my chest, ear pressed above my heart.

So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky

I stepped back cashing him to do so as well.
(Just have to tell y'all footloose the old song just came on Pandora..... I'm dancing to it.)

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away
I see my Marianne walkin' away

I spun him around and into my chest, his back pressed against me as I grabbed his free hand, crossing his arms over his chest.

When I'm tired and thinking cold
I hide in my music, forget the day
And dream of a girl I used to know
I closed my eyes and she slipped away
She slipped away

Slowly I rocked my hips from side to side, him copying my movements.

It's more than a feeling, when I hear that old song they used to play (more than a feeling)
I begin dreaming (more than a feeling)
'Till I see Marianne walk away

I leaned him backwards and looked down at him, a smile playing on his lips. I leaned my head down and connected our lips. Slolwy we moved them in sync and I stood him up turning his body towards me. My hands ran down his sides and rested them on his hips before picking him up.

He wrapped his legs around me and intertwined his fingers into my hair.