Page 93 of Generation Omega: Revealed
“No,” I cry as the rupture from the lineage threatens to become permanent. “No, Gideon, stop…please, stop.”
“Baby girl, I’m here.” He’s breathing hard, his body hot and trembling. “Tell me what you need.”
I struggle to see him, and he helps me to turn toward him. He looks awful, grey almost and clearly pained. He did this for me. He’s here for me. He’ll give me the world, his life, his heart, everything.
“Hey, I’m here.” His voice, rough and rich at the same time, soothes me. “Tell me what you need. I’ll give it. Whatever it is. If you want to be free, you’ll be free.”
I’m quivering as I touch his face. “You. I need you.”
“Baby girl, I’m yours. What else?”
“Help me get my clothes off. I need to be touching you right now.”
“Done.”
My clothes and boots are tossed haphazardly around the room, and finally, I’m touching him, skin to skin, our hearts stumbling in disjointed rhythms. I rub against him, trying to get closer. Gideon rolls onto his back with me above him, his arms pressing me into him. His lungs, my lungs, expansion and contraction, until, at last, we find our rhythm and breathe together. But still, our hearts aren’t reconnecting and terror grips me.
“Did I break us?” I sob.
“Oh, babe, no, you didn’t. You’re just making sure that when we connect again, it’s forever, and not because the legacy forced us, but because we want this. I want this more than anything, but please, only do this if you want it too. I’m not your cage. I’ll never be that for you.”
“You’re not my cage, Gideon—you’re the fortress where I’ll always be safe and wanted. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, foreveryes.”
My tears might drown him before we’re done, but I can’t stop crying. “I don’t know how to be wanted.”
“I’ll teach you, every single day.”
“I don’t know how to feel worthy of being loved,” I whimper, feeling pathetic and honest with myself for the first time.
“I’ve got it. I can take care of that too.”
“Gideon, I’m scared.”
“I know, baby girl, but love’s worth that, isn’t it?”
My heart falters and his heart catches mine, our heartbeats finding their shared cadence again.
“I think it is.” I feel like I can’t breathe. “Please, Gideon, I need…”
“Anything.”
“Your bite. I need it so badly. Please.”
“Are you absolutely sure? I have no doubts, but I don’t think we’ll be able to try that little, unauthorized escape route again after we’re bonded.”
The first hint of his salted caramel tickles my nose and causes me to salivate. “There’s no escape route for us anymore. Whatever happens, we’re in this together. What I need most is for you to know me,allof me. I don’t want to keep any secrets from you, the way I’ve kept them from Ethan. I didn’t want to burden him. He probably never thought of it like that, but I did. You and I don’t need to shield each other from anything. We need to know each other. No barriers. No privacy. Raw truth. That’s our bond.”
I’m too close to him to see his face, but I suddenly need that reassurance. I won’t always, if the bond works the way I hope, but right now, I do.
“Yes, let’s talk,” he says, as though he heard my thoughts.
“Naked—let’s talk naked.”
He gives me a little chuckle and then lifts me and sets me on the bed. Then he stands and removes his pants, revealing the sight that would stop a million hearts.
Holy… moly. Gideon’s all freaking man without the knot, but with it…dang. At my intense curiosity, he pauses, giving me time to study his cock at rest. He’s not erect and the knot is still noticeable, where it surrounds the base, a solid three inches of raised skin that willinflate—still not a sexy enough term—to lock us together when we’re in the throes of passion. How long will it connect us, not allowing anything or anyone to separate us? I can’t wait to discover all the sexy truths about alpha/omegaknottytime.
