The predatory growl in her mate's voice struck a low, primal chord down in Blue's stomach; for the first time in a long time, one not associated with fear. She inhaled a sharp, small breath, her forehead pressed tight to Omega's, and slid her fingers from around his wrists to around his neck, urging him nearer with a little muted whine.

I love you, I'm always yours, her tiny nuzzle reaffirmed. "...touch me," she entreated, the words breathed against his lips. "I want to feel you...and not him...ever again." A shudder of remembered revulsion shook her, but Blue simply threw her shivering body into Omega's arms, biting her lips with the effort not to give in. Not again.