If there was anything else underneath his hand now, his claws would be digging into it -- even solid rock would crumble in his talons now, so great is the fury that pours like molten lava over every bone in his body.
No, he's touching his mate now, her body warm and soft and scarred, her head on his shoulder, and Omega himself is as still as stone against her. If he moves, he'll fly apart, and the volcanic eruption will burn down everything in his reach because he's too late to rain hell itself on the people who did this to her. Blue isn't strong enough right now to stop him. Do it, hisses the blackness buried deep inside him, slithering up through the splintered pieces inside him. Kill them. All of them. Tear the whole world apart. Do it for her.
But that's not what Blue wants, and Omega can't lie to himself about it anymore. Perhaps if InGen was within their reach -- or if Hoskins was still fucking alive -- she'd let him wreak unstoppable havoc on them for daring to lay so much as a hand on her. Instead he missed his chance, and he has to lock himself in place here with her, all the hate and anger he's capable of shrieking inside him against the walls she built.
Yours and mine. Omega recoils from the very thought. Hoskins's plan to breed them was no secret; the sick fuck used to brag about it like it was some reward the boys would receive for the highest scores. But Omega fell for Blue on his own. And they've been careful ever since, because while Omega may not know for certain how Blue feels about it, what he does know is that he'd rather have his DNA die with him than be used against his will anymore.
Knowing that it let them use her... is a single breath shy of being more than he can take.
Omega doesn't speak. There's nothing but venom and fire in his throat. But somehow, he finds a way to move; toward her is the only direction that makes sense. He only leans forward, until their foreheads touch, and a glimpse of his fangs shows in a curl of his lip but he stays where he is, with her, deadly to anyone else.
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No, he's touching his mate now, her body warm and soft and scarred, her head on his shoulder, and Omega himself is as still as stone against her. If he moves, he'll fly apart, and the volcanic eruption will burn down everything in his reach because he's too late to rain hell itself on the people who did this to her. Blue isn't strong enough right now to stop him. Do it, hisses the blackness buried deep inside him, slithering up through the splintered pieces inside him. Kill them. All of them. Tear the whole world apart. Do it for her.
But that's not what Blue wants, and Omega can't lie to himself about it anymore. Perhaps if InGen was within their reach -- or if Hoskins was still fucking alive -- she'd let him wreak unstoppable havoc on them for daring to lay so much as a hand on her. Instead he missed his chance, and he has to lock himself in place here with her, all the hate and anger he's capable of shrieking inside him against the walls she built.
Yours and mine. Omega recoils from the very thought. Hoskins's plan to breed them was no secret; the sick fuck used to brag about it like it was some reward the boys would receive for the highest scores. But Omega fell for Blue on his own. And they've been careful ever since, because while Omega may not know for certain how Blue feels about it, what he does know is that he'd rather have his DNA die with him than be used against his will anymore.
Knowing that it let them use her... is a single breath shy of being more than he can take.
Omega doesn't speak. There's nothing but venom and fire in his throat. But somehow, he finds a way to move; toward her is the only direction that makes sense. He only leans forward, until their foreheads touch, and a glimpse of his fangs shows in a curl of his lip but he stays where he is, with her, deadly to anyone else.