Even Blue was surprised that the words even left her lips. But once they had, she had no intention of taking them back. She was so tired of this, living in fear's intimidating shadow. And she was the Queen of Isla Nublar--there was no way in hell she was going to let InGen--Vic-Fucking-Hoskins--win.
But Omega's intensity did manage to take her a little aback; Blue whimpered into his savage kisses, but steeled herself to just take it; to stand stoic in the midst of his impressive storm. In order to keep her claws out of his flesh, she reached behind her and added her own marks to the poor tree's scarred bark, but didn't hesitate to lift up her arms at her mate's vehement insistence.
The coarse bark was in turn rough on her skin, but it was a welcome pain; it kept her from falling back into her memories and kept her focused on the now. She was here; those were Omega's hands, Omega's lips and teeth; and mmmmmOmega's lean lithe body sliding so sinfully against hers, no one else's. Ever.
She felt the button of her cutoffs come undone and then they vanished off of her hips; Blue jerked one boot out of the denim and hiked it high along her mate's side, trapping him flush against her and moaning to feel him already hard and surging like the tides in her grasp. Unadorned cotton was already damp and useless--Blue snatched one of his hands and intimated he indulge himself with those, at least.
Then her own claws were yanking at the buttons of his shirt--she felt at least two give and disappear--then she was shoving it off of his shoulders and flattening palms to scarred skin, relearning every line, ever crease. Blue whimpered and whined into messy open-mouth kisses, clutching him tight, desperate to keep them here, and not give in to there.
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But Omega's intensity did manage to take her a little aback; Blue whimpered into his savage kisses, but steeled herself to just take it; to stand stoic in the midst of his impressive storm. In order to keep her claws out of his flesh, she reached behind her and added her own marks to the poor tree's scarred bark, but didn't hesitate to lift up her arms at her mate's vehement insistence.
The coarse bark was in turn rough on her skin, but it was a welcome pain; it kept her from falling back into her memories and kept her focused on the now. She was here; those were Omega's hands, Omega's lips and teeth; and mmmmmOmega's lean lithe body sliding so sinfully against hers, no one else's. Ever.
She felt the button of her cutoffs come undone and then they vanished off of her hips; Blue jerked one boot out of the denim and hiked it high along her mate's side, trapping him flush against her and moaning to feel him already hard and surging like the tides in her grasp. Unadorned cotton was already damp and useless--Blue snatched one of his hands and intimated he indulge himself with those, at least.
Then her own claws were yanking at the buttons of his shirt--she felt at least two give and disappear--then she was shoving it off of his shoulders and flattening palms to scarred skin, relearning every line, ever crease. Blue whimpered and whined into messy open-mouth kisses, clutching him tight, desperate to keep them here, and not give in to there.