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Isla Sorna

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When you spend a long time building something with your own two hands, it becomes difficult to wrap your mind around the idea of the work being done. Owen grew up around that kind of mindset, and knows very well how it feels to be in the same grip. But he doesn't mind. That's the thing about having a family: it expands, and the world around it needs to expand with it. Little by little, the house came up around them, and they settled into it, and he's never really stopped working this little world of his over like an ever-evolving project that he loves with his whole heart.

They're settled here. Officially. No one can deny it, and even though Owen still has dreams sometimes about InGen -- or anyone -- hunting them down to rip the girls, or even the boys, out of his hands, those fears evaporate every morning. The girls get along as well as any sisters do, and even the squabbling has died down in recent months; the boys have adapted beautifully, and although Chi and Psi still exhibit behavior that looks odd alongside the girls from time to time, they no longer struggle to meet expectations that were completely alien to them for most of their lives.

And then there's Blue and Omega.

The difference in Blue between her youth on Isla Nublar, and the young womanhood that quite clearly blossomed in the Santa Lucia Mountains of central California, is not only noticeable, but striking. Always the one he could rely on over the others, Blue has managed to develop into a creature that is both an extension of his right arm and yet still a highly independent person who no longer looks to him quite so often for cues; she still values her space and her privacy, but those withdrawals from the pack just to brood and sulk have all but disappeared. And while Blue's temper will always strike fear into the hearts of her siblings -- adopted or otherwise -- she's learned to balance it with patience, a trait that would always thwart her more than any other. Until now. Owen always wanted Blue to learn that balance between animal instinct and human rationality, and he knew she'd get there in her own way sooner or later. Now, it seems she has, and it's a beautiful thing to see.

Then, as if her own transformation wasn't enough, she'd somehow managed to turn her mate into an entirely different person.

If Blue's maturation is impressive, Omega's has been nothing short of miraculous. All right... Owen is a professional behaviorist; he knows there's no such thing as miracles, only hard work and dedication. Only this time it wasn't his. It was Blue's time, effort, and uncharacteristic affection that turned a furious, hateful killing machine into something that could be now what he might have been then, before InGen had their way. Omega lives in the house now. He eats when they do. He joins the family in their gatherings, as long as Blue is with him, and although his temper is still zero to 60 when roused, these days it's much harder to set him off than it used to be, even if that wouldn't be saying much. He prefers his mate and solitude over anything else, but his violently aggressive tendencies have been all but curbed for the sake of keeping Blue happy.

For obvious reasons, Owen has kept a close eye on them both from day one, and even from the very beginning Omega has treated Blue like the center of the universe. Owen himself has salvaged his share of abused, wild animals -- it's literally part of the job -- but he knows without question that no one could have done this but her. And her success is absolutely indisputable.

Case in point: today, Omega's dislike for interacting with unfamiliar people had outweighed his desire to be with Blue as often as possible, and instead of throwing a tantrum he simply hadn't gone with her down the mountain.

For Barry, it was supplies; Echo wanted clothes; Blue was only interested in procuring necessary parts for her nearly-restored 1979 Pontiac Phoenix Firebird, a task built upon very specific requirements and one which she would never entrust to any of her siblings. The day is very nice for a sojourn into the city, considering the length of the drive: blue skies and a mild breeze, not quite so far into spring that the air is anything more than comfortably warm. Psi is helping Delta collect chili peppers and the new experimental plums. Chi fell asleep in the grass up the hill. Charlie is giving Owen a hand with replacing some worn poles along the stone steps leading down to the boys' den, when they hear the familiar sound of the Jeep rolling up the long hill that serves as their driveway.

Only, it sounds like it's coming up fast.

Owen and Charlie look at each other, and immediately drop what they're doing to meet the car just as Barry rolls up, screeching to a stop and diving out of the driver's side to rush around to the passenger door. He looks frantic. And he's helping Echo out of the car. She looks like she's about to pitch right off her feet.

"Owen!" Barry calls out urgently, eyes widening immediately as Owen rushes to them. "Owen!" He has to wrap an arm around Echo's back to keep her standing. And then, to Owen's surprise and dread, Barry yells again. "Omega!"

Owen doesn't actually know where Omega has been this whole time. But suddenly he's there next to him, clearly as alarmed at being summoned as Owen was to hear it, and Owen can practically feel the tension in the male raptor's body triple because they both realized the same thing: that Blue is not with them.

"They took her," Barry says, breathless, and the bottom falls out of Owen's stomach.

Echo tries to rouse herself, flopping a little, mumbling in groggy frustration as she tries to shake off whatever is wrong with her and help explain. But Barry keeps his hold on her and barrels right through it.

"It was InGen. They had an entire strike force, Owen, the streets are chaos now. They used non-lethals. Tranquilizers. Echo took a direct hit, but they left her behind. All of them were focused on Blue." He looks at both of them, Owen and then Omega, panicked and desperate. "They came for her."

The weather was gorgeous a minute ago. Now the entire world is ice. Owen's heart has stopped, his breath is gone. Delta and the boys come running up, but he barely notices them. Beside him is Omega, frozen; then suddenly the raptor whirls to him, eyes wide, and the fury -- the fear -- in them is apocalyptic.

Omega doesn't say a word, but Owen immediately finds his voice. "Go get her."

The male raptor is gone like a bolt of lightning. Owen turns and strides quickly to a hidden cache beneath the porch. He pulls out two assault rifles and a hell of a lot of ammo as Charlie shrieks behind him, "Why aren't we going with him?!"

"Because we're going to follow him." Owen tosses a rifle to Barry, and gestures sharply for everyone to get into the car, including the still-dizzy Echo. "After Isla Nublar, Omega found us in less than a week on nothing but Blue's scent and pure instinct. This time he knows where he's going. We'd only slow him down." The motor is still running. Almost before every door is shut, Owen jerks the Jeep into gear. His last words are almost a growl to himself. "With any luck, all we'll have to do is clean up."

The Jeep screeches in reverse, turns, and roars off down the mountain.

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Omega certainly hadn't failed to notice the buffet wandering around the property, and it makes his teeth ache to know that he can't catch and kill something even if he wanted to. Then again, it wouldn't be a challenge of any kind, and that does take a lot of the fun out of it. There's bound to be things worth chasing in those distant trees.

Not caring much about the layout of the farm itself, he's just dying to explore elsewhere; they've only just touched down at their destination and already Omega is ready to leave, to run off toward those mountains and see how long it takes to reach them. Maybe the sky would swallow him. Standing beside the truck with Blue, he's captivated by the landscape around them, letting the wind breeze past them from the miles of grass, the scent of everything new mixing with the scent of his mate to create an aroma he could chase without ever touching the ground.

But Blue heads in the other direction and he promptly follows. She still has to decide where she'd like to sleep, after all, because that's exactly where he'll be. The barn ahead of them smells like cow and hay and sawdust. Omega considers suggesting that they just sleep out on the hill under the stars.

Blue wanted to see everything. Touch everything. Run her hands over the rough textures of weathered boards, breathe the grasses waving beneath that wide open sky. She managed the first, pausing just inside the barn, one hand on the roughened wooden door. It was dim within, and smelled of bovine and sawdust; she bit back a sneeze.

Hmmm...

She turned eyes to her mate, standing beside her looking unimpressed. She had to stifle a smirk. "Where should we sleep? There's a hayloft up there, might be warmer than anywhere else." She sniffed again. "It does smell a lot like cow in here, though." Which wasn't exactly the best thing to wake up to in the middle of the night when one was hungry.

Rather than answer immediately, Omega does stroll inside and take a very thorough look around. It's large, and the cows are on the opposite end of the barn; the wide doors both on the ground and into the hayloft do create a decent airflow, so even though the smell is noticeable, it's not smothering. And the hayloft itself is above the main doors, so they have the privacy of hearing someone come in well before anyone might be able to see them.

"It's fine," he concludes, glancing sideways at her. "We're not gonna find anything as good as our tree out here, anyway."

Still, he looks back out into the yard, and at the fields beyond, and the trees and the mountains beyond that, and after a moment or two he regards his mate again with the corners of his mouth twitching upward.

"But we don't have to decide right now, do we?"

Blue simply watched her mate investigate inside the barn, an odd little smile on her face, and shrugged to his query. No, they'd definitely not find anywhere to nest as perfect as their tree back on the California bluff.

Owen's pragmatism suggested that they settle their duffels in the hayloft, make sure everything was prepared before moving on to something else, but Omega's apparent enthusiasm to burst all over this particular valley was almost tangible.

"I don't guess, no."

She shoved her hands in the pockets of her cutoffs and leaned a shoulder against the edge of the big wooden door. "What you wanna do instead?"

For a harsh instant, she is so unbelievably irresistible that all context completely flies out the window of his own head, and he might have tackled her into the nearest pile of hay if he didn't come to his senses a second later. But he still comes back to her with that smirk growing across his face, and leans against the inside of the door with his arm against the frame.

Omega has never had duffels before. He's barely even had supplies. Hell, he's never traveled with more than the clothes on his back until now, and he feels nothing tying him here, to the barn or the house or even the farm itself. His only tether rests with Blue, and he'll go where she does.

Of course, he's been coaxing her to run away with him since the day they met. Why stop now?

"Anything." He raises an eyebrow and tilts his head briefly toward the fields. "Let's see what this place is hiding."

It was still more than enough to arrest her breath, watching her mate...prowl as he did. There was not a day that passed in which she didn't find him incredibly appealing, regardless of his moods. Which, granted, had been conceivably smooth of late, although Blue felt that she was the grouch most of the time.

Nevertheless, her breath did catch in her throat as Omega sauntered up to lean against the door himself, and she watched the thoughts play over his face--readable as a book, at least to her--and her return grin was just as coquettish, almost sly. Blue took a step forward, bringing them tantalizingly close, and placed five fingertips to Omega's chest before she rose up on her tiptoes to capture his mouth for a heated, albeit frustratingly brief, kiss.

"I like the sound of that," she breathed hotly across his lips. Then blue eyes sparkled and she grinned outright. "--race you!" And quick as a flash, she whirled and took off for the wide open fields, long dark hair flying out behind her.

Electricity spiders outwards from those five delicate points of contact, and that kiss might as well be a bolt of lightning for how hard it strikes him. Everything between them weighs more now, everything is more significant, and even the smallest caress is lethal because Omega can't answer them the way he really wants to.

But it's also been a long damn time since he could run, and now he's finally getting that chance.

Just like last night, when he'd gone racing after her across an open field, terrorizing a small herd of cows, a split second after she darts away Omega immediately gives chase. Lucky for her that she's not his prey, because with the sky urging him on and the wind in the grass beneath his feet, he'd run her down in an instant; but together they urge each other faster, and Omega laughs as the mountains rise higher and the trees loom at the edge of the landscape.

There was nothing for miles around to slow them down. The grass seemed to stretch on forever, with the trees, as tall as they were, still just a dark fringe at the edge of the horizon, with the purple mountains clawing high above their tops. Blue tossed her head, sensing her mate close behind, and kicked it up a notch, feeling adrenaline flood her system and her vision sharpened to almost needle-like focus.

Omega's laughter rang in her ears and Blue had to smile; hearing his amused outbursts never failed to thrill her. She leapt a small depression as if it weren't even there, landing perfectly and streaking off again. But she'd been cooped up indoors for nearly two months; it was disappointingly soon when she felt her muscles begin to protest and she forced herself to slow down, then more, a trotting jog, and finally halted altogether, only to collapse with breathless laughter in the field of waving wildflowers and fragrant grass, the setting sun coating the entire landscape in shades of soft orange and gold.

Propelled by such energy, Omega almost doesn't notice when his mate starts to lag behind; he would swear if asked that he could run straight to the top of those mountains, and a lunatic urge grips him to snatch her hand and just take her with him. But he hits the brakes when it's clear she isn't going any farther, grinning at her delight and the sight of his beautiful mate rolling around in the grass.

He flops down next to her, the two of them sending up a burst of scents from the earth, strong and so different from their mountain back home. The mountains and the trees are still there, way off and beckoning, but glittering blue eyes are captivated by the female hybrid laughing happily in streaks of sunlight.

Still laughing, Blue rolled over to flop across Omega's chest, eyes sparkling with too-long forgotten merriment. "...that was fun," she huffed, blowing stray hair out of her eyes. "...although I'm not really in shape anymore, ugh." She flopped back over to lie beside him, head pillowed on his shoulders.

Gazing up at the darkening sky, Blue automatically began to count the stars, twinkling into view overhead. "It just goes on and on," she mused quietly, waving one hand from horizon to horizon. "I thought the sky back home was big. But Owen wasn't kidding when he called this place 'Big Sky Country'."

Sitting up on her elbows, she craned her head to look over at the trees, still a good distance away. "You think we should go so far so soon? Owen'll be looking for us before long."

He smirks at the top of her head. "We'll fix that."

The view would be better with her in it, but having her warmth against his side and the slight weight of her head on his shoulder is almost as good. Omega is so busy just enjoying their closeness that he almost doesn't hear what she says. In fact, it would have been easy up until right this second to forget that they left anything or anyone behind them at all.

Naturally, his tone may suggest as much. "Why did he bring us out here?" Omega folds his arms under his head. "We do this all the time."

"At home, yeah." Where they knew their mountain inside and out, backwards and forwards. Here, there were so many unknowns that it was hard to imagine them all. But, on the other hand, sussing out territory was part of their instinctual make up, which was why Blue's eyes again turned towards the deepening line of trees across the field.

"Well, he did say something about wanting all of us to at least eat together once while we were here." She tilted her head to smirk over at her mate. "You were snoring during that conversation, so you probably missed it." Although the thought of sitting down and trying to actually have a meal with her siblings, her mate, his siblings, Owen, the doc, and Owen's dad sort of terrified her right now.

"...maybe later in the week would be better, though."

Omega doesn't bother arguing with that because she's almost certainly right. He doesn't even roll his eyes when she brings up a family meal, mostly because he doubts very much that will actually happen on the first night here. Five minutes in the presence of her Alpha's father and even Omega can see that he isn't the only one less than keen on the idea.

"You'll hear him if he calls," Omega points out, ignoring the fact that she very well may not if they get as far away from the farm as he's hoping to go. But it's open fields, and the wind carries, and Owen has a very sharp whistle meant specifically to catch the attention of distant raptor hybrids. So, Omega is prepared to insist a little. "Let's see what's in the trees. Then we can go back, if you want."

To be perfectly honest, Blue didn't need much more convincing. She was itching to explore those tantalizing woods herself, which was why she grinned fiendishly, rolled up to her feet, shook the grass and dandelion fluff out of her hair, and started skipping her way towards the trees, giggling at her mate doing the same.

And as it turned out, the woods began a bit further than Blue first realized; the clear mountain air was so sharp it bent distances, making things seem closer than they actually were. When she was close enough to actually touch the first needles, the farm was just a small dot in the middle of the prairie, nearly swallowed by the mountains beyond it.

Oh, well.

The sun had fully set by now, and the night was coming alive with the evening chorus of insects and other nocturnal creatures. The moon was just a sliver, but it and the starlight provided enough for raptor-hybrids to see by well enough. The pines were thick, a carpet of old needles covering the forest's floor, but their scent was heavenly and Blue breathed it in, almost ghosting through the staggered trunks.

A brown and white flash suddenly caught her eye and she trilled sharply in alert--a deer bounded just in front of her, and her hungry stomach bolted her straight into action. The uneven tree trunks made following it challenging, but if she and her mate couldn't take it down, no one could.

The deeper the darkness becomes, the sharper Omega's very blood feels in his veins, all his senses focused and every nerve alert to the falling night.

This is his favorite time. Past twilight, when the shadows streak with moonlight or even when the clouds plunge the world into a dark so thick you could reach out and touch it. Their eyes are clear, and the scent of night is different from the day, and cooler. Omega shivers. It's been so long since the last time he went running across a landscape that couldn't stop him -- perhaps even longer since he hunted--

Which is too bad for a certain deer with spectacularly awful timing.

Blue may have lost a bit of steam over the last month, but the two of them are never out of sync in pursuit of prey. Their prehistoric blood takes over, and although the trees force them to weave back and forth, the deer also has to bound this way and that to avoid them, a difficult challenge made worse by the two hybrids flanking it and closing fast.

All it takes is a single break in the trees to the left. Omega leaps between them with a snarl and catches the deer by the neck mid-spring, and the two of them crash into the underbrush, hooves flailing.

The sight of Omega diving full-tilt at the unfortunate buck with both of them landing in a tangle of berry bushes was enough to bring her up short, blinking incredulously, then immediately falling apart with a fit of the giggles. The bushes rattled in response, but Blue could only lean against a nearby aspen and chortle in breathless delight.

Finally, finally everything calmed, and she wasn't too surprised to see her mate pop up from the greenery, triumphant, and drag the kill out behind him. She swallowed her lingering chortles and grinned. "The mighty hunter," she intoned. Blue licked the pad of her thumb and cleaned a smear of blood off of Omega's chin. "So messy..." But it was a gentle tease, not a true chiding.

His kills are never as graceful as hers -- it was only very recently that he learned to bring down small animals without an explosion of feathers or fur -- but they are efficient; the animal is dead while its legs are still up in the air. Blood stains the leaves and the grass and his sharp, gleaming teeth.

Omega pulls Blue in and kisses her with the blood still on his tongue.

Whether that took the edge off or put a whole new one back on is too soon to say, but he's high on adrenaline and gratification and having here here with him for the very first kill he's made since Isla Sorna could be enough to carry him all the way up the mountain in a single breath.

The taste of his bloody mouth nearly left her swooning.

God, but she'd forgotten! So lost in her own head had she been of late that Blue had completely put aside the thrill of the hunt, the taste of the kill, and the reward of the meal. She'd been afraid, when the rest of the world should have been trembling in fear of her.

A purred snarl rippled from her mouth to her mate's, and Blue's hands fisted in the front of his shirt.

The deer's blood-scent was strong, filling the air around them with copper and the tantalizing smell of fresh, warm meat. Blue pulled Omega closer, her back pressing against the nearby tree's rough bark. She couldn't help twisting against him, kisses becoming rough, hungry.

"...I wanna kill something else," she growled in a voice dark with heat and animal lust.

He shouldn't have done that. His blood was already running too hot, and the curl of her talons in his shirt to drag him closer all but douses him in gasoline. Omega just barely manages to catch at the tree instead of her because his claws rake the bark instead of tearing fabric, and for every kiss she answers, the next one is harder.

He ignores the deer. No matter how strong or sweet the aroma of death may be around them, it doesn't compare to her presence and the command she has over his body, even when she doesn't realize it, even when she shouldn't.

"Name it," he purrs into her mouth, a low and wicked promise.

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Right now, Blue honestly didn't care, as long as whatever they caught bled and did so profusely. But she knew that to let the inner beast loose entirely was not only foolish, but also dangerous. Yet it was very difficult to drive back the teeth snapping in her own ears, especially with Omega's hot breath on her lips, his blood-wet mouth so firm and sure on hers, and the barely leashed tension she could feel vibrating all through him.

Blue did manage a moment's sympathy for the poor undeserving tree, at least.

She knew she needed to come down from the high, before one or the both of them crossed the boundary of no return. And her mind betrayed her again. But for once, there was no ghost lurking behind her eyes, no rattle of chain echoing in her ears. Just the veil of starlight and the sound of the night wind high in the pines.

And Omega, dark and hot and wicked and so very eager against her. Blue bit back a low, needful moan. But was unable to let go long enough to break their feverish embrace.

Omega is not in control. His ability to resist her as been questionable at best ever since he met her, and with his quota for her affection severely under-filled lately he's struggled to hold himself back from even the smallest taste she's given him. Each one has been bolder than the last over the past few days, and his resolve is crumbling -- no, not that. He wants to keep her safe from the demons still prowling her head. But he's it's getting hard to remember.

The weight of his body pins her against the tree, deepening the kiss to pure sin and dragging his claws down the tree in lieu of drawing white lines across her soft, warm flesh. It's only when he notices the telltale stirring inside his dark jeans that he gathers whatever grain of sense remains to him. Bared fangs scrape her lip, and he draws in a sharp hiss, pulling no further away from her than it takes to do so.

He's breathing hard, talons half-embedded in the wood at her back. If he touches her, he won't have a chance in hell.

The bark's coarse scrape against old scars was uncomfortable enough to knock Blue out of the lust-filled haze she'd been drowning in, but she still couldn't disengage her claws from Omega's shirt. She'd been careful not to prick his skin, but the overwhelming desire to just...devour him in any way she possibly could was still running thick and strong in her blood, as hot as it was.

He hissed across her lips, and Blue licked them clean of him and the deer's blood, whimpering a soft high moan when the tip of her tongue brushed against his mouth. This was agony; the uncertainty, the hesitation still holding her back from what her body absolutely craved. Her skin felt afire, feverish, with only one way to cool it.

Blue opened her eyes, and a snarl curled her lip.

"Fuck me, Omega." Not a request, a demand. "Right here, right now, no matter what." He'd promised to burn it all out of her, after all. "Do it, make all of me yours again.."

So much for having a chance.

Perhaps to his credit, instead of ravishing her in the instant those words left her mouth, Omega stares at her in disbelief, and a little uncertainty -- does she know what she's saying, because the leash wrapped around her fingers is the only thing holding him back. But it's too late for second guessing. All hesitation disintegrates in the savage kiss that crushes his mouth to hers, and Omega's claws leave the bark to grab her by the hips and jerk them roughly into his. The barest grind against his stiffening cock makes him buck.

Should any complaints find their way out of her mouth between his ravenous kisses, he might not even hear them. There is a roaring in his ears, the sound of his blood pulsing high and hot, and it reverberates with his own snarl of primal need.

The animal he used to be would have torn her clothes to shreds in the effort to get at her, get in her, but Omega drags his hands up her sides and brings her shirt with it, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside into the woods. Rather than slowing down for hungry touches and kisses on newly bared skin, Omega just drops his claws to the front of her jeans and practically yanks them open in his eagerness to shove them down her hips.

He doesn't want to hurt her. He won't. But he can't stop, he has to touch her and his cock is getting harder by the second and -- god, he's wanted her -- he can barely stop kissing her to breathe.

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.

Even though a small voice in his head tells him that there's a reason to hold back, Omega has completely forgotten that InGen ever existed, or Hoskins, or even the islands they came from. He doesn't have a thought to spare for her sisters, his brothers, her Alpha, the doctor. Even the deer carcass lying feet away has become a distant afterthought.

Every kiss brings their bodies closer together, and he already can't breathe without feeling her heartbeat in his chest. No sooner has she pulled his fingers to the thin fabric of her panties than Omega shreds them like tissue paper, dragging the ribbons down her thigh as he pulls it tighter against his hip. But he's not just clawing at her like a rabid animal, mindless with unsatisfied lust. She is holding him against her, trying to wrap herself around him one limb at a time, kissing him just as ravenously, making sounds into his mouth that will give him shivers for days. The strained bulge in his jeans is starting to kill him a little.

But the human part of him shoves everything else aside for one heated moment in the middle of the hurricane, when he pins her fully to the tree and buries both hands in her hair and kisses her because he loves her, not because he wants to fuck her inside out.

It's long and full, and by the time it ends his hands are back down her body, greedily shaping out her waist and hips on their way to the zipper of his pants. Omega just shoves them open and down, and groans against her lips once his cock is finally free, sliding obscenely against the groove of her hip. He doesn't bother to undress himself any further. One more time he runs his hands over her gorgeous form, before he catches the back of her thighs and lifts: his lips touch hers with a gasp but don't fully connect when his cock slides easily against the slickness between her legs.

Claws sink a little more into her flesh, and his forehead touches hers, and he tilts her up when his hips rock forward, angling her just right to take him, and he buries himself fully inside her for the first time in too damn long. The heat of her body is almost too much, it surrounds his cock and keeps going to scorch him from head to toe, and he promised to feed it until it sears every last trace of their enemies from her being. Omega hooks an arm beneath her to brace her up, and slams a hand to the tree so that he doesn't shove her brutally up against the rough bark when he thrusts in -- finally, finally becoming one with his mate for the first time since InGen tried to take her away from him.

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