To ruin an Omega

Chapter 172: Need 2 (M)

HAZEL

He crossed the bathroom in three steps. His hands were warm on my shoulders. “What I mean to say is that it’s skewed. You would never hurt someone that willingly.”

“You don’t know that.”

“He still forced himself on you. Didn’t he?”

The question hung between us. I wanted to say yes. Somehow, I wanted this. I wanted to make him believe that was true. But I knew the truth. The tape had revealed everything. Had shown exactly what I’d done.

“And the rubbish spreading about your sister and how good she is” Baruch’s voice hardened. “I’ve seen it firsthand. What kind of evil bitch she can be. I don’t believe a thing they say.”

His hands moved to the zipper. He worked it down slowly, carefully, until the dress loosened around my shoulders. The relief was immediate.

“I know she’s making you an enemy as some sort of payback. Probably for what happened in the dressing room.” He helped me slide the dress down my arms. “But I’m on your side.”

“My parents aren’t.” The words came out flat. Empty. “They’ll probably throw me to the beast’s teeth if this gets too hard.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

I stepped out of the dress and left it pooled on the bathroom floor. At the sink, I rinsed my mouth with water, swishing and spitting until the bitter taste faded. The mirror showed a stranger staring back at me. Pale skin, hollow eyes, bruised hands. Though much much better.

My phone sat in my clutch on the bed. I grabbed it along with the business card, the white rectangle bright against my palm. The number typed in easily despite my shaking fingers. I saved it under Gabriel.

“But I’m not going to take it without putting up a fucking fight.”

“We could run away.”

I laughed again, but this time it was genuine. Almost fond. “I love when you’re such a dumb himbo.”

“Hazel—”

“I’m not running.” I stalked toward him, each step deliberate. “I’m taking this head on.”

My hand slid down his stomach, feeling the muscles behind the fabric tense beneath my touch. His breath caught when I reached into his pants, into his briefs. His skin was warm and I pressed closer, my lips brushing his ear.

“Can you help me take my mind off things?”

“Tensions are high.” His voice was strained. “Omegas and sentinels must be gossiping like crazy now. Especially about how I held you and brought you here. We shouldn’t feed the rumors.”

I smiled against his neck. “You’re even hotter when you’re being semi-smart.” My fingers tightened. “But I much prefer Dumbo right now.”

Before he could respond, I grabbed his collar and kissed him.

My mouth crashed into his, claiming, possessive, all teeth and heat at first before slowing into something deeper. I kissed him like I owned him, like the world outside this room did not exist. Like every whisper and judgment could burn for all I cared.

He groaned softly, hands coming up instinctively, fingers curling into my sleeves as if grounding himself.

I pulled back just enough to look at him, my forehead resting against his.

“Let them talk,” I murmured.

I then pinned him against the wall, my hands fisting his shirt, and with a growl, I tore it open. Buttons flew, scattering like tiny, defeated soldiers across the floor. His eyes widened, surprise and panic flickering in them.

“Hazel, I still have to leave.”

I hated when he was rational. So I silenced him with a kiss. A hard, demanding kiss that forced his lips apart, my tongue invading his mouth without invitation. He tried to take control, his hands gripping my hips, but I was having none of it. I was in charge here.

“Shut up, Baruch,” I muttered against his lips, my hands already moving to his pants, popping the button open, yanking the zipper down. His breath hitched, but I didn’t give him time to protest. My hand slipped inside, past the fabric of his briefs, finding him hard and ready. He moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my lips, but I didn’t let up. I stroked him, my grip firm, my movements sure. It must have burned, the friction of my hand against his skin, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pushed into my touch, his body betraying his earlier protests.

“Hazel,” he gasped, his hands moving to my wrists, trying to slow me down, to regain some semblance of control. But I was too far gone. I needed this, needed him, to silence the chaos in my head, to drown out the whispers and the accusations. I pushed him back against the wall, my hand moving faster, my kiss turning brutal. He groaned, his body tensing, his hands fisting in my hair. I could feel him getting closer, his breath coming in short gasps, his body trembling. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not until I’d chased away the demons, not until I’d claimed him, marked him as mine.

“Hazel,” he panted, his voice ragged, his body arching into mine. I could feel him pulsing in my hand, could feel his release coming. And then he was there, his body convulsing, his mouth open in a silent scream. I swallowed his moans, my kiss never letting up, my hand never stopping until he was spent, until he was slumped against me, his body boneless, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

I pulled back, my hand leaving his pants, my lips leaving his mouth. He looked at me, his eyes glazed, his chest heaving. I smiled, a slow, satisfied smile. I’d claimed him, marked him as mine. And I wasn’t done yet. I could see the fight in his eyes, the determination to regain control, to take back the reins. But I wasn’t ready to let him. Not yet. Not until I’d had my fill. Not until I’d chased away the darkness.

“Now that the precum is out of your system. Fuck me senseless.”