Chapter 94 Admit you want me
Elric's POV
Before he can recover I force my knee between his thighs, spreading them apart and pinning him in a vulnerable state.
I lean in close, my free hand planted beside his head.
He is breathing fast, his gaze furious.
But just as quick, his other hand snaps up, fingers wrapping around my throat and clenching.
“Get. Off. Me.” Omar grits out.
I smile wider, deliberately taking another bite from the fruit. Sweet juice runs down my chin, dripping onto my jaw.
I’m literally being choked but I still won’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he's hurting me.
My smirk slowly falls as Omar's eyes drop, trailing the liquid sliding down my throat.
I nearly choke when his eyes darken, his teeth clamping down on his lower lip. The pink flesh turns red in an instant.
My knees nearly buckle.
Why is he looking at me like that?
Why do I feel so hot all of a sudden?
My leg slips further between his legs and my thigh presses up against him, right where he’s not-so-soft.
Omar makes a choked sound. Yet he manages to entrance me with it somehow.
Still I snap out of it once I'm shoved back. He’s panting, chest rising and falling like he’s run ten miles. His eyes are wild, his lips parted as though he can't get sufficient air past his nose.
For one endless heartbeat we just stare at each other, the pear long forgotten in my hand.
Reminding me of how fast my father abandoned me and mom, Omar turns and walks away, without saying a word.
I watch him go, my heart hammering so hard it physically hurts.
I stand there like a fool, the half-eaten pear still dripping sticky juice between my fingers. My throat burns where his hand was, my thigh humming from that accidental brush, and that sound he made… goddess, that sound.
I shake my head, determined to not overthink this.
Then he stops.
Omar turns around so fast it's almost threatening. He looks mad as he marches back toward me, one finger pointed like a knife straight at my chest.
“We need to break it,” he hisses, his voice low yet sharp. “Now. Here. Where we have the privacy to.”
I blink, confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Omar’s frown deepens, carving lines into that unfairly perfect face.
He steps closer until his finger jabs into my sternum.
“The bond, you idiot. We need to break the bond. I’m sure you don’t want this any more than I do. All we have to do is say the words in agreement, and we’re free to…”
“I won’t do it.” I blurt out, my lips moving before I think it.
Omar stops for a moment. His eyes widen, then narrow again. “What?”
“I said I won’t do it.” I cross my arms, leaning back against the tree he was just pinned to, a smirk tugging at my lips despite the chaos in my chest.
What better way is there to infuriate the king’s perfect little pet than this? Being his mate has to be the most infuriating thing in his life. Why should I take that away from him?
To have the ability to make him want me against that pride of his, to have him aching for something he despises.
It's perfect.
I'm the right doze of madness he needs to keep me satisfied.
Omar’s finger drops, but his hand curls into a fist at his side. “You’re joking. You have to be joking. We’ve hated each other since we could walk. You think I want to be tied to a brute like you? Some overgrown sergeant who can’t follow a simple order without turning it into a fucking contest?”
I laugh, realizing he still hasn't let go of that one time. “Hate? Is that what you call this? Because from where I’m standing, that little noise you made when my thigh…”
“Shut your mouth!” He steps even closer, chest heaving, his breath hot against my face.
Cedar and citrus flood my senses again, mixing with the pear’s sweetness until I’m dizzy with it.
“This bond is a curse. A fucking mistake! The moon goddess must’ve been drunk when she paired us. You’re everything I can’t stand!” He seethes and then proceeds to list off my qualities.
“Arrogant, reckless, always charging in like a bull with no plan. And now you want to keep the bond? Why? So you can lord it over me? So you can run me crazy?!”
I uncross my arms, pushing off the tree until I’m towering over him. He doesn’t back down.
“Maybe I do. Maybe I like the idea of you squirming beneath me. Of knowing that every time you look at me, you feel a desire for me you can’t control, Omar. Your insanity just started, pet boy. Soon you'll be popping out your ass, begging me to fuck you.”
His lips part, and for a split second I see the vulnerability cracking through his fury. Then it’s gone and strongly replaced by pure rage.
“You bastard. You think this is a game? I’ve worked my ass off to get to where I am. I climbed ranks you couldn’t dream of touching. And now this? This tether to you? It’ll ruin everything. Break it, Elric. Say the fucking words. Or are you too much of a coward to let go?”
“Coward?” I grab his wrist, the one still half-raised like he might hit me again, and yank him closer.
Our bodies collide nearly painfully. “You’re the one running. You are the one hiding behind your rank, your smirks, your perfect little salutes. But I see you, Omar. I’ve always seen you. Those eyes that pretend they’re ice but turn sad and needy when no one’s looking. You want this. It's what you've always wanted. You hate that you want it, but you do. You belong to me.”
He twists in my grip, but I don’t let go. His free hand comes up, fisting in my shirt, pulling me down even as he snarls. “You don’t know shit about what I want. You’re a retard! Staring at me like a starving dog every time I turn my back. Admit it… you pathetic dog.”
I release his wrist and grab his jaw instead, tilting his head up, forcing those green eyes to lock on mine. “Look who's talking. You climbed that tree just to show off. Fell into my hands like you planned it. And that look you gave me, watching the juice drip down my chin like you wanted to lick it off yourself.”
His breath hitches. “I…I don’t..”
“Liar.” My thumb brushes his bottom lip, it's raw, wet and tender… tempting. “Say it. Admit you want me to kiss you right now.” I whisper, unable to look away, my heart pounding.
Omar’s hand tightens in my shirt, his nails digging through the cotton. “Fuck you, Elric.”
I don't let him say more before capturing his lips with mine.
I bite his lip, drawing a gasp, and he retaliates by sinking his teeth into mine. Blood mixes with the taste of pear and citrus, metallic and sweet. His hands slide up, one tangling in my hair, yanking hard enough to sting, the other clawing at my back.
I groan into his mouth, feeling the sound vibrating between us. My arms wrap around his waist, lifting him off the ground just enough to pin him back against the tree.
Omar's legs part instinctively, wrapping around my hips, and goddess, the friction… it's enough to make my vision blur.
His tongue glides over mine, and I meet him stroke for stroke, my greedy hands roaming under his shirt, over that soft skin I’ve imagined too many times.
With a whimper he arches into my touch. And dear moon, it's bliss. Pure, scorching bliss. The bond sparkles between us, pulling tighter with every gasp, every grind.
I could drown in this… pressed tight against him, dry humping, sweat clinging to my back… and never come up for air.
“Sergeant Elric?” A firm feminine voice slices through the haze.
We stop then pull apart sharply, gasping for air.
Omar’s lips are swollen, red and slick. Mine feel the same, tingling with a delicious sting.
His eyes meet mine, wide and dazed, and in that split second, I know it’s impossible. Impossible to stay away from this. From him.