Dante
Pain.
The fiery pit of it roared through his veins like needles tearing through muscle. A sickly poison had entered his body, melting his control, boiling his Rampage. The burning was indescribable, and his power flickered into a mere spark. Yet despite it all, he continued holding onto Rue, protecting her from danger with his own body. His arms remained wrapped around her as they were swallowed deeper into walls that he once believed to be impenetrable.
A mistake.
His pride had prevented him from seeing the possibilities. His stubbornness had led his entire pack in danger. It was fucking pathetic of him to be mired by jealousy, crippled by his obstinacy. He'd been unable to acknowledge the growing want that blossomed in his chest for the Omega. And so, he'd acted like a spoilt brat.
Idiot. He was a fucking idiot.
A moment of darkness collapsed his mind, oxygen stolen from his chest. Then a shuddering pull at his soul had him blinking awake, trying to see through the sticky ink. His eyes regained focus on Rue. Rue who glowed like a storm, like a Zeus, like a queen.
She was drenched in the blue of the skies, alight with raw power hoisted from his soul. A spark that he recognised as his own crackled across her skin, and something screamed, scattering backwards from her attack, its silhouette fading into the darkness. The monster.
His mind swayed, his body growing hotter, burned brighter. Her fingers twitched and his lightning stabbed into the oily dark that threatened to swallow them whole. It pulsed against the walls. His dick throbbed.
She was using his powers.
She saved their lives.
How the fuck was she doing that?
The veil of dreams swallowed him once more.
When Dante woke again, it was to walls higher than before. A cave-like structure towered over him, monstrous in its space, horrifying with its endless depth. He could barely sense his pack, like a distant star in a cloudy sky, throbbing lightly at the back of his mind. The bond in his chest whimpered from the concern they felt for him, the call dulled by his injuries and muted from the hive. The beast must have dragged them deeper into its home and enclosed them with technology that prevented teleportation.
Dante was propped against a wall, the obsidian rock rippling as if the surface could breathe. It deviated and merged like the chest of a moving creature, dripping with mucous and ink. The fucking walls could move, could separate like veils in the shadows, like a sentient creature. It rippled, mirroring his every breath, sticky on his back.
He was a motherfucking idiot.
His hand was on his neck, blood wet on his palm. The wound was still there—fresh, raw, and dangerous. He would heal if it weren't for the fucking poison that had been pumped through his veins, acid to his organs. Rue, his mind reminded him, panic searing across his mind. Where was she? There was weakness in his limbs when he tried to move, to stand. He trembled.
The sweetness in the air was what crippled him and had his cock pulsing between his thighs. The zing of pleasure bubbled deep from his groin, growing in his belly. It was a muted nectar that wafted closer as she appeared in the distance. He squinted towards the pool at the heart of the space, a mirror of silver puddled on the ground. Rue stood like a siren emerging from the shadows. Her skin seemed too pale in the darkness, her lips too fucking red. There was no bubble over her head to protect her from the toxins in the air, to protect him from her scent. He inhaled sharply, panic rising into a crescendo.
They were both breathing the fucking air.
"It's okay." Rue's voice was soft, gentle, sweet, vowels tinged with a new sugar he hadn't noticed before. His mind felt as if it were melting. "The air doesn't affect me the way I thought it would." But it was affecting him, tainting his thoughts, turning him into a basal creature, forcing him deep into Hell. "I doubt the drug's there."
It wasn't?
How could that be?
Dante felt like he was fucking dying.
He choked back a strangled groan. His Rampagewas growing like hunger, roaring to the front of his mind like a beast, sweat on his temple. His thoughts were filthy despite her clothed figure, his dick straining for cunt, plump between her hips, lush with promise. And suddenly he wanted to ruin her, wanted to slap his dick over those lips and ruin her face with a sticky pearl. His mouth began to fill, gums itching, tongue thick with desire.
My Omega.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
Dante's voice was a whisper, eyes on the curve of her lip. He strained. "I need…" He gritted his teeth, the wound on his neck had him feeling dizzy. But it might be because of her, because of his desperation to taste her everywhere—to take, to fuck, to plough. He panted. "I need you," he explained sharply, teeth clenched so hard there was the light taste of rust on his tongue, his jaw clamped so tight the muscles pulsed. He was afraid of hurting her, afraid of ruining something he didn't understand. He was afraid of destroying her.
Rue nodded and leaned in closer, lips puckered. The usual on the menu.
"No." He was burning with restriction, holding himself back so hard it felt as if he were on fire. "Omega," his voice had fallen into a growl, twisted and strangled as if tortured. "I need more than just a kiss if you want me to live." Her eyes were widening then, darting to his wound and then back to his face. Her tongue flicked to wet the drying seams of her lips, and his cock throbbed. Please, he wept inside, his Alpha was begging for her, monstrous with need, with lust wrapped in survival. He felt rock crush under his fingers, his knuckles all white, and his chest heaved. "Pretty Omega," he groaned, "please."
Her surprise was torture, her gaze honed on the rise and fall of his chest, her mouth falling open in shock. But the seriousness of his tone had her quickly understanding the situation. He did not need to snarl at her once more for her to agree."Fine, I'm only doing this because you saved my life." Her glare was infuriating. "And I don't like being indebted to you."
He stole her into his arms with a growl.
Dante kissed her as if his life depended on it, tongue fucked her mouth like a cunt. He was insatiable as he drank from her lips, taking her guidance with a greed that he had never experienced before. He could smell her pussy, spewing sweet, honeyed slick between her thighs, dribbling as she tilted her pelvis against his. Rue pressed closer, sweet, delicious friction dragged roughly over his cock. A thrust. He groaned, but it wasn't fucking enough. The crystal-like pool of her guiding barely making a dent in his darkness.
He couldn't hold back.