"Fine," he grouched. "Only because you told me to."
It didn't take long for his teeth to sink into the exact spot Elysian's had, for him to dig his fangs into the bite, soft and gentle. For him to drink long fat, lazy gulps. And oddly the feeling of jealousy grew, had slick pooling in his underwear, soaking through. He begged for it to remain in his pants, to not flood the bed,. He didn't taste her memories, but he felt as if he could reach them, for her emotions were warm, velvety, bubbly caramel salt. And he resisted the urge to whine pathetically, to gulp it all down and press his body tighter to hers so that he might be a little closer.
"Fuck you for tasting so good," he groaned, voracious, unbelievably needy. But he didn't feel like a predator, he felt like prey, felt as if she were toying with him, slipping slow and steady into his heart as she filled his veins. He wanted her, God, he hated himself, but he wanted her, wanted her like he needed her. "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you."
"I'm only letting you do this because you're sick," she mumbled when he drank slow and lazy, teeth itching to sink into the bite again and again. He took small sips, dragging it all out and he could smell her arousal now, a dripping sugar that had his eyes rolling back. It had his tongue painting her skin, had his lips pressed to her neck, pursed kisses. "You're playing with your food," she teased.
"I'm doing you a fucking favour," he complained. "Does it hurt?"
"N-No—"
"Feels good doesn't it?" he continued pressing little kisses over her neck, tongue fondling the bite, closing it and then reopening it to drink. Her gasps were ecstasy, the shiver of her thighs felt like euphoria. His cock throbbed and swayed. "Feels like I'm tonguing your clit, doesn't it?"
"I-Icarus—"
"Like I've got my mouth all over your pussy. You like that. I know you do." He went quiet for a moment. "It will never hurt when it's me."
"I know."
There was a pause, a pause in time with his arms around her, his cheek on her shoulder. Their breaths in time, their hearts slowing. And Icarus sighed. God, he couldn't do it, he thought he could, believed himself capable of wrecking through her. But their union felt special, like living, like breathing, and he couldn't bring himself to destroy it with questions, with queries, with attacks.
He couldn't bring himself to hurt her after all that she had gone through.
He was a pussy.
"Are you upset that it was Elysian?" he mumbled, and she blinked. He didn't know why the question had spilt from his tongue, but his heartrate soared, nerves growing, belly churning. Worry, fear, anxiety.
"Why'd you say that?"
"Maybe," he whispered, disappointment flavouring his tongue, "it could have been someone else?"
"Like who?"
"Uh," he shrugged. His heart suddenly raced as he sat straighter. "Forget it, whatever."
"You?" She turned to look, her lashes fluttering, her eyes seemed to sparkle. "I wouldn't mind that." Fuck. His heart leapt to his throat.
"I wouldn't want you as my fucking mate," Icarus growled, but inside, he was sweating. A pause. "I mean, I wouldn't do it like that. I'd take my time. I'd give us both a choice. Not the fucked up shit Elysian's got with you." He shook his head. "I meant Zen."
"Zen?" She paused, and he prepared himself for the answer, for the nodded yes. "No, not Zen. Never Zen."
The surprise flashed through him. "But you like him the most—"
"He left me to die."
Icarus was speechless at that, wordless, as he held her.
"If I liked someone like that, I'd be insane." Quinn shrugged. "I knew this would happen. People lie all the time."
"He had his reasons," Icarus found himself trying to explain for his mate.
"And I have mine," she turned to him to smile. "Why do you think Elysian is ignoring me?"
"He's just…" Icarus shrugged, thankful for the change of topic. He swallowed hard. "Getting pulverised by our mates."
"Of course he is."
"It's all just damage control for the shit he did. He'll be back to take you into his arms. He wouldn't have bitten you if he didn't give a fuck."
"Do they hate me?"
"No," Icarus replied. "Just concerned that you'll hurt Elysian."
"But how could I?" Quinn sighed. "He has six other mates." And Icarus blinked, suddenly understanding that Quinn didn't know what it was like to be newly mated.
"When he has his Heat," Icarus said, "you'll have to fuck him now, you know that right? His Omega will beg for you, for his new mate to take him, to complete the bond. It will happen soon." Her body grew still, a flush on her cheeks, her body warming, redness spreading across pale skin. And he wondered how far it'd go, vanishing under her clothes. "It's a concern for us."
"Because you're worried that I might do something wrong?" She lowered her gaze. "I don't know how to ease an Omega through their Heat." She turned to him then, and he was startled by her closeness, by the press of her to his chest. Her lips mere centimetres from his own and his heart seemed to stop. "You'll help me right?"
"W-with what?" Fuck her for the stars in her eyes.
"Helping Elysian."
His cheeks burned then, tongue flopping. He knew what would happen if he were to be in the same fucking room. The begging he'd do, the leaking of his cock, the puppy-like panting. He'd lose himself in the anticipation, would descend into Heat, would sink his cock into her folds and fuck her until she was soaking him through. And he'd spread himself wide for her.
He'd ask for a mating bite.
He'd beg for it.
He couldn't.
"You knew what to do with Rowan."
"It's not the same," she turned to press her knees to her cheeks, scooping herself closer. "I've never met an Omega in Heat."
But you have, his mind whispered. You just don't remember. And the thought suddenly struck him. What if, he wondered, what if Quinn were to remember her days as Euodia? Would it break her? Would it change her? His expression grew grim, pressed into a thin heavy line.
Fuck.
He couldn't allow that to happen. He'd watch her, force her to drop her guard, wait for her to slip once she believed them all pathetically in love. Perhaps, Icarus would lean into his weaknesses, perhaps he'd harness his desires and pretend to be weakened by love. He'd catch her unguarded, peel back her layers until Euodia revealed herself. And he spoke then an angry smile on his lips, his eyes darkening with his determination. "That would be cruel, to force me to help you."
Her confusion showed on her face, an adorable little tilt of her head, the scrunch of her brow. "Cruel?"
"I don't think you understand, I'm jealous of him too." He messed his hair, let out a long sigh. "We all are in our own ways. Fucking envious."
"W-what do you mean?"
He snorted, mouth quirking into a smirk. It was odd that the lie flowed with an escalating heart rate, that his cheeks burned, that sweat beaded on his forehead. "I wanted to be your mate too. I wanted to fuck you. Quinn, I'm in love with you. Don't you know that?"
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