Page 67 of Omega Forged (Hartlock Omegas #2)

“I couldn’t get enough of music, I breathed it.

My parents had to drag me away from practice, and I sometimes fell asleep on the bench.

Everything was right when I played. My parents paid for tutors.

But I had a natural talent my teachers had never seen before.

It felt like a superpower. Have you ever felt like that before, Tully? ”

“No.” Her whisper brushed against my ear.

“Suddenly, everyone was looking at me, waiting and watching for me to become a superstar. But I didn’t.

My fingers slipped on the keys, from anxiety, from strain.

That’s what I thought.” I held up my curled hand.

“You see this? Outside of piano, it’s fine.

There is nothing physically wrong with my hand.

It’s up here where the problem is. Neurological. ” I tapped my head.

Tully didn’t say anything, and I was grateful for that.

If she’d prodded or pressed, I would close up tight and lash out.

I never talked about playing the piano, and the reason I’d stopped.

How to explain the pressure, the weight of a thousand people’s opinions.

Worst of all, the two people who were supposed to love me no matter what.

It became the greatest source of my panic and stress.

It built and built and built. Until I folded under the weight.

It was easy to blame my hands, but the real problem went much deeper.

“When my mentor offered me drugs I could finally play without feeling like I was drowning. I didn’t realize it came at a cost, and the debt is still there.

It’s like a hungry mouth, never satisfied with what I give it.

I can’t play the piano properly anymore.

Not the way other people want to hear it, with beauty and skill. ” My shoulders sagged.

“I can’t imagine…” Tully’s whisper trailed off.

“Are you sad for me? Poor little Pan, perhaps?”

Tully shook her head, and I turned her jaw. My fingers bit into her smooth jawline.

“No? You don’t feel any pity for me?”

Her chin lifted, and my stomach clenched with excitement. “You don’t want it.”

“What do I want, little omega?” My insides boiled.

“Not words.” She slipped her small hand up my neck and collared my throat. My gulp worked past her unrelenting grip. Her gaze narrowed as she disassembled me. “You want games, right? But you like to lose.”

Fuck. How did she know me so well?

“Oh, my angel. Are you going to play with me?” My body trembled.

Tully flexed her fingers, and her smile flattened.

Tension crackled around us, and I sank into her rich, heady scent.

She knew what I wanted. Could feel it coursing through the link between us.

SubduX mimicked an omega, it made its users want to submit.

It took away all the sharp, harsh parts of my life and I could just follow.

But alphas shouldn’t follow. Since the Warrior created us, it’s been our nature to lead.

Tully hooked her finger under my collar and tugged me close to her. The one Walden claimed me with, even though he didn’t like the idea of owning me the way I craved.

Deep, dark needs that I couldn’t numb with alcohol. Tendrils that kept me awake at night.

“I remember my heat. You want to be my little bitch, don’t you?”

Her words hit me like a sucker punch, and I fell backward off the seat. My ass hit the marble floor. Tully tilted her head and the flush that crawled up her throat was the only sign her words shocked her too.

Gods, all at once, the crawling, scratching anger blinked out. Replaced by need so thick my tongue tangled.

“ Yes .” I choked on the assent, my mouth watered with possibilities.

She leaned forward and the point of her pink tongue darted out to coat her lips.

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“Don’t ask me, tell me.” I rolled my shoulders.

The heat of the moment ebbed, but she jerked her head at me.

“Sit, pup.”

I rolled to my knees.

“Stay.” A smile toyed with her lips.

She held me in the palm of her hand, and she could crush me. My chest was hot and heavy. I wanted this so much, to fall into the hard embrace of her promise and let myself be ruled. She was the queen of my heart, just like Walden was my king. I waited for her next instructions.

“Listen closely.” She tapped her ear and raked a discerning gaze over me.

Like she wasn’t sure if I was capable of it. Gods, I wanted to please her. It trembled through my limbs until it was hard for me to sit still. What had I even been upset about earlier? I could barely remember my name, just the desperate taste of bursting fig and sweet honey drenching the room.

Her pupils blew wide. “I’ve seen how you are with Walden, so eager, and you’re going to give me the same obedience, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I agreed in an instant, breathless.

“That was quick. But I don’t think you understand. You’re a pathetic little alpha who wants to please me. What does that make me?” She crooked her finger, and I shuffled closer.

She widened her legs and made space for me between them.

“Everything.”

Her hands cupped my face, so tender. She could cut me in two and I’d die smiling, for just the hint of her surprising dominance.

“I like that. My lapdog. Do you want to laze at my feet and be my plaything? Beg me to use you?”

“So bad,” I choked, and my voice didn’t sound like my own.

I floated half out of my body like I was high. My insides quivered with the need to please her, and I let her see the desire as I stared up at her. Walden treated me roughly, but I could never swallow the sweetness he gave me after. The shame was too thick.

But I would do anything she asked of me.

“You need a safe word.”

“It doesn’t matter.” I licked my lips and laid my hands on her knees.

She rapped the offending digits with a harsh slap, and I jerked them back, horrified that she might end our game before it started.

She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Disappointing me already. You do exactly as I say, and there will be no second chances if you mess this up. Give me a fucking safe word and this time, don’t argue.”

Her tone sent a shiver down my spine and my cock pressed against my jeans. My mind scrambled to find a word we could use to make sure Tully continued.

“Pianissimo.”

Tully gave me a smile, brilliant and wide, before she remembered she was supposed to be more domineering. The glee slid off, but her eyes still danced. If I could bottle up that expression, it might cure me. What had changed for her to give me this gift?

“You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” She slapped her palm on my cheek and stood up.

My back was straight as I waited.

She ran her fingers down the piano keys, cutting me a curious look.

“I’m touching your piano. How does that make you feel?”

“You can do anything you want,” I assured her, but my left eye twitched, especially when she slammed her hands down on the delicate keys.

Tully wriggled out of her panties and slid her hands up her milky thighs. The oversized hoodie she wore swamped her body and her fingers disappeared. She let out a soft sigh as she held out two fingers, glistening with slick.

“Do you want a taste?”

It took every single bit of discipline not to fall forward and snatch the sopping digits in my mouth.

“Yes,” I said, and whimpered as she cleaned them with her own tongue instead.

I wanted to drown in her, make her scream. I wanted to please her more than I wanted breath in my lungs. Maybe it was easier to capitulate with her than with Walden, because I knew she understood.

She was an omega. Her nature drove her to submit.

But here she towered over me, a queen, in every sense.

Tully stepped onto the bench and crawled onto the piano, wedging herself against the music stand.

Her feet flexed at the end as she tucked her hoodie into her bra and widened her legs.

Her perfect pussy was wet, pink, and desperate for my mouth.

“Come.” She nodded to the seat.

I stumbled to the bench. Her mouthwatering scent flooded my nostrils, and I let out a hungry moan. Tully spread her lips open and ran the tips of her fingers through her arousal. My mouth fell open, but she only hovered them inches from my mouth.

I said nothing, too frightened of her deciding this was too much.

“Play a song for this pussy. I’m going to touch myself until I think you’ve done well enough.”

My fingers rose over the keys, and I froze for a moment.

Short-circuited more than anything. My brain overloaded with the possibilities of pleasure and pain, too much all at once.

But as Tully’s brow drew together, I obeyed.

I hadn’t played something beautiful in years.

It was beyond me. Impossible to find the right notes when my hand curled, unresponsive.

My fingers fell, and the cool, smooth surface of the keys felt like a new beginning.

Tully circled her clit in front of me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered and slick dripped from her pussy down the crack of her ass and onto the piano. The slow slide of it mesmerized me as I played my first note.

A sound like a drop of water on a moonlit lake. My fingers glided to the next key. How could I not play for the beauty in front of me? Tully’s wet folds bared, her fingers pressed against her pink flesh.

Her moans became a duet to my music.

Untimely clashes hurt my ears, and I winced every time I made a mistake. But I didn’t stop. I pushed into the imperfect melody and found the magic I’d been missing for years. My right foot pressed on the pedal, needing the chord to ring out a little longer.

The room swelled with our music and heat pricked the back of my eyes.

Tully’s slick dripped onto the keys, and as my hands flew across them, they slipped. Fuck. The tempo shifted, rising with a crescendo underneath. The energy coursing through my body exploded onto the piano. My hands and fingers ached as I gave up trying to sound perfect.

The richness of Tully’s scent, thick and heady, encouraged me. She was royalty, to be exalted. The song that came from me was something living.

“Stop.”

My fingers throbbed as I rested my trembling, clawed hand on the slick-covered keys, wanting to lick the ivory surface.

I looked up at Tully, begging in silence.

“Good boy. When you’re done cleaning those keys, I want those talented fingers playing me. Understand?”

I swallowed a desperate sob, scrambling on my knees. My tongue laved across the smooth surface. It was a filthy disgrace to treat my piano in such a way. But it felt like an anointing, a purging.

My cock strained against my pants, but I couldn’t drag my tongue away from the trail of perfect sin. I flattened my tongue against her thighs, needing to reach her warm paradise.

“Tully, fuck.” I tasted her with a reverence I couldn’t mask.

It should frighten me, the wave of cascading emotion.

But I was more centered than I could remember.

Tully was inside me, in front of me, and I reveled in her.

She draped her legs over my shoulders, used her calves to bring me closer and lock me against her flesh.

Her clit pulsed under my tongue, decadent silk.

“Don’t stop.” She tugged on my hair, a breathless reprimand.

I slid two fingers into her channel, groaning as her pussy clamped down on me. I dragged my tongue down her dripping slit as my fingers moved against the roughened roof of her channel.

“Angel,” I muttered the word against her squirming body, worshiping her with my tongue, my fingers.

My fingers ached from playing and my tongue throbbed as I licked deeper. I rubbed myself against the piano in search of friction. The choking clasp of my jeans was just enough for my desperate cock. I moaned into Tully as my release spurted inside my underwear.

Warmth rolled through my veins, like the echo of my song. Her thighs muffled her cries as they clamped around my ears. Her orgasm was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard.

I pulled back, dazed and trembling. Tully shivered, and there was a moment of awkwardness as she came back to herself.

She gestured to my half-hard bulge. “Do you want me to?”

I quirked my lips and shook my head. “Taken care of, hands free, angel. But why? Is this forgiveness?”

I helped her off the piano, careful not to take advantage of her touch. My chest was tight as I waited for her answer.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us, about this pack.

I felt you here, tonight.” Her hand brushed between her breasts.

“You were so angry and hurt, Pan. You’ve been carrying that for such a long time.

I think everyone in this pack has been carrying darkness like that for too long, including me.

I don’t think I want to do it alone anymore. ”

“Are you trying to say you love me, angel?” My sardonic grin was supposed to cut the tension, but it only heightened as her cheeks turned pink.

“Is that what you feel for me?”

“Love is too small a word for what’s inside me. You’re the music I’ve been missing. You, Walden, and me? We’re a symphony, angel.”

The grin we shared was a bridge between the darkness inside me to the light she emanated.

She was the spark I could follow through midnight.

And I intended to.