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he shrugs it off, a little proud at how strong his lady is. that bite mark that quickly heals, but remains forever scarring his hand. it turns into the only scar he wants to look at. the only scar that makes his chest puff up with confidence when he sees it. a physical reminder of you permanently etched into his skin, that cannot go away even if he prayed it would.

(the way you blinked up at him while pushing your nose against the hair at the base of his cock, the moan ripped straight from your chest when he held you down by your hair, the way you’re sure he could probably feel the way your cunt went even tighter around him when he asked if you were going to lay still and take it like a good girl)

Ghost narrows his eyes, glances away in a grimace "the fock is this coming from?"

"I never say it when I should." You reply, thumbs rubbing gentle circles right below the corners of his eyes. Your face is open and slack in that 'too drunk to lie' way that you get, "you're beautiful, simon. Like. Really."

"You're drunk." Ghost grunts, prying your hands off his face and pointedly moving your wine glass out of reach. The movie continues to play, ignored when you frown.

"It's the truth, though. You're really good looking." It's true. You spend hours admiring ghost, the hook of his nose, that subtle blush and stupid tan line. His scars and pretty hair. The flush to ghosts cheeks deepen, so you continue. "not in the scarred way, or the dangerous way. Not in spite of. Just...Handsome."

"You think that all the time?" A blanket drapes around you, ghost pulling you into his lap.

"Yep. Love you lots, simon." Too easy with your words, you don't think much of it before cuddling into his chest.

Ghost doesn't say anything.

You're supposed to be casual. He should have get all caught up over some drunk rambling.

The deception is easy enough. Your omegan traits aren't exactly overt. You manage to hide them with a good suppressant, and religiously washing your clothes to get rid of any traces of pheromones. A few times a year you take a week or so off, visiting family you tell your boss. Anything else can be chalked up to a character quirk. You've gotten good at skimming the truth, just enough to obscure anything important. And he believes you. Trusts you.

Which is why, in the throes of his own heat, he texts you.

please come

It's the candid vulnerability that gets you. Despite your best efforts, you've become enamored with him, and even worse -- friends. How could you let him suffer alone?

When you arrive at his penthouse, he's in worse shape than you've ever seen him. You feel like he barely even recognizes you as he takes you in his arms, sweltering, hungering. He's barely lucid, shaking with need.

The bite was never your intention. It's already done before you realize what's happening, his teeth sunk into your mating gland, a moan of pure relief on his lips. And even the rush of pleasure at being owned, mated, isn't enough to overpower the sinking realization: you're in deep, deep shit.

You lied about being a beta, but that's not even the worst of it. What will the Commission do to the accidental bondmate of their pet hero? Nothing good, that's certain.

It will take two more days for his heat to completely subside, enough time (you hope) to get gone.

You don't even make it out of the prefecture before he's caught you -- you should have known you could never outrun the fastest man alive.

He lands heavy on the roof of your car as you speed down the expressway, claws anchoring with a terrible shredding sound.

You pull onto the shoulder, dread-numb.

The knock on your window is oddly polite, given the circumstances. You pull yourself out of the drivers seat, ready to let him deal whatever punishment he deems necessary.

You expect his rage. Maybe he'll kill you. Maybe you deserve it.

Instead he looks -- lovestruck.

He pulls you into his arms with a tenderness that has you reeling, boneless, as he buries his face against your throat. His lips brush the new bond mark.

cut to having essentially a shared custody agreement where they agree to be civil just to switch who gets you staying with them. but they’re still petty assholes so price fills you with cum every time before he drops you back.