The Reborn Omega's Revenge (Valencia) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 

Chapter 129 

Valencia’s POV: 

At some point, we had made it out of the car and into our room but I had no recollection of the journey. 

The haze of my heat had blurred the details, leaving me with only scattered sensations–Dante’s firm grip on my waist, the deep rumble of his voice as he muttered reassurances, the overwhelming scent of his pheromones drowning out everything else. 

Then, a loud bang echoed through the rooth as the door slammed shut. 

Before I could register anything else, Dante was on top of me. 

The sheer weight of him, the way his body caged mine against the bed, sent my senses spiraling. His scent was intoxicating -deep, smoky, foresty, laced with something dangerously primal. 

My heart pounded in erratic beats, my mind split between desire and confusion. 

Then, I saw his eyes. 

A deep, glowing gold–familiar. 

But as I watched, the color shifted. 

My breath hitched. 

Red. 

My stomach twisted in both anticipation and something sharp–edged, something like fear. 

The last time his eyes had turned red like this was during his rut–when he had shifted into his half–dragon form while buried inside me. 

Why was it happening now? 

Panic flickered through the thick fog of my heat, momentarily grounding me. I tried to move, dragging myself backward toward the headboard, attempting to put some space between us. 

“D–Dante?” My voice wavered. “W–what’s-” 

I never got the chance to finish my question. 

His grip closed around my ankle, yanking me back down beneath him, 

A startled gasp left my lips, but he silenced it instantly–his mouth claiming mine in a bruising, all–consuming kiss. 

I struggled at first, pressing weakly against his chest, but he didn‘ yield. His lips moved against mine with a desperate. hunger, his tongue parting my lips, stealing the breath from my lungs. 

He was devouring me. 

I whimpered as he deepened the kiss, his hand traveling up my side, leaving fire in its wake. 

My thoughts tangled in the heat, my instincts warring between surrender and the lingering questions screaming at the edges of my mind.” 

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Something was wrong. 

His rut shouldn’t have begun now. 

My body burned hotter, trembling beneath him, my need clawing at me. 

Then, a sharp sting bloomed across my chest. 

A sound of ripping fabric filled the air. 

A shiver ran down my spine as cold air rushed over my exposed skin. 

It took me a second to realize what had happened. 

He had torn my dress. 

Not just pulled at it. 

Not just ripped a seam. 

He had shredded it in one brutal motion, leaving the tattered remains hanging off my arms. 

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A deep growl rumbled from his chest, vibrating through me as his claws traced over the shallow wound he had unknowingly inflicted. 

My breath caught. 

My gaze flickered downward. 

Scarlet beads of blood trailed down my skin, the gash stark against my flushed chest. 

A cold wave of realization crashed over me. 

His hands. 

They were tipped with razor–sharp claws like a dragon’s, the same ones I had seen during his rut. 

Terror licked at my spine, a primal fear that came from being trapped under a predator. Unlike his first rut, he seemed stronger now, bigger even. 

But before I could react, Dante shifted, pressing me deeper into the mattress. 

His burning gaze met mine–so intense, so possessive, it nearly made me forget everything. 

Then, his lips ghosted over my wound. 

A soft gasp escaped me as his tongue darted out, lapping up the blood in slow, deliberate strokes. 

A strange, tingling sensation followed in its wake, cool and soothing against the sting. 

I shivered. 

Not in fear this time, 

But in something else. 

I could feel his familiar energy coursing through me. He was healing me. 

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My core throbbed painfully, the need clawing at me, overriding my earlier panic. 

I shouldn’t have wanted this. Knowing how he had made me bleed, how he had grown impossibly large inside me. 

shouldn’t have felt my hips arching into him, silently begging for more pain. 

But I did. 

God, I did. 

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I barely had time to process before I felt him align himself with me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. 

I gasped, hands fisting into the sheets. 

“Slo-” 

Before I could even finish the word, he slammed inside me. 

I screamed. 

Pleasure exploded through my body, my walls clenching around him as my orgasm hit instantly, tearing through me with devastating force. 

Tears burned down my cheeks. 

I barely had time to recover before he pulled out slowly–torturously slow–before slamming back into me. 

Again. 

And again. 

Each thrust sent me spiraling, my body helpless beneath the relentless rhythm he set. 

I knew I had dragged my nails across his back, leaving deep, bloody marks in my wake. I knew he had marked my neck in return, his lips sucking and biting until I was sure I would be covered in bruises. 

But I didn’t care. 

I couldn’t care. 

Not when his hands found my thighs, lifting them higher, changing the angle so he could hit even deeper. 

Not when he whispered against my ear, voice thick and hoarse, “Mine.” 

Not when he owned me so thoroughly I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began. 

I shattered around him again, my body writhing beneath him, my cries swallowed by the sound of our bodies colliding over and over. 

I don’t know how long it lasted. 

I lost count of the times I came. 

The room blurred, spinning around me, my body wrecked from the sheer intensity. 

The last thing I remembered before my world faded to black was the feeling of Dante still moving above me, still whispering that single word, Mine. 

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When I woke, the room was darker. 

For a moment, I didn’t move, my body too sore, too heavy to even shift. 

Then, I felt something wet–warm, slow kisses trailing along my spine. 

“Mine.” 

The voice was soft, hoarse. 

Possessive. 

I stirred, groaning as aches flared to life all over my body. 

I tried to push myself up, but froze when I felt the slick heat between my thighs. 

Had we- 

No. 

We hadn’t stopped. 

Dante chuckled against my skin. 

“Is my darling awake?” 

I jolted, turning my head just enough to meet his gaze. 

His eyes were still red. 

A slow, dangerous smile curled on his lips. 

My heart slammed against my ribs.