Saved By The Omega

Chapter 6

Freya

My eyes dart to the demon. “And what exactly makes you think I’m going to give up my bed?” I retort, crossing my arms over my chest. “I refuse to sleep on the floor like a dog, too.”

His eyes crinkle in amusement as he scans the small room we are standing in. “Well, we seem to have a problem then, don’t we?”

“A problem you created,” I point out, trying not to let my gaze linger on his tall frame.

He chuckles again. “If I remember correctly, it was you who insisted that we come here, and you wouldn’t want your new demon to suffer, right? Give me the bed.”

“No!”

“Come on. Just give it to me. People give up their beds for their pets all the time.”

I squint up at him. “I thought you didn’t want to be treated like a dog?”

“I don’t mind if it means I can have the bed. I will sleep like a baby on that bad boy.”

“No, you still can’t have my bed!”

His lips form a pout. “And why the f**k not?”

“Because you’re going to break it! Do you even realize how big you are? You can’t even stand inside this room without bending your knees!”

“… that’s true.”

I growl in frustration. “Yes, so you obviously can’t take the bed…unless you have another smaller form?”

His eyebrows arch in amusement. “A smaller form? You mean like a dog or a rat, perhaps?”

I roll my eyes. “No, not like a dog or a rat. Like...a less gigantic man.”

He grins at me, showing sharp, white teeth. “Are you implying that I’m too big?”

“Yes,” I say, raising my chin defiantly. “You’re massive.”

His lips twitch into a smile. “Thank you.”

I gasp. “It wasn’t a compliment!”

He just chuckles and walks over to my bed. “I could take another shape, but…I don’t think that’s a good idea. You would be in shock for months.”

“Why?” I ask before rushing forward. The i***t is pulling away the blanket, and I grip the hem of his pants in an attempt to stop him from lying down.

Beelzebub, however, takes that the wrong way. He turns around, arches an eyebrow at my hand, and then his lips form a carnal smile. “Wow, aren’t you forward?”

“F-forward?” I stammer, unsure what he means.

“If you wanted s*x, you should have just told me so. It’s not like I could say no to my master.”

I shriek in surprise, and Beelzebub takes the opportunity to lie down on his back in my bed. His legs are too long for the mattress, and his feet hang over the edge.

But the demon doesn’t seem to mind he is taller than the bed is long. He stretches himself out with a satisfied sigh, an arm resting behind his head. Freaking hell, his imposing form takes up the entirety of my bed!

My face flushes five shades of red. “I don’t want to have s*x with you!” I stammer, stumbling back from him.

“Oh?” His glowing eyes flicker up at me in amusement. “Then why were you pulling on my pants? Do you often grab people by their trousers in non-s****l ways?”

I sputter defensively, “I was trying to stop you from lying down. You’re going to break my bed!”

He chuckles and stretches, making every single muscle in his body ripple and stand at attention. “Don’t worry about that, I know how to be gentle.”

“Being gentle has nothing to do with it! It’s a matter of weight and size!” I yell in frustration, throwing my hands up.

He grins, leaning back comfortably against the bed frame. “Size isn’t everything, you know.”

At his innuendo, my face turns an even deeper shade of red. “For God’s sake, Beelzebub! Stop making s****l jokes and get off my bed!”

“But this is so comfortable…” He coos, closing his eyes contentedly.

“You’re impossible!”

“Impossibly cute?” he asks hopefully.

What the hell?! I’m tempted to choke him, but the bastard would probably like that. He is a s*x fiend and someone dangerous. I glare down at him in silence, my heart pounding faster as I take in his six-pack.

Each abdominal muscle is distinctly outlined beneath his taut skin, casting semi-circular shadows that seem to ripple with the rhythm of his deep, relaxed breathing. His pectoral muscles are broad and well-sculpted, flattered by his perfectly shaped n*****s.

I hate to admit it, but Beelzebub is sexy, and his teasing nature is making me hotter under my clothes, even though I’m trying to fight it.

I swallow thickly. “I will just sleep on the floor…”

“I don’t think so.”

He shifts on the bed, and I gasp. “No-no-no, don’t do it.”

Amusement plays over his face. “Do what?”

“Pick me up.”

He chuckles. “Too late.”

I try to stop him, but Beelzebub’s massive hands quickly reach out and grab me, lifting me off the ground as if I were weightless. I let out a surprised whimper as he gently sets me down on his chest, which is large enough to serve as a makeshift mattress.

“Why are you doing this?” I manage to squeak out, flustered by the sudden change of events.

“Because,” he begins, a casual tone dominating his voice. “I feel like it.”

That response makes me roll my eyes and squirm, trying to get off him. But Beelzebub simply tightens his hold around me, trapping me in his iron grip.

“Funny thing is,” he chuckles, his chest vibrating beneath me. “You’re not really trying to escape, are you?”

I don’t respond because I can’t. His accusation is true. Despite all my protestations and objections, there’s something incredibly comforting about lying on his chest, listening to a steady heartbeat that resonates through me. However, I couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“I just don’t want you to break my bones,” I retort. “You’re too strong for your own good.”

He grins at that, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Don’t worry, I’m very skillful in handling delicate things.”

His baritone voice sends a shiver down my spine, which makes me bury myself deeper against him. I don’t know why, but I’m acting like a b***h in heat around him, which is so embarrassing. I’m desperately trying to fight it because who the hell gets aroused by another species? He is way too big for me, and he is also my familiar!

I groan in misery, whimpering when he gently smoothes back my dark hair with one of his enormous hands. “Go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a new day.”

I grunt in response, but I don’t make any move to escape his arms. I’ve given up, and eventually, my eyelids begin to feel heavy. I’m too weak to fight, and despite the strange circumstances, I find myself succumbing to sleep.

“I’m tired…”

He doesn’t stop brushing my hair. “Then sleep…”

“I don’t trust you.”

“And you shouldn’t.”

I lift my head at that and meet his red ones. “Are you a bad demon?”

He seems to be struggling to stop himself from speaking, and I can guess why. According to what I’ve read, demons are incapable of lying.

Eventually, he gives up. “Yes.”

Fear crawls up my spine, a chilling realization that what I’ve suspected all along is true. His blunt confirmation, the darkness in his eyes, makes me want to scramble from his hold and run for safety.

But I don’t.

“And yet you haven’t hurt me,” I whisper.

“Because I can’t,” he answers. “You’re my master, and hurting you would destroy me, but if I weren’t tied to you…”

“Would you hurt me then?” I ask, my voice just a whisper in the wind. His eyes bore into mine, searching for something—maybe fear, maybe bravery. I’m unsure.

He finally breaks the silence, “I don’t know.” It’s a painfully honest answer, one that makes my heart constrict in my chest.

I feel a lump in my throat, the fear manifesting as a physical constriction. “Will it... will it always be like this?”

“I don’t know,” he responds again, his red eyes shining with an intensity that feels almost human. “But don’t think about that now. Just go to sleep.”

Despite my fear and unease, I can’t deny the soothing tranquility that his voice brings. I let out a soft sigh, deep lines of worry smoothing from my forehead. As he begins to hum a low melody, an unexpected feeling of safety washes over me—a sharp contrast to what I know I should be feeling. Yet, his presence is like a balm to my loneliness, an anchor in my tumultuous life.

“Stop humming,” I mumble, trying not to admit that I’m beginning to like it.

“Is it bothering you?” He questions, but there’s a hint of amusement in his voice.

“No,” I lie. “I just don’t want you to think that your singing is good.”

“Heh,” he chuckles at this, yet the hum continues, vibrating against my ear nestled into his chest. It lulls me like a hypnotic spell, drawing me deeper into the abyss of sleep.

The night drifts by with Beelzebub cradling me tenderly in his embrace. The warmth of his body and the soothing tones of his voice they lull me into a peaceful state.

But just as sleep is about to calm me, I feel his arms tighten around me in a protective hold. I try not to let this uninvited intimacy disturb my drowsy peace, but it’s hard.

It confuses me how he can hold me like I’m precious while not liking me in the slightest. I guess the familiar bond is similar to a mate bond: sometimes, it brings together the most unlikely of pairs, forcing them into an intimacy they might never have sought for themselves.

I close my eyes tighter, pushing down these odd thoughts as I attempt to sleep. Tomorrow will be a new day, and with a familiar by my side, maybe Alpha Jaxx and his goons won’t dare to hurt me.