61. Hateful Lovers 🍋

A/N: This is a bit of a longer chapter! Enjoy the spicy 😏 Let's hope it's accurate lol
-
Reminder: this is an Omegaverse novel. Female Alphas have a retractable member that allows them to impregnante males and females. For more information, see the Story Q&A chapter or The Unoffical Guide to the Omegaverse by Velvelyami on Wattpad. Thank you!
___________

Kiran felt like shit in more ways than one. There were only two ways to abate it: get in a bloody fight or have sex.
Oh, look, Selene was right there.
He hadn’t seen her look so small since he killed Calla all those decades ago. Selene Hilal was the most vicious, the smartest, irritating female he would ever meet. He hated her to the last vein in his body. But they’d been through so much together that it was hard to ignore the simple need to interact with her. Make no mistake, he wasn’t trying to comfort her, not even sympathize…but something close.
They were sitting in the couch pit in someone’s empty room and it was the middle of the night. A large bay window on the opposite side barely filled the space with faint moonlight. Selene noticed at the same time as Kiran. Releasing a sigh, she rose to her feet and lit a few of the candles in the small chandelier above their heads with a match. Warm gold light danced on the walls.
Selene padded back over but chose to lounge on the couch and turn her head away from him. Kiran leaned back on his elbows and watched her. Her jaw clenched. “Are you satisfied that your *magnificence* is facing toward me?”
“Is it? I didn’t notice.”
She covered her face with her hands. “How idiotic can we be?”
“We’ve been fools for decades, Selene.” Kiran got on his knees and came to rest his forearms on the couch. He cocked his head to try and see under her hands. “At this point, let’s just accept it.”
She dropped her hands only to push him back with a bare foot to his chest. “You’re in my personal space.”
Kiran quirked a grin. “You always say that before you cave into fucking me.”
She scowled and shoved so he fell on his ass. “How can you just move on from this? Do you realize what—who—we just lost?”
“Of course I do. But I’ll get her back.”
He received a judgmental eyebrow raise. “*You* will get her back?”
“What, I thought this was our challenge? Who are you to dwell?” Selene had plenty of obnoxious traits, but agonizing over anything wasn’t part of her personality. She got into a bloody fight or had sex and then she moved on, just like him. She was also relentless. “I figured you’d keep pursuing as well.”
She adjusted to a regular sitting position and rested her arms on her thighs, leaning forward. Kiran was suddenly aware of all her exposed white skin. She was wearing one of her blue slips, but damn were those legs appealing. Her eyes were half-lidded but not in a sensual way. *Yet*, he thought devilishly. “Stop giving me that look, Kiran. We’re not fucking tonight.”
“Why?”
“*Why*? Because I’m not in the mood.”
Kiran leaned back and spread his legs. Selene’s gaze flicked down before turning her head away quickly. He smirked. “But you want a distraction.” She heaved a sigh. Kiran grumbled a purr and her jaw tightened again. “Don’t grind your teeth, you’ll wear down your fangs. It’s a bad habit of yours.”
She threw a pillow over his member so she could glare at him. “Oh, so you know my habits? I wasn’t aware you cared enough to remember things like that about me.”
Kiran purred again. “Know your enemy, they say.”
Selene sighed. “Kiran…”
He nudged her foot with his. “Come on. I know you want to. Let’s at least make out.”
She rolled her eyes. In certain situations she excelled at hiding all emotion, but in others…it was all laid out. She was seriously considering it. Finally she growled and got on her hands and knees. Kiran played a rare gentleman and lay down so she could be on top. Resting her weight down they fell instantly into a familiar pattern. Forearms on his chest and Kiran’s fingers slipping through her hair to hold her head gently between his hands. 
The look in her eyes was still guarded, but she lowered her face close enough to Kiran to press his lips to hers. *Gentle* was still a pending word in both of their dictionaries. Yet it was how Kiran stroked Selene’s ears with his thumbs. “Look at this, two ears.”
She scowled. “Kissing is usually done without speaking.”
“Hmm.” 
They hadn’t fucked or even kissed in fifty years. But it was second nature to deepen the kisses into feverous movements. After a minute of heavy breathing and sucking, Kiran hiked up Selene’s slip to grab her ass in both hands before slapping her flank so hard it smarted his hand. “Already half-naked.”
“Ow. Fuck you,” she hissed, breaking the kiss to bite his nose.
Kiran’s eyes flew open as she released him. “What the hell?”
She shrugged and returned to the kiss. She chose to take his lower lip between her teeth and pull. Whatever sex they had was always aggressive. Not so much verbally, but there was plenty of biting, scratching, and drawing blood. This time felt different, though. 
He grunted, and she tilted her head to nuzzle his mangled ear before looking at him. “Your lack of ear makes you look rugged,” she said, voice low.
Kiran curled his lip. His hatred for her was permanently sealed with her act of tearing his flesh off forever. “It makes me look imperfect, bitch.”
“What, like your balls?”
Fury burst in his chest. With a rough movement, he rolled Selene onto her back so he loomed over her, knees straddling her hips, hands braced on either side of her head. The breath knocked out of her but the look on her face was unimpressed. “My balls are perfectly the same size.”
Her smirk was infuriating—and he would never admit that those damned lips ignited a fire in his core. He went hard and he knew that *she* knew that without even looking. Godsdamnit, she was always aware of exactly what she was capable of.
“How many times do you admire yourself in the mirror, sweetheart?” Selene asked sweetly. 
He snarled and mashed his lips to hers, drawing out moans from them both. They adjusted their bodies without breaking the sloppy kiss so his knees were pushing hers outward. She slid her arms up; he pinned her wrists. Their panting was all Kiran could hear, their skin sticking without sweat to help smooth their limbs. He was aware of his flesh. He needed Selene to lose the damn slip so he could press his contours into hers.
“Open up for me, *sweetheart*,” he growled, nudging her legs further.
She resisted with opposite force. “No. You know I don’t like it that way.”
Kiran moved his lips to her jaw, to her ear, threatening the lobe with his teeth. Selene tensed and tried to turn away. And he almost didn’t let go. 
*Revenge* was a tangible thing, an ugly red voice, plaguing his mind stronger than any want. And Kiran wanted to fuck Selene. But he got what *he* wanted.
“There’s always a first,” he grumbled against her neck. The moment his nose brushed against the skin concealing her sweat glands—oh fuck. 
Her scent seemed to explode through his senses. He went blind with *need*. Unrelenting *want*.
Without thought or heed, Kiran started rolling his hips, nudging at her entrance. She squirmed and swore, trying to bite whatever she could. But his hands were suddenly at her slip neckline and ripping. “Are you in a rut?” she demanded. “Since when?”
Kiran nearly collapsed on top of her, abandoning his attempt to unclothe her. “Since just now. I’m so godsdamned horny. Open up, bitch.”
With her hands freed, Selene shoved her palm over his face. The sweat of her palm smeared across his closed eyelids, cloistering his nose, quenching the thirst on his lips. “I like degrading sex just as much as the next *bitch*, but not from you, Kiran.”
“Not like we haven’t done that before.”
She made an uncommitted noise.
“I’m not hearing a *stop* from you, am I?” Kiran rumbled. The motions of his thrusting were jerking her body up and down with his. It was also tugging her slip off.
“Fuck no. Keep going. You know where I like.”
Time to change tactics. Kiran pushed off her to press his face between her thighs. Quick as a flash, his tongue darted over her opening.
Selene dragged in a sharp breath. Her body clenched. “Oh, yes, you remember,” she gasped. He kept lapping. Lucky for both of them, female Alphas could produce small amounts of slick. The smell and taste of salt assaulted nose and tongue. He knew she was in bliss by how wet she was becoming. “Lick me all you want there, I’m not letting you inside.”
Kiran groaned and dropped his forehead on the low curve of her belly. She was just a little pudgy. She always did like to eat. “Fuck, Selene. Fine. Let me pull that stick out of your ass so I can put mine in there.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Prodding Selene’s patience and tolerance for his misbehavior was too great a risk. If he kept insisting, sex wouldn’t happen. And he didn’t want that.
Kiran sat up to release her from the prison he’d kept her in. She rose with him, meeting his eyes and she pulled the slip over her head. Her breasts bounced into place. They were peaked. Kiran’s mouth longed to lick those too. 
Selene snorted at his gaping. Gods, he felt so stupid. He was the gold god of *magnificent sex*. He knew how to pleasure either gender beyond rapture; he’d been doing it for a century. But why was he suddenly stupefied by Selene? Her body was no mystery, much less a marvel. Objectively, she was the perfect specimen. Subjectively? Her breasts were too small and her hips weren’t wide enough. He liked a partner with meat on their bones.
“I enjoy you looking at me with wonder,” Selene purred in satisfaction. 
Kiran shook his head, flipping her onto her stomach roughly. “Don’t get used to it.”
“I can wait longer than fifty years.” 
He spread her ass to insert himself. It was easy and gods...it sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through them both. Together they rocked rhythmically until Selene gasped, “Harder.”
Kiran growled and thrust hard and rough, jerking her body. He slammed himself as far as he could go. His head tipped back and his eyes closed. For a moment he thought he’d try to picture someone else—*picture Zinnia, your greatest love, the only wolf who saw only good in you*—but somehow he couldn’t. 
His eyes flew open and his gaze traveled up the curve of Selene’s spine to her head turned on the side. Her profile was sharp in the dancing candlelight. Lips parted and eyelids fluttering, her black hair was splayed haphazardly, but Kiran admired the streaks of shine. On impulse he leaned forward to touch his face to the strands across her shoulder blades; they smelled like river water, which was quite unappealing.
“Are you…sniffing my hair while your dick is caught inside my ass?”
Kiran reared back. *Gods, what’s wrong with you?!* He slammed himself back and forth once more, making her grunt. “You reek of fish piss.”
Selene scoffed. “And you know that exact smell how?”
“Don’t make me punish that smart mouth of yours,” he warned. 
“Whatever. Keep going, I’m really close.”
Oh yes, they were about to climax. A few seconds later, they both howled in euphoria. 
His body exerted, Kiran pulled out and collapsed on his back beside her, chest heaving with breath. The candlelight blurred in his vision above him.
Selene was panting and she rolled onto her side. Her eyes were glazed and she couldn’t hide her satisfaction at his performance. However, she said, “I rate nine out of ten. Smelling my hair docked that one point.”
When he leaned in for a kiss and she instinctively responded, he bit her lower lip. She growled in protest and dug her knuckles into his throat. Reduced to choking, she ordered, “Flip over. It’s my turn.”
He almost barked a laugh. “Hell no. It’s not as satisfying for me.”
“It’s not for you, it’s for me.”
“We’re equals,” he bantered. In truth, he didn’t mind Selene taking a turn. It was extremely rare that he let his partner be dominant, but fifty years ago, Selene had been the exception; fifty years later, she still was. But it was true: he didn’t get a high enough amount of pleasure.
“We’re immortal bastards,” Selene retorted. She was massaging his pectorals with her palms. Her voice was harsh but her expression told a different story. “The only thing we’re equal in is despair and sex drive.”
It was a suddenly sobering thought. Smile fading, Kiran brushed her hair behind her ear. The gentleness surprised her and she stilled. Blue and gold eyes sparked like electricity. Their bodies ached but they begged for more. 
“Let’s focus on that second thing.”