Page 117 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Why did I want to bond her so fucking badly? Were we really that compatible?

That didn’t matter right now. What mattered was Lucy and whatever fucked-up shit had to be going through her head.

“You want to eat me alive?” I leaned back and smirked at her, not giving a shit if it pissed her off. I wanted to hear her say it again. I wanted her to get mad.

“I do.” Lucy’s smile shifted and there was an edge of violence to it when she turned to face me, crawling over my body through the water like she planned to devour me.

She was so fucking perfect and I couldn’t look away from her even if I wanted to, not when she was like this.

“Take whatever you want then.” I rested my arms along the sides of the bathtub and waited, hoping she’d show me even more of her soul.

I wanted to see it burning in her eyes with all her righteous rage. I wanted her to say and do whatever it was she wanted to me, and then I’d show her how naïve she truly was.

Liam was the legacy alpha, but I knew crazy when I saw it, and Lucy was fucking insane. That marble mask she wore and the distance she kept between herself and everyone other than Frankie…maybe even her too…

Lucy was showing it to me.

She considered me a threat, and I was pretty sure I knew why.

It wasn’t because she thought I was a murder suspect either, but because she wanted what I could give her and she hated it. That’s fine. I didn’t need her to like it. I just needed her to stay. The rest we’d work through eventually, and even if we didn’t, I’d just fuck her until she couldn’t move or speak or even think.

Maybe then she’d stop assuming Liam and I would abandon her the same way her mother had abandoned her father.

“Whatever I want?” Lucy settled her hands on my shoulders and then straddled me.

I gritted my teeth at the sensation of her hot pussy against my hard cock, but otherwise I stayed completely still. All I wanted was to be back inside that scorching heat, feeling how much she liked it when I was inside her, knotting her so she couldn’t run away and Liam couldn’t steal her away from me for himself…

All I wanted was to own her. I didn’t care how as long as she stayed with me…who else would look at me like this? No one else on the fucking planet could look so goddamn hungry as they stared into the very same blue eyes that made everyone so fucking uncomfortable they couldn’t meet my gaze for more than a few seconds.

But Lucy had always stared, admiring what others found terrifying.

I fucking adored the moment she realized she’d been staring, and the way she looked away like she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have. That was my favorite expression of hers, right up until she’d opened her mouth to show me my cum without having to be told.

My grip on the tub tightened, and I nearly shattered the porcelain at the reminder that neither I, nor Liam, had been the one to train her to do that.

“Whatever you want,” I confirmed, forcing myself to sit there and do nothing when her pheromones started flowering again like one of those dark, night-blooming roses. “I have one condition though.”

Lucy smirked – positive she’d won whatever game she was playing, but she had no fucking idea who she was dealing with. “What’s the condition?”

I couldn’t resist my instincts this time. I grabbed her by the throat and pulled her closer until our noses and foreheads pressed together. The look of shock on her face was fucking delicious.

“Who trained you to be such a good little omega, hm? Who taught you how to be so fucking pleasing? I want to know their names so I can…show them my gratitude.”

Her eyes widened and I couldn’t hide anything from her anymore. I smiled, knowing exactly what it looked like too. It was mean and promised violence, but I couldn’t stop myself from showing her the real me even if I wanted to.

The scent of black currants and an omega’s desire wrapped around me, infecting my thoughts and mind – all I could do was breathe it deep into my lungs so she could infect everything else too.

“Trained?” Lucy wasn’t scared exactly, but that wary look was back in her eyes. “No one trained me.”

“No?” I held her gaze and licked the stream of tears from her cheek. They tasted sweet and salty with this edge of despair I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of. “I don’t believe you, Lucy. Someone trained you. How else would you know exactly what I want? How could you open your mouth for me so easily without a single, verbal command? That doesn’t explain how you know how badly I need to hurt you either…”

Licking the other side of her face, I gave her the time she needed to answer me, but she would answer this time. I wasn’t going to let her get away with all this deflecting anymore. I needed her answers before I did something…reckless.

“The only person who’s ever trained me is my father.” Lucy tried to shove my face away, but her strength was no match for mine. My smile turned into a grin when fury flashed through her eyes. “I’ve never been with an alpha. Ever.”

“Not even Frankie?” I yanked her closer, the psychotic grin on my face fading as I tried to decide if she was lying to me or not.

“No. Never. Now let go of me.”

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