Page 98 of Curvy Dirty Omega

But he didn’t look away from me, and I refused to even blink. If I so much as glanced at her right now, he’d rip me apart. There was nothing left of the man I knew, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say he was in rut right now.

Lucy’s heat was just as bad as Liam’s rut and her pheromones could have easily triggered his cycle into starting early, but it could just be the scent of his unbonded omega all up in his head that was making him feral and unreasonable.

How long had he waited for this moment?

Didn’t matter. She had no idea and I couldn’t let this bond happen. Not yet. Not when neither of them were in any state to make a single rational decision.

Teeth sank deeper into my hand, hitting bone, and I buried down the wince when I felt them creak. Any harder and he’d break my hand, but I still didn’t let go. If I had to bleed to make sure she wasn’t bonded against her will, that would be a small price to pay.

“She doesn’t know,” I reminded him, angling my body so I didn’t have to see so much of her.

Yeah, I took some pretty fucking intense suppressants before coming here, but that didn’t mean I was strong enough to stand here like I couldn’t see just how round and juicy her ass was, or hear those desperate, whimpering moans as she clung to Liam, begging him for more, covered in slick and cum and blood.

If she fucking begged him to bite her…we were all fucked. There was no way I could stop him then. Not without dying.

There was a small snapping sound that told me he’d fractured one of the bones in my hand, and Lucy went completely still at the sound.

It was such a weird fucking reaction for someone in the throes of her heat that both of us turned toward her.

Those grey eyes were lighter than they usually were, looking like mercury. Damn, it looked like she was going to cry, and just the thought of that made my chest ache in a way that took me the fuck out.

I wasn’t ready for such a strong reaction and I instantly released Liam, putting a knee on the bed and reaching for her like I didn’t know any better.

“Lucy…” Her eyes locked onto Liam’s at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t really see him.

She was covered in blood. Whose fucking blood was that?

“Do you want Cassius to leave?”

Liam’s voice felt far away when all I could do was stare at the blood staining her skin from her mouth, down her chin, her throat…

Her breasts were heavy and round, the flat space between them also stained red. It didn’t stop until it hit her navel, trailing off in a strange smear that probably had a matching one on Liam’s front.

The way his hand still held her throat was seriously fucking me up. They looked so fucking good together and I tried to remember if I’d ever felt like this with anyone else we’d ever fucked together. I really didn’t think so, and that should have me turning on my heel and getting the fuck out of here, but I just couldn’t bring myself to move, not when those clear grey eyes turned on me.

“No, I don’t want him to leave.”

Shit, I was really in trouble now.

I was just real fucking lucky there wasn’t enough sanity in her eyes or I’d be a goner. Lucy was looking at me, but she wasn’t really seeing me.

Grabbing her face was instinct, and I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. “And who exactly am I?”

The way she looked up at me…it made my heart literally freeze in my chest. “Cassius.”

She knew it was me, and still wanted me to stay?

“Please don’t go.” Lucy reached for me with one hand, the other sliding through Liam’s hair, making his eyes close as he leaned into her touch.

The way she could manage him was insane. I’d never seen Liam like this before. His ruts always made him feral and vicious, but Lucy seemed to like that about him—wanted it even.

Before I knew what I was doing, I took the hand that was reaching out for me and stared down at the small delicate nature of it. She held a gun like it was nothing with something like this?

Her hand was trembling, and her eyes were starting to look hazy again, but she didn’t look away from me.

“It’s too much,” she confessed, pulling me toward her.

It was instinct to resist at first, but then I found myself leaning closer, ignoring Liam like I was suicidal because…

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