Page 57 of Caught in His Sights

“Delete it, then,” I dare him, curious to see what he’ll do.

Instead of moving the incriminating file to the trash, Oliver closes the window and fixes me with a defiant stare. “You have one more chance to secure it better. If I locate this again, your precious blackmail will be gone. Then what will you use to keep me here?”

The threat draws a growl from deep in my throat. “How about something more tangible?”

I reach into my pocket and pull out a black jeweler’s box.

As I set it on the desk beside him, he stares at it in surprise. “Is that…?”

“Open it.” I nuzzle his ear, and he shivers again.

His hand trembles as he opens it, revealing a thick metal ring inside. Excitement pushes his pheromones out thicker as he takes it out and turns to face me. “Will you do the honor?”

I take it from him and tip his head back, fitting it around his nape guard and twisting the lock into place.

Pride fills me, and I rub my thumb over the engraving of my name on the side before releasing it. The weight of it settles in the hollow of his collarbone as a constant reminder that he belongs to me.

“How does it look?” Oliver asks, his voice breathy with anticipation.

“Beautiful.” I trace the slender column of his throat. “It will be perfect with the chain attached.”

The pulse in his neck flutters faster, his pupils dilating with desire.

At his next Heat, I’ll sink my teeth into his nape and leave my Mark on this Omega.

“Caleb…” He shifts in his seat, his thighs parting.

I trail my hand down his chest, lingering over his pounding heart. “Did you post the article?”

“It’s already at twenty-thousand likes.” He grips the arms of the chair in a visible effort not to grab for me. “I’m getting so much hate in the comments.”

“Should we leak a sex tape?” I pop the button on my slacks. “Give them something to really be mad about?”

His focus shifts to my thickening cock, and he licks his lips.

“Or we can go to a judge and be married today.”

His head jerks up to meet my eyes. “What?”

I cup his chin. “No?”

“It’s too soon,” he says, the words more of a question than a refusal.

“You’re wearing my ring.” I move my hand to his hair and grip it hard enough to draw a moan from him. “Are you going to change your mind?”

“Never.” He strains toward me. “I love you, I want to marry you, I want your Mark and your babies and…”

He trails off, gasping for breath with his excitement.

Bending, I lift him out of the chair and revel at the way his legs wrap around my waist, fitting perfectly against my body.

“It’s a good thing I’m just as obsessed with you, too, my greedy Omega.” Thoughts fixed on the bed upstairs, I head for the door. “Should we do those in order?”

He buries his head into the curve of my neck. “What if I’m already pregnant?”

I freeze in the hall, my mind blanking, then flooding with the memory of how many times I came inside him during his Heat before plugging him up so my seed wouldn’t leak out.

Oliver shakes in my arms, and a moment later, his muffled laughs break free.

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