Page 7 of Thief

His arms come up around me, his nose buried in my neck. “That’s right, my girl. Surrender. There’s nothing you can do about your biology.”

“But I’m not an Omega.”

“I’d like you to think that. I need you to go around this property, thinking that and saying you’re an alien I bought at an auction. Can you do that for me?” He’s kissing my neck. Running his nose over my skin. Inhaling. Exhaling. Rattling off sounds that make liquid heat trail down my thigh. My hard nipples rub against his cold body, as he brings me closer to him so his dick rests on my belly. When I don’t move or speak, he lifts my arms and throws them over his neck.

I interlock my fingers. “I’m tired of fighting,” I whisper and throw back my head.

“That’s okay. Because I’m not. I’ll fight for you any time. All you have to do is keep our secrets. The alternative for you on Regha is something you couldn’t handle. Imagine living in a compound where your every move is controlled.”

“You will control me anyway.”

“But I won’t share you. If you end up at the compound, they will share you, tear you, then put you back together later, for a pack the king will give you to. You’ll live in a home with at least five Alpha males, who are all aged, with wrinkly cocks and useless sperm. They’ll breed you when they want offspring, and if you have Betas, they will snuff them as they come out of you. If you can’t conceive Alphas or Omegas, they’ll replace you, and you’ll become a pack whore.”

I push away, but he holds me with a palm pressed on the small of my back, purrs quietly, and slides the window closed. “Do you want to hear the worst part? Hm? I don’t think you do, but I’ll tell you anyway. You will love any attention those Alphas give you. Even when you know you’re a hole for them to fuck and nothing more.”

“Let me go.”

“Not ever.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Thiswhat? Making you want me? I don’t have to do a thing. You’re coming into your heat. And when the heat comes, you will crawl all over me. But that’s not what I want from you. Not all of it, at least.” He’s breathing near my ear, and I shiver. “You can see my property. Today.”

I blink, trying to clear the haze in my head. I want to climb him and impale myself onto his dick. Maybe I misheard. “I can take a walk? Outside?”

“Mm-hm.” His lips are near mine, and he smiles as he closes the distance to peck my lips. His are cold and black, and I don’t care. The smell of him makes me crazy. The Alpha kisses me and rattles a warning when I don’t open my mouth. So I do. It’s like I know what he wants, and I need no words. Our bodies do the talking for us, our mouths unite, our tongues dance—mine red and wet, his black and forked. I grip his powerful shoulders and hold on, while his hands roam over my body, push up my tunic, and slide under it to grab my breast, twist my hard nipple. We’re kissing, and I’m struggling to breathe through my nose while his purr grows louder, his cock harder, and his body demands mine to turn around, bend, and let him pound into my aching pussy for as long he wants.

The Alpha holds back, though. He’s gentle, careful of his sharp claws. Careful not to ruin the moment, even when he feels the welts on my back, even when my body goes rigid as his thumb strokes the raised scars. He breaks the kiss, and I know he understands where I got those marks. He palms my ass, while his gaze stays locked with mine. His fingers find a way between my asscheeks and my small ass hole, then the place I am wet. He tilts his head briefly, then rubs my pussy and my ass with a long finger, and I sigh.

I throw back my head, moan quietly, and listen to the sounds he makes, feeling proud I hear his ragged breaths. His purr stutters when he forgets himself and plunges two fingers into my pussy, to pump hard and fast.

“This is an Omega pussy,” he whispers. “I fucking knew it would be.” He spanks me. Once… twice… five times, then rubs along my slit and my ass. It takes me seconds to come, and when I do, my knees fold, my head falls back, and he holds me. I’m at his mercy and under his control.

Sharp teeth graze my neck. “Did you know that, when a female bares her neck, it’s a sign she trusts the male with her life?”

“I don’t know anything.”

“That’s not true. You know to listen to your body. When you do, you will find yourself living a life many would die for.”

“What kind of life is that?”

“One shared with that special person you love.”

“I won’t love you.”

“You will.”

4

Eron

Dealing with my household, when I’d rather be dealing with my Omega, makes me pissy. Midway down the stairs, I stop. My staff, gathered at the entry hall, is whispering. One of them knocked on my door and disrupted my fine morning.

“This better be good,” I say. I’m unhappy at having to leave my Omega—Ka-te,will call herKate—in the room, after I promised her she would see my property.

The Horde in the area has sent my Betas into a frenzy. While we routinely tie up the loose ends of our illegal operations in Ohala, we also work openly out here, in the remote village—something that we’ll need to change during the Horde’s stay.

Whispers cease, and my people shuffle their feet, reluctant to exit or enter the open doorway. The Betas working in the yard stare up at me as if I’m the Holy Serpent with all the answers. I have none. I’m preoccupied with my new acquisition, who’s upset with me for leaving her up in her room.

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