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“Our hospitals. There’s staff on payroll. Nurses, pharmacists, and all kinds of physicians who prescribe Betaren to Omegas. This is why there’s not a lot of dealers and they know very little.”

“And you know a lot,” he concludes with a smile. “Tabby?”

“Yes, Alpha?”

“Breed with me.”

“Are you not listening?”

He wipes tears from my face. “I heard you. Breed with me.”

I smile. “You’re like a bull seeing red.”

“A bull is a strong animal meant for tough labor and breeding.”

“My money funds the entire Betaren project. There’s so much money, and it keeps growing and growing…”

Arkin covers my mouth with his hand. “Shhhhh. I don’t want to hear any more.”

Chapter 15

Arkin

Kitten’s words imprint on my brain. Through the haze of lust, I hear her, and I don’t care. The violence, the blood, the dozens of Omegas in heat I’ve picked up and secured today have done a number on me. I teeter at the edge of rut. It’s not a bad place for an Alpha as it provides ultimate control over an Omega. It’s tempting, this state, but oh so destructive to the relationship I’m trying to foster with my kitten. If Tabby won’t consent to breeding and bonding me, I will have to call my aunt and have her lock me up in that panic room downstairs until I can emerge with a clear head.

“Breed with me,” I hear myself say again and remove my hand from her mouth. I need to bond her and fuck her. It’s so very simple. Why do humans complicate things?

She cradles my face. “I’m the enemy, Arkin. If it wasn’t for me, the project would likely never take off. I gave them all money so they could make more money. I thought I was doing the right thing for the Omegas.”

“Breed. With. Me.” I grip her hips and haul her back up, pressing my body against hers. I’m filthy, bloody, and reek of Omega heat and other Alphas’ pheromones. The scents wreak havoc in my head, and I’m unsure how long I can hold back the rut. The blackness of madness is closing in.

“It’s in the attic,” she says.

Serpent’s heavy balls!Finally. I pick her up and haul her over my shoulder, return to the other wing of the house where I go straight, reach the attic latch and open it. The stairs unfold, and I climb.

We can’t fit through the hole. I twist, turn, try every which way. I’m too jacked up on violence to lower my armor and make myself smaller. I push Kitten up first, then squeeze through, praying I don’t get stuck and break half the ceiling to get to her. Once under the roof, I pull up the foldable stairs, close the hatch, and lock it. The air up here smells of her heat, and I stay crouched, my head brushing the roof.

Tabby sits atop her blankets. She takes a blue one with a pink unicorn pattern and holds it like a lifeline. I crawl to her, and she lies down, legs spread to receive me. My pants hang on my ass, and I’m surprised I could walk and climb, but it’s fucking amazing what a male can do when he’s determined to breed an Omega.

Palms on her soft thighs, I spread her pussy with my thumbs, then get to licking. The tang of Omega pussy hits the back of my throat, and I lick faster, purring my lungs out, coaxing more liquid out of her. Not that I need to. Kitten is always wet. I clamp her clitoris between the forks of my tongue and shove a finger up her little ass.

Kitten screams, and all that pussy juice floods out.

I release her clitoris and back up a bit to watch her coming, pussy gaping, looking for my knot. Tabby extends her hands toward me as her body trembles with multiple orgasms, her mouth open in a silent scream. I grab her hands and hold them, waiting for the rush to pass, my brain clearing of the horrible rut. Her scent calms me.

Tabby is my drug. I could not rut over her or break her even if I tried. There’s something fragile and vulnerable about her, yet something bold too. I’m in awe she has told me the truth about her involvement with Betaren. I appreciate it more than she knows.

Kitten’s body ceases shaking from the orgasms, and she sighs, then tucks her chin and stares at me with dilated pupils, telling me her heat has come.

“There you are, Omega. Now we will breed.”

“Yes,” she whispers. An Omega in heat is a creature dreams are made of. Because Tabby’s heat seems unregulated, or because I’m just that good with sending her into one, I don’t waste time. I crawl over her and lie down. My dick lines up with that gaping little pussy, and I jerk my hips forward and slip inside the warm hole. It takes a second to seat myself inside her. This pussy welcomes my dick, and the walls of it tremble, flooding the channel with more lubricant. “My seed is going to swim laps inside there.”

Tabby pulls my head down for a kiss, but I resist. I’m watching her. Under me, she wiggles, trying to get me to move, but I’ve got her in heat and in her nest, and I’m gonna do whatever I want with her.

Tabby grabs my braid and tugs. Her hips lifting, she squirms under me.

I grind my teeth. I was close to a rut in the hallway, so now that I’ve gotten hold of myself, I’ll enjoy her on my terms. I release my bonding scent, fill the room with it, and watch Tabby’s eyes roll to the back of her head. She scents it, no doubt, and it’s gonna make her crazy. Kitten fusses, wiggles, scratches my chest. Not wanting her to break her fingernails, I retract my armor.

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