Page 15 of The Blind Hordesman

“I don’t know.”

The male sighs, and I wait and wait, biting my fingernail. “Sir?”

“I’m thinking, dear.”

“Okay.” Weird.

I keep waiting, lift the necklace, twirl it, watch the pendant reflect the light. It’s a really pretty, hard, unusual stone. Tiny but strong.

The Hordesman barges into the tent.

I screech and stand, hand over my heart. “Scared the shit out of me!”

“What the fuck is taking so long?” the Hordesman says.

“My eardrums,” comes from the line.

Seer extends a hand. “The com.”

I drop it in his palm, but he doesn’t put it in his ear.

He dumps it on the table. “Dreikx, I asked for a simple thing. A recipe.”

I can’t hear the other end of the conversation, but Seer does, and he’s arguing, pacing the tent, his muscles flexing and relaxing. He’s angry at the male or maybe the entire world. Who knows? I don’t know, but his anger is expressive on his body with all the muscles tensing, and as he paces, the scent of aggression rolls off him in waves. I inhale like a child might inhale the first winter snow. My lady bits tingle, and I scrub my face, hoping against hope I don’t release any more lubricant and have to shower again.

Abruptly, the Alpha stops and lifts his nose. A smile spreads on his face. “You really like what you see.”

I roll my eyes. I can’t believe he can scent my arousal, and I’m not even aroused. Much. “Did you get the recipe?”

“No.”

“Bummer.”

“You’ll make the cookies anyway. Do what you have to do. Take a day, but make me those cookies.”

“I don’t even know what kind—”

The Alpha places his hands on the table. His aggressive scent invites me, and I lean my hands on his bicep, bring my face closer to his neck, and sniff. Immediately, I groan, because I know what’s coming. Wet panties. My nipples perk, and I just want to lick him. And so I do. I lick his neck, taste. Mmmm. I lick again and bite down, hold. The Hordesman doesn’t move, purr, or even breathe.

Oh my Serpent, I bit an Alpha.

I lean back and blink a few times, then scrub my face. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” But I do know. I’m an Omega and there’s an Alpha unlike any other here for me. I’ve never smelled anything more male than his scent, and my brain simply doesn’t have enough time to process before I’ve already acted on my biological urges.

“I didn’t expect that,” he says. “I’m gonna bite you back in a place where it counts. Not now, ’cause I got shit to do and so do you. Make one of those flat chocolate chip cookies with no chocolate or sugary shit. Just put some Betaren in them. Then let me taste them. Before you get to work, do know that if you try to poison any of our food, I will strap you to a pole and leave you there. You will die slowly and painfully, and I will move on.”

Dickhead. “You should really become a motivational speaker.”

He smiles. “Get to work, Omega.”

I round the desk, and when he won’t get out of my way, I push at his chest.

He won’t move.

I give him a bored stare.

“Bite me again,” he says.

“I’d rather not. I’m not even sure why I did it in the first place.”

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