“If I thought you couldn’t be more beautiful before, it’s only because I hadn’t seen you soaked in blood and vengeance.”

The soul-deep desire in his gaze is incendiary. I feel like I could burst into flames.

My stomach knots with desire, yearning, something I might even consider love if I stopped to think about it.

Unapologetically greedy, I demand of him, “Ruin me.”

My next breath is knocked out of me as my back hits the hard floor, Ecker’s lithe hips wedged between my thighs, my skirt flipped up.

He possesses my mouth as he rocks his pelvis against mine. I push into him and mewl for more. The wet blood underneath me only makes it feel more raw. Dirty and base.

I want to lose myself in the mess of it all, the chaos of him, and the fire between us.

My hands gracelessly tug at his belt and waistband, and he bites on my earlobe, the sharp shock of pain striking me deep in my core.

“Take it out,” he mutters roughly into my ear. “So I can properly wreck you.”

My hands rush to push down his pants and wrap around his silken skin. My mouth waters at the feel of him so thick and hard for me. His fingers roughly shove my panties aside and plunge inside of me, making me arch my back and scream.

“So fucking wet, Sinclair.” He groans hungrily. “I’m not surprised. Of course, a little torture would leave a bloodthirsty thing like you dripping.”

I continue to stroke his length as he pumps two fingers in and out of my pussy. My mouth falls open when he curls them inside me. I instinctively buck into the pleasure. We meet each other’s golden stares with heavy pants. He drops his head to kiss my slackened jaw and withdraws his fingers. I position his tip at my entrance.

“You’re the perfect match for us. You know that? No other omega here would beg to get fucked in the pool of a dead man’s blood,” he says as he slams inside me. His words are like the sharp snap of a rubber band.

My hand finds the handle of the knife on the floor and tightens around it. I press the tip to his neck, right under his jaw. A bead of crimson wells where his pulse thrums. “Do not speak of other omegas when your cock is inside me.”

He chuckles devilishly. “Got a taste of blood and already want more?”

His eyes flicker with flames, and he wrenches the knife out of my hand in a split second, flinging it behind him. Next thing I know, his palms are wrapped tightly around my throat. His elbows lock as he pistons into me. His fingers squeeze and my head rushes.

“Now that you know what it’s like to take a life, how does it feel knowing I hold yours in my hands?”

It’s a struggle to breathe, let alone speak, but I immediately know the answer. “Powerful.”

Because as strong as he is, as easily as he could overtake me and end my life in the blink of an eye, I know he won’t. And that’s why I hold the power.

He releases his grip and cradles the back of my head as he presses his forehead against mine and thrusts ruthlessly into me. He grits his teeth and mutters, “You’re stronger than any of us, Sinclair.”

His words melt over me as I gulp for air. My heart pounds. His body, his strength are everything I need and more. The pleasure isn’t a smooth rising tide, but a rocky, crashing wave. Every punch of his hips adds to the storm.

“Ecker . . .”I moan and cup his face. “Fuck, fuck—fuck!”

His voice is gruff and hot. “That’s it, Omega. Give it to me. Break for me.”

I throw my head back and his palms flatten on the floor. His teeth bite into his lower lip as he fights to keep the rhythm while my pussy clenches.

The tendons of his neck flex and his forehead scrunches. He’s so painfully beautiful.

It strikes me deep in the chest as my climax crests.

“Keep milking me . . . Keep. Fucking—fuckk.”He groans coarsely. His hips snap forward as he buries himself deep inside me and comes with a sputtering curse and full body shiver.

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