Page 10 of Bonds of Hate

Ares yanks my waist back against his chest and grinds himself against my backside. His fingers increase speed on my clit as he leans forward to growl in my ear.

“Come now, Omega!”

Oblivion hits me hard enough that my vision darkens atthe edges. I release a sob just as my mouth fills with Logan’s release. The amount is copious. Obscene. It dribbles down my chin, mixing with tears and snot, as I struggle to swallow and breathe at the same time.

Logan reclines back in his chair, not bothering to do up his pants. Despite producing enough cum to drown me, his cock is still hard with a nearly full knot. He seems entirely unbothered by the display.

His expression turns contemplative as the pleasure high fades. Darkness creeps into his gaze.

“That might be the best blowjob I’ve gotten in weeks,” he says, idly stroking himself with a lazy smile. “Do they teach all of you how to do that at the Enclave? Maybe I should schedule a few more interviews.”

His words are like being doused in cold water.

Even Ares seems surprised, letting out a low “damn, man”.

I push to my feet and yank up my dress, trying to get it back on as quickly as possible without ripping the fabric. “Teach us to do what? Be degraded?”

“Degraded?” Logan repeats the word with a dry chuckle. He hasn’t bothered to put himself away, legs spread so his still half-hard erection rests on his thigh. “Is that why that pretty dress is soaked in slick right now? Because you didn’t want this?”

“I didn’t come here to be treated like a toy.” I cross my arms over my chest, knowing the gesture looks defensive. That’s because it is. I have to defend myself against this. Against him. “I can be an Omega and a person at the same time.”

This whole thing was a test. I innately understand that.Just like I know I passed it. I’ve proven that I’m not whatever stereotype of a simpering Omega he had conjured in his head.

But he still gets to be the one who decides what winning means.

At my words, Logan’s gaze flashes to away for the briefest moment before returning to me. The others seem to lean infinitesimally closer, as if they’re also curious what his reaction will be.

Some unidentifiable emotion flashes in his eyes. For a moment, I almost convince myself that I see a softening in him. But it disappears almost immediately. There and gone again so quickly that it might as well never have existed.

His expression hardens into the more familiar mask, the look of a courtier who has spent a lifetime perfecting political maneuvers while giving absolutely nothing of himself away.

“There is no bargaining here, Omega,” Logan says, finally. “It’s this, or it’s nothing.”

I swipe the back of my hand across my mouth, which is totally inadequate to clean up the mess he made of me. He had my head held down while he fucked my throat as his pack watched. The taste of him is still on my lips.

His scent soaks so deeply into my skin that even an hour spent scrubbing with soap and water won’t wash it away completely, I think bitterly.

More bitter than the taste of his cum. More bitter than the salt of my own tears.

But it’s the look in his eyes at this moment that makes something break inside me.

Bitter clove. I should have known better from the very beginning.

“We would be good to you, baby girl,” Ares wheedles.

“Or any other omega that happens to be available,” I challenge.

He shrugs that off, but has the grace to look somewhat abashed. “Pleasure is pleasure. Might as well enjoy it while you can.”

Poe’s expression is entirely pitiless. “Fly away, little bird. Run, run, run away before something really bad happens to you.”

Cillian just stares at me, but I sense a curious relief in his gaze when I take a stumbling step back.

I gather up my long skirts and what little dignity I have left.

None of them follow me.

Obviously, I’m not worth the effort of a chase.

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