Page 128 of Bonds of Hate

His eyes narrow as he blearily focuses on my face. “Running away again? That’s what you do best, isn’t it Maya? Run when things get complicated. Well, you can’t run back to the harem now.”

I glare at him, genuinely offended. Because I didn’t just run for nothing. From the very beginning, he had been determined to chase me away.

My voice is pure silk. “Does your actual mate know you call her a complication?”

Logan’s hold on becomes bruising. “What did you say?”

The words tumble out before I can stop them. Maybe it’s the heat making me reckless, or maybe I’m just tired of all the lies. “Who is she? Does she know that you signed a mating contract with someone else?”

He glares at me. “There is no other woman.”

“Then why is there a claiming mark on your shoulder?” I spit the question at him. “I saw it when you were in the shower.”

For a second, he just stares at me, seemingly at a loss for words. Then he laughs, and the sound is ugly. Bitter. “You think you know everything, don’t you?” His hands tighten painfully on my arms when I attempt to wiggle out of his hold. “Always watching, always calculating. But you don’t know shit.”

He moves with shocking speed and accuracy for someone so drunk. His mouth crashes against mine, cutting off any protests I might have managed in my own altered state. The weight of his body pins me to the couch cushions.

My hands press against his chest, but the touch of his skin sends electricity racing through me.

Alpha.

Heat is coming and the desperate Omega in me doesn’t care that I hate him. Need simmers under my skin, making every point of contact between us feel like sparks of electricity. My body has no choice but to betray me, melting into his touch even as my mind screams in protest.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let Logan fuck me through a heat. He can’t bond or impregnate me, not with another Omega’s claim already on him. Once it’s done, I’ll happily take the first chance I get to escape the palace and him forever.

Logan breaks the kiss, pressing his face into the curve of my neck. His breath fans hot against my skin. “Gods, you smell amazing.” His voice is rough, desperate. “Like nothingI’ve ever...” He inhales deeply. “Most incredible thing I’ve ever smelled in my life.”

I turn my face away, fighting against the fog of hormones clouding my thoughts. My Omega screams at me to strip off my clothes and beg him to fuck me. “Logan, stop. You’re drunk and you don’t want to do this. Not with me.”

“Shh.” His fingers thread through my hair, holding me in place. “Just let me taste you.”

My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can feel it where our chests press together. Impending heat turns the dial to maximum on every feeling, every sensation. It makes everything too intense, his touch, his scent, the weight of him holding me down. I can’t possibly be expected to think clearly through any of it.

Logan has firmly taken control. His hands slide over mine, pinning them to the couch on either side of my head as he hovers over me. His teeth score my neck, fingers biting into my hips as his hips grind against mine.

Some part of me should be able to resist. He is controlling, unstable, and he’ll never be willing or able to give me what I want. But it’s harder to remember all those reasons when he has his thigh pressed against my core, urging me to buck against him with his hands on my hips. Harder still when he traces the shell of my ear with his tongue, whispering affirmations of how alluring I smell.

With a cramping wave in my belly, slick coats my inner thighs.

His hand moves immediately to play in the mess, fingers dipping in that slickness that betrays my need ashe groans with pleasure. “Such a good Omega. Look at how wet you are.”

I squirm, wanting to get closer and yet still half-heartedly turning my face away. My body moves of its own volition, driven mad by the need for a release that I know is almost within my grasp.

Desire clouds my better judgement, leaving no room for logic or consequences. The Omega in me desperately wants an Alpha and, with heat, any of them will do. In this moment, I want Logan with a hormone-fueled desperation. The feeling won’t last forever, but still long enough to do something I’ll very much regret later.

And Logan, damn him, can easily sense my need even in his drunk state.

Slick fingers circle my clit, and I buck against his hand with a moan.

He growls his approval against my neck, grinding his cock against my slit with a roll of his hips. “Tell me how much you need this.”

His thumb presses at my entrance, but doesn’t push past the sensitive inner lips. Waiting for an answer that I can’t bear to give.

“Please...I need…Logan, please!” Words stutter into a whimper me as his thumb pushes just a little further inside, enough to make me keen with longing.

“Please what?” he prompts against my ear, teeth scraping gently against my neck. “Say it. Beg me to fuck you.”

I open my mouth to do just that. Resisting the force of his need combined with my own simply isn’t possible.

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