Page 50 of Bonds of Hate

“Logan thinks he cares about why you came crawling back to us. He is already imagining what kind of dark, dirty secret you’re keeping to explain it.” He rubs his cheek against my inner thigh, scenting me. The day-old stubble is abrasive on the sensitive skin. “But I’ll let you in on one of my secrets, sweetheart. I don’t give a single, solitary fuck what brought you back here. The only thing I care about is right here. I plan to play in this sweet, little cunt as much and as often as I can. Tell us all your secrets, or don’t. It doesn’t make any difference to me.”

The tears in my eyes are from more than anger. “I hate you.”

“I know, baby.” He shrugs off my words, though his lip curls into a snarl as he studies me. With his head hovering between my legs, green eyes visible just above the curve of my belly. “Let’s keep that energy going. This is a punishment, remember? Only good Omegas who follow the rules get rewarded.”

I try once to shove him away, but he barely does more than laugh when I manage a single solid kick to his chest. If he even feels the strike, Ares doesn’t give any reaction, just holding me down more firmly as his mouth descends to lick at my swollen pussy.

He brings me to the edge of orgasm at least three more times before I lose count. With each one, I think I might manage it despite his efforts. But to my endless frustration, Aresalways seems to know when I’m about to fall over the precipice. He pulls back every time, letting the fire bank for a few minutes before redoubling his efforts to drive me entirely out of my mind.

He pushes another finger inside me every time I curse at him and presses the edge of his teeth into my clit when I insult whatever farm animal gave birth to him. Eventually I relent and stop trying to resist him, falling back on the table in a near daze until he decides that I’ve had enough. Though I put up enough of a fight that I feel bad for whatever servant will be expected to come clean up the mess.

By the end of it, I’m fully prostrate on the dining table with several of the dishes swept aside and crashed on the floor. The ceiling slowly spins above me, crystal chandeliers reflecting the light in impossible patterns that make me wonder if I’m hallucinating.

Ares finally rises from his crouch to loom over me, nostrils flaring with each breath. His lips glisten with slick. His pupils are dilated so fully that his eyes appear almost entirely black, with only a thin circle of green at the very edge.

He looks like a wild animal.

Until he smiles. Then he just looks like a monster.

But he plays the gentleman as he gently helps me off the table, supporting my boneless body as I struggle to put on the robe. Though when I’m finally standing upright, on shaky legs but under my own power, he continues to stand too close.

I refuse to look at him until he grips my chin and forces me to meet his gaze.

Eyes as green as toxic pools stare back at me. It takeseverything I have not to rake my nails down the side of face. Anything to break that look of triumph twisting his features.

“Go ahead and run along back to the harem. A guard is waiting to escort you.” He catches my arm before I can turn away, his smile widening when my body tenses in reaction. “I won’t tell you not to try finishing what I started when you get back to your room. In fact, I want you to try.” His hands slip down to the belt of my robe, making a bow out of the fabric and pulling it tight. One hand brushes across the apex of my thighs, the touch too light to be more than teasing. “Because even if you manage to wring out some weak orgasm with your own fingers, you’ll spend the entire time wishing I’d given you something better.”

The moment he releases me, I bolt for the door. As promised, a beta guard, who very carefully doesn’t look at me, is waiting in the hallway. I limp behind him, back to the harem. My pussy is still so wet and swollen that it feels like I’m trying to hold a ripe peace between my thighs as I walk.

Frustration tightens every muscle, making my head spin. As soon as the door to my room closes, I collapse against it and shove my hand under the flimsy fabric of my robe. Even though I’m still wet enough to be dripping, my already abused clit screams in protest with even the lightest press of my fingers. Tiny shocks of pain-laced pleasure are barely enough to get me to the weakest and most disappointing orgasm that I’ve ever experienced.

Ares last words to me echo through my head.

You’ll spend the entire time wishing I’d given you something better.

I can’t decide which of us I hate more.

Chapter Eleven

ARES

Ilean back in my chair, a satisfied smirk playing across my lips as I watch Maya on the security video. Surveillance systems are in place throughout the palace, but I’m one of the few who can access the encrypted live feeds. The camera tucked up against the ceiling in her room is small enough that she almost certainly hasn’t noticed it.

I track her stumbling progress all the way from Logan’s apartment and back to the harem. She looks like a shellshocked soldier on the way home from the frontline.

My only regret is that I didn’t figure out sooner how effective a little orgasm denial could be on an Omega too innocent to hide her physical responses.

Her reaction once she finds herself alone in the room is fucking perfection. When her filthy hands slip under that robe and her face screws up in pained concentration, I feel a spike of pleasure so sharp that I couldn’t ignore it if I wanted to.

My zipper is undone within thirty seconds because I’m either going to finish in my pants or in my hand.

It’s too bad that the surveillance system is only wired for video, and not audio. Though I can easily imagine the breathy little mewls and desperate groans Maya makes as she puts a valiant effort into getting herself off. The little sounds she made when I had my face buried in her cunt still echo pleasantly in my mind.

My dick has been rock hard from the moment I caught her in the basement. The smell of her slick lingers in the apartment making it easy to I imagine it’s her hands gripping me hard. I drift in the memory of my cheek pressed against the frantic heartbeat pulsing in her upper thigh as I licked up every drop of slick. The way she melted against me when she finally gave into the inevitable at the end and stopped fighting me. Watching her struggle with unfulfilled desire now might be even sweeter.

A few strokes as I watch her tiny mouth flutter in panting breaths is all it takes.

I come almost quickly as she does and pull off my t-shirt to clean up the mess before tossing it to the side.

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