Page 7 of Bonds of Hate

“None,” I force out.“No other Alphas.”

A dark chuckle fans the tiny hairs at the side of my headas Ares shifts closer. “That means no one has ever done this either, right?”

Rough fingers stroke along the curve of my breast. His fingers capture one nipple and pinch hard. Ares laughs when I let out an involuntary moan at the pain.

Logan tilts his head to the side, studying my reactions as Ares continues to tease my oversensitive flesh. He addresses Ares without looking away from my chest. “They look like dollops of cream on a piece of pie.”

“Piece of ass is more like it,” Poe mutters. He leans against a marble pillar and shadows obscure most of his face. “A piece of Omega ass, no different from any other.”

“We’re about to find out,” Logan responds agreeably. He leans back in his chair, every inch the spoiled royal. “Omega, crawl to me.”

Ares releases me so abruptly that I almost pitch forward. When he moves away, goosebumps prickle across every bit of my exposed skin.

Poe comes to stand behind Logan’s chair, as if even he can’t resist the urge to involve himself. “You can run away at any time, Omega. Tuck that tail back between your legs before something else ends up there.”

I could just walk out that door. Not run, obviously. Alpha instincts aren’t worth testing that much. But I do actually believe that they won’t stop me if I fasten up my dress and march out of here. Charlotte must be pacing right outside the door, waiting for me to emerge triumphant with a mating contract in hand. I can practically see the look of excitement on her face as she demands all the details.

Until I tell her I refused one of the most eligible bachelorsin all of Melilla because he asked me to crawl on the floor like a toddler and I didn’t want to do it. I can already hear her response in my head.

What did you think he’d want from you after you’re mated?

Then I’ll have to deal with her disappointment. Judgment. Familiar speeches about how hard it’s been to create a better life for herself because of her designation. I’ve been handed a genetic lottery ticket and here I am throwing it away.

My sweaty palms squeak against the tile as I slowly crawl towards the prince, my gaze trained on his polished shoes. Shame laps at my senses like an ocean wave, with an undertow that threatens to pull me out to sea.

They watch me silently until I kneel up between Logan’s spread thighs. I can’t bring myself to meet his gaze. The portrait still glares down at me. I wonder how many other women Prince Logan has forced to their knees in front of his ancestors.

“I see that pride burning in your eyes, how you choke it back.” Logan grips my chin, forcing our gazes to meet. He strokes a finger down my cheek, the gesture almost gentle. “I wonder how good you’ll be at swallowing down something else.”

I say the words, even though they taste like bile on my tongue. “What do want of me, Alpha?”

Logan unbuckles his belt with his free hand and slides it free before tossing it to the floor. With the twist of one hand, he opens the front of his pants and releases the largest cock that I’ve ever seen.

Practically hard enough to stand up on its own. Tipangry-pink and already leaking fluid.Almost as long as my forearm.

“Show us just how good of an Omega you can be by sucking me off.”

They showed us instructional videos at the Enclave. Every Omega graduate is supposed to know how to please an Alpha properly, without unnecessary prompting. But clinical and sanitized interactions shot on hazy film with boring voiceovers don’t exactly prepare you for the real thing.

A barely acknowledged part of me wonders if he tastes as good as he smells.

The scent of bitter clove and Alpha aggression tinge the air.

I make an involuntary movement backward. Away from him and the unwilling urges suddenly glowing like stars in the dark recesses of my mind.

My back collides with a solid mass of flesh. Ares wraps an arm around my waist as he settles behind me, bent knees framing my hips until the mass of his body encases mine.

“What are you doing?” I ask, voice shaking.

“Helping. Wouldn’t want you running away. Not now, when you’re so close to the finish line.” Ares rubs his cheek against mine,scenting like a cat. His arm tightens around my waist when I cringe away. “But I’ll let you go if you ask me nicely.”

I say nothing. The only question is whether I’m unwilling or unable to insist he let me go.

Ares’s dark chuckle reverberates against my back. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

His free hand grabs mine where it rests in my lap, hisgrip strong but not painful. He wraps my fingers around the base of Logan’s cock and makes me squeeze hard enough that the prince lets out a low groan.

Logan’s flesh is scorching hot under my palm, a molten core wrapped in sleek satin. His shaft is thick enough that my fingers don’t quite meet as Ares’s fist forces my grip tighter than should be pleasurable for him. But he throws his head back in the chair, a low growl building from his chest and jangling my senses.

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