Page 8 of Bonds of Hate

I’m too overwhelmed to make sense of this. I don’t know how I should respond to such a basely carnal display.When I received an invitation to the palace, I hadn’t exactly expected to be kneeling half-naked between the tea tables and jerking off the prince with the help of his bodyguard.

“Faster,” Logan commands. “Fuck, just like that.”

Ares hasn’t taken his hand off of mine, but now he lets me do all the work. I increase the speed of our movements as Logan makes responsive sounds of pleasure. There is already the slightest swelling at the base of him, the beginnings of a knot.

Testing him, I pulse my fist with the next downstroke and then clench at the base as hard as I can. His answering groan gratifies me way more than it should.

There is a heady power in this that I hadn’t expected to feel, in this ability to make the prince feel so much pleasure with such a simple act. Charlotte always maintains that Omegas are really the ones with the most influence among all the dynamics.I still don’t believe that’s true, but I understand better what she might have been getting at.

If I were an assassin, it would be all too easy to pull outa knife hidden in my skirt and cut that artery in the prince’s neck. The one that pulses with the wild rhythm of his heartbeat every time he throws his head back on another groan.

Logan’s breaths come faster, his hips rising to match the thrusting pace of my hand.

“Such a good girl,” Ares breathes into my ear. “Do you know what you’re doing to us?”

He grinds his hips against the curve of my backside until I feel his erection nestled in the seam of my ass.

“We believe sharing is caring, at least with each other.” Ares nips hard at my earlobe, making me jump. One hand slides up my belly, teasing at each jut of my ribs before circling my nipple with a single finger. “You see Poe over there? Moments like this, you can always bet on finding him lurking in the shadows. He loves to watch.”

Against my best judgment, I let him turn my head in Poe’s direction.

Pitch-black eyes practically shine in the dark as I find Poe watching me. Seconds pass and he doesn’t so much as blink. His arm shifts as he reaches into his own pants, fists his cock and strokes it in a steady rhythm.

Ares chuckles. “Whom I kidding, though? We all like to watch.”

Heat blooms on my cheeks as I tear my gaze away.

My skin is flushed, hot like a fever. Shame is a burning sensation in my gut, eclipsed only by a rising tide of desire. It’s only a matter of time before I spontaneously combust.

Logan’s next words sound like they come from a hundred miles away. “I want her mouth.”

Ares is already shifting me closer before I can decide if I actually want to go through with this.

“I don’t?—”

Thick fingers slip into my mouth. The taste of bitter clove bursts on my tongue. My eyes involuntarily slip closed as that flavor explodes across my senses. I want to hate it. I want to spit out his invasive digits and insist that the Enclave didn’t send me here to be treated like their whore before I demand they let me leave.

But I just can’t do it.

Ares’s hand grips the hair on the back of my head. I don’t resist as he guides my head into Logan’s lap.

When he is only inches from my lips, I risk a glance at Logan’s face.

His eyes darken as he stares down at me. The gold of his irises is a barely visible ring around dilated pupils. Soulless pits that I could fall into and never hit the bottom.

Falling forever.

Logan takes advantage of my distraction. His hips lift enough that the tip of him slides past my lips to butt against my teeth. My mouth instinctively parts wider because I worry he’ll mistake my hesitation for an intent to bite him.

Ares uses his grip on my head to press my face closer to Logan’s groin, chuckling darkly. “Be careful of the biting, sweetheart. He likes it too much. We want this to last longer than two minutes.”

Logan deliberately lifts his hips so his cock slides roughly against my bottom teeth. Then forward again, so I know the action is deliberate.

I guess he really doesn’t have a problem with biting.

“Squeeze your hands at the base,” Ares instructs. He places one of my hands in position and then the other, demonstrating the right amount of pressure. “You don’thave to worry about being too rough. He likes it that way.”

It’s easy to comply with his instructions. Too easy. A second nature that I’ve been told my whole life not to resist.

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