Page 87 of Bonds of Hate

Just because I’ve let myself get distracted from the still burning question of what triggered her emergence from the woodwork doesn’t mean I stopped wanting an answer altogether.

Then I realize something.

“Wait, Logan didn’t even make you come?”

Maya looks up, startled at the sudden aggression in my tone. “No.”

I’m on my feet before I can stop myself, stalking toward her with predatory intent. Maya’s pupils dilate, but she doesn’t shrink away as I tower over her.

“You should leave if you don’t want to be touched.” My voice comes out rougher than intended. “Because if you stay, I’m going to do to you exactly what Logan should have.”

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, the fruit-sweetscent of her arousal cutting through Logan’s territorial marking. She ever so lightly shifts her weight back toward the center of the bed.

Good enough for me.

Maya instinctively lies back as I crawl onto the bed and over her, my knees planted on either side of her thighs and fists planted near her shoulders to cage her body with mine.

She stares up at me with wide and unblinking eyes, twin seas of blackberry deep enough to drown in. The slightest tremor quakes over her slight form, so small I might have missed it if I wasn’t watching her so closely.

“Poor baby, all wound up,” I purr. “No wonder you were crying alone in the dark. You need one of your Alphas to take care of you.”

Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, but she remains still beneath me. The crystals in her hair catch the dim light as she tilts her chin up to meet my gaze.

I wait another beat, giving her time to choose. She can bolt for the door if that’s what she wants to do. Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip again, and she stays exactly where she is.

I cup her cheek in my palm and take her lips in a gentle kiss. She responds immediately, kissing me back in a way that is both artless and endearing. Her arms wrap around my neck like she’s gripping a life preserver. I’m the one who has to keep the tempo slow, maintaining a chaste brush of our lips when she tries to shove her tongue down my throat.

Fuck, Logan is an idiot. He always leads with anger and threats, when even the saddest offering of kindness has this poor girl eating out of the palm of your palm.

I whisper the question into her mouth. “Why didn’t you finish yourself off on your own?”

I already know the answer, but I really want to hear her say it.

“Not allowed,” she gasps, arching her hips as I trace light kisses down the curve of her jaw. “S’against the rules.”

“Such a good, obedient little Omega.” My knee shifts between her thighs as I grip her hips, urging her to grind against me. “Lucky for you, good girls get what they deserve.”

I swallow her gasps of pleasure as she bucks against the hard plane of my thigh.

If I hadn’t already believed the claims of virginity, her reaction now would be enough to convince me. She still kisses like she’s doing it for the very first time, just a little desperate and too eager to please. Her movements unerringly follow mine, slowing or speeding up when I do, looking to me for direction.

I’ve never put any stock in the virtues of innocence, but maybe I should revise that opinion.

Her dress rides up, revealing bare pussy. I don’t ask where her underwear went. Knowing Logan, he is probably back at the gala waving them around like a flag.

She sits halfway up to watch where my hands linger on her thighs.

“You got so close, didn’t you, baby? And he still wouldn’t do anything about it.” I bite back a laugh at her frantic nod. This girl. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re going to get you there now. In fact, why don’t you show me what you would have done if it wasn’t against the rules.”

My hand touches hers, and she instinctively grips it likea lifeline. Chuckling, I maneuver her fingers between her spread thighs until she cups her own swollen and drenched cunt.

With a gasp, she throws her head back so suddenly I have to pull back so she doesn’t break my nose.

“Fuck, you really were desperate for it.”

I guide her hand to move, but she quickly takes over for me, slick squelching between her fingers. Her thumb presses against the hardened nub of her clit and I follow with my own, increasing the grinding pressure.

She might be trying to speak, but all I hear are desperate gasps and barely audible moans, her mouth moving in shapes that don’t particularly resemble words.

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