Page 9 of Bonds of Hate

The hand in my hair tightens, drawing an unwitting gasp.

“But he isn’t the only one, is he, princess?” Ares leans forward, pressing himself harder against me. His whisper tickles the delicate shell of my ear. “I can smell the slick pooling between those creamy thighs. I bet there’s enough to leave a puddle on the tile. Should I tell them how much you like this?”

His voice is low enough not to carry, whispered words meant only for my ears. That doesn’t stop the hot lick of shame from curling in the pit of my belly.

Except the feeling isn’t only shame and Ares knows it.

“Such a good, responsive girl. She doesn’t need an Alpha command to drop to her knees and slick up her panties.”

I feel a wash of pleasure at the praise, even though I don’t miss the note of mockery.

“I wish I could watch your face when I make you come. I suppose we have to save something for next time.”

Next time.

Sharing is caring.

The thought of it cramps my belly and another gush of slick coats my thighs. My hands tighten on Logan’s burgeoning knot, an involuntary reaction to the direction of my thoughts. He thrusts deeper, making me choke.

My eyes water as he hits the back of my throat.

Logan leans forward and cradles my cheeks with bothhands, but gently, as if the bones of my face will shatter if he uses too much force.

His hold on me stays gentle, even as he forces himself deeper down my throat. Smile growing wider as I fight not to gag on him.

“Show me those pretty tears, Omega. I want your eyes on me until I come down your throat.”

Supreme gentleness counterbalanced by total filth.His words wrap around my brain like cotton, making it impossible to think about anything aside from just how much I want to please him in this moment.

It’s easy to ignore the soreness in my throat as he hits the spot that triggers my gag reflex. I deliberately relax my jaw to take him deeper. His groan is like music to my ears. He pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in with a harsh stroke. I feel the challenge in each movement. He wants me to pull away so he can establish dominance by forcing me back.

But Alphas aren’t the only ones capable of control.

My tongue swirls around the tip of him. He growls low in his throat and thrusts hard. At his next retreat, I press the edges of my teeth into him with a teasing nip.

“Fuck!” Logan shouts, bucking his hips.

“Naughty girl.” His growl rumbles against my back as Ares shifts his hold on my head. “I told you not to bite.”

He snakes a hand into the satin fabric pooled around my waist. I instinctively shift away and his other hand wraps around the back of my neck, holding me in place.

“Relax, I know what naughty Omegas need.” Teasing fingers trace the curve of my belly before pushing under the band of my panties. “You’re the guest of honor, after all.Don’t you think you should get to come when our prince does?”

Ares already knows what he’ll find. That doesn’t stop him from releasing a gratified groan against my neck as his fingers sink into my wetness.

“I can’t wait until we all get a chance at this hungry little pussy. No wonder they keep you Omegas locked away. Can’t have any big, bad Alphas taking what doesn’t belong to them.”

The hand between my legs is gentle despite his iron grip on my neck. He doesn’t bother with more teasing as two fingers push inside me and his thumb circles my clit.

I gasp at the spike of unwanted pleasure. When I try to shift away, Logan grabs both of my hands and wraps them around his knot.

“Don’t you fucking dare, girl. Finish what you started.”

I’m trapped between them, unable to do more than desperately shift my hips. Ares still grips my neck, and the arm he has around my waist might as well be a steel bar. Logan continues to drive his cock down my throat, choking off any protest.

The rhythm of Ares’s fingers is steady and inescapable as I teeter on the precipice of a compelled release. Logan’s growing knot throbs in my hand, pulsing with the same beat as his heart.

“Not gonna last much longer,” Logan growls.

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