Page 10 of One Way Out

She’s a siren sent to tempt me.

I just don’t know who sent her or why.

“Mmm.” Her white teeth dig into her lower lip. “I can still remember how you taste on my tongue.”

She’s lost the plot.

“We could try that again now if you’d like?” she asks, fluttering her long lashes as she brushes her fingers down my shaft.

Not a single shred of self-preservation to be found in that one.

Her fist wraps around my length, jerking me as much as the material of my joggers allows.

My hips surge forward, bucking into her hold. “Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?”

Resting my cheek against hers, I inhale her delicate scent.

If I focus solely on it, the buzzing in my mind seems to quiet, to an extent. Releasing her throat, I wrap my forearm around her lower back and spread that hand over her spine. She’s quite small compared to me, and I can’t seem to fathom why anyone would find it safe to place us in a cell together.

I’m not sure what causes the flare of the other alpha’s scent in the air, but it sends the edges of my vision deeper into the haze. Red expands until it nearly covers my line of sight, and that feels more dangerous than the foggy white mist from before.

The omega doesn’t notice my teeth grinding. If she did, there’s no way she would shove off the bars, using her back and feet as leverage.

Her soft, cold hand wraps around my neck, while the other continues to tease my cock. “Why do you look mad again? I thought we were headed in the right direction. I even thought you might kiss me.”

“You. Smell. Wrong.” I keep her steady to my chest and fist her hair, pulling her up enough that I can scent her neck.

My canines ache with the urge to bury them in her skin. If we bonded, she would permanently carry hints of my scent, which would be a solid deterrent to any other alphas.

What am I thinking?

Bonding is permanent.

I stagger back a step.

It doesn’t offer any distance from the vexing woman, and I growl as a cold breeze brushes the top of my ass.

Does she want me to lose hold of the tiny sliver of sanity I’ve regained? She must, if she’s shoving my sweats down.

“Woman,” I growl, shaking my head.

“I thought it might be nice if you fucked me while we bond. It would be a solid distraction from this freezing, creepy prison cell. I’ll never complain about our room upstairs again.” She fights my hold in her hair, brushing her mouth over mine at the same time she guides me through her pussy lips. “We both know Omen is more likely to seal the deal, but I need you to alpha up.”

If she thinks she can get away with goading me into acting…she might be right.

My eyes narrow, and my body moves without my mind issuing the instruction. Her back lands against the brick wall of the cell, but I cradle her head to ensure it doesn’t make contact.

Diving for her, I brush my lips against hers. She deepens the kiss, and I growl as her tongue clashes with mine.

Cherry and lime flood my senses. Only, her smell is lined with that same underlying base scent that I can’t describe.

No one smells like lightning.

Except,shedoes.

The little vixen continues guiding my tip through her lower lips, and the other smell hits my nose.

The alpha with a death wish.

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