Page 52 of Unhinged Omega

Her tone turns saccharine, dripping with sarcasm. "But if the great Nikolai Vlacock can't even find one measly little sex toy, I understand."

I bristle. "It's Vlakov."

She sneers, making it obvious she knows damn well what my name is. "Is it? My bad."

I turn on my heel and stalk back to the elevator, jabbing the button with more force than necessary. As the doors slide closed, I catch one last glimpse of her sprawled out in that nest, looking like every filthy fantasy I've ever had come to life.

I'm going to find her that stupid fucking toy if it's the last thing I do.

The ride down to the ground floor feels like it takes an eternity. My skin is too tight, my cock achingly hard in my pants. As soon as the doors open, I'm striding across the tarmac for the one storage unit that isn't fully packed with explosives.

I dig through crates in the storage unit like a man possessed, tossing aside useless junk. My hands are shaking with barely contained rage and other emotions I refuse to acknowledge. The scent of moonlight still clings to me, making it impossible to think clearly.

"What'cha doin', boss?"

I freeze at Mikey's voice, a rusted pipe clutched in my white-knuckled grip. Reese peers around his massive friend's shoulder, both of them watching me with open curiosity.

"Looking for something that could work as... equipment," I growl through clenched teeth, not meeting their eyes.

"Equipment for what?" Reese asks, his head tilted like a confused puppy.

I slam the crate shut with enough force to make them both jump. "A fucking dildo, alright?"

Reese's brow furrows. "Didn't know there was any other kind."

The pipe flies from my hand before I can stop myself. Reese yelps and ducks, the metal clanging against the wall behind him.

"We just didn't know you were into that sort of thing, boss," Mikey says, his cheeks flushing red.

"Yeah, we always figured you were the one who was railin’… uh… the pretty blond,” Reese chimes in.

"It's not for me, you absolute fucking morons, it's for the omega!" I roar, whirling on them. "And how many times do I have to tell you I never want to hear his fucking name again?"

"Technically, nobody said his name, boss,” Mikey says, raising his hand.

“We can’t even refer to him now?” Reese groans.

"Shut up!" I bark, already turning back to another crate. "And if either of you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll feed you to the Knight piece by fucking piece."

They scramble to comply, spreading out to search through the cluttered unit. The silence is broken only by the sound of rummaging and occasional thoughtful hums.

"How about this?" Mikey holds up a broken gear shaft.

"No."

"This?" Reese waves a length of rubber hose.

"No!"

"Oh! What about?—"

"For fuck's sake, she wants something comfortable, not a medieval torture device!" I snap, pinching the bridge of my nose."Put that back where you found it and find something shaped like a dick."

Lex chooses that moment to walk in, stares in horror at the scene unfolding before her, and walks out without a single damn word.

"What about this fancy rolling pin?" Mikey asks hopefully, waving one around like a trophy. "It has stars carved into it. Might have a nice texture."

I take a deep breath, counting backward from ten. "Do the world a favor andnevergo near a vagina for as long as you live."

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