Page 59 of Unhinged Omega

"Of you?" I laugh, but it comes out shaky.

"Not of me," he purrs. "Of how much you want me. Of how good we could be together if you weren't such a stuck up?—"

He cuts himself off when I grab the front of his shirt, fully intending to push him away. But I hold onto him instead. "You're delusional."

"Am I?" His voice drops lower, rougher. "Then why are you pulling me closer?"

I freeze, realizing he's right. Without conscious thought, I've been drawing him nearer, until our faces are mere inches apart. I can feel the heat radiating off his body.

"I hate you," I whisper, but the words lack conviction.

His smile widens. "Keep telling yourself that. Maybe eventually you'll believe it."

"You're insufferable," I snarl, my fingers still twisted in his shirt.

His lips curve into that infuriating smirk. "And you're not pushing me away."

Something in me snaps. Before I can think better of it, I lunge forward. My teeth catch his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The taste hits my tongue—metallic and dangerous, exactly like his scent—and a shock runs through my entire body.

I freeze, horror washing over me as I realize what I've done.

I justbithim.

Like some feral animal.

Ibitthe most dangerous alpha in the Outer Reaches.

He's going to fucking kill me.

But Nikolai doesn't pull away in rage like I expect. Instead, his hand tangles in my hair and he crushes his mouth to mine. The kiss is bruising, desperate, filled with all the fury and frustration that's been building between us.

Maybe I should stop this, but I don't want to. My hands move of their own accord anyway, tearing at his shirt until buttons scatter across the floor. My nails rake down his back, drawing angry red lines across his skin. He hisses against my mouth but doesn't break the kiss.

"Careful," he growls against my lips. "I just might bite back."

When his hands settle on my hips, he pauses to look down at me, his gaze darkening as he takes me in. A hint of curiosity enters it as he brushes his fingertips over my omega mark on my right hip. “I was wondering where this was. Figures the ice princess would have it somewhere unique.”

"Shut up," I snarl, dragging my nails up his spine just to spite him.

The rumble that escapes his chest is more animal than human. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise as he presses closer. I can feel how much he wants this—wantsme—and the knowledge sends a thrill through me that I refuse to examine too closely.

"Make me," he challenges.

So I do, capturing his mouth again in another savage kiss. There's nothing gentle about it. Nothing sweet or romantic. This is a battle, like everything else between us, and I intend to win.

His hands slide up my sides, cooling everywhere he touches, but only briefly. I arch into his touch without meaning to, and feel his smirk against my lips.

"Shutup," I growl again, even though he hasn't said anything. His smugness is radiating off him in waves.

"Still haven't heard you deny wanting this," he purrs.

I grab his stupid red glasses and throw them across the room. "I'm not making out with a man who wears sunglasses indoors," I say when I see the rage flash in his eyes.

Well, one of them.

The other is too glassy and perfect, even if it's nearly the same exact color as his right. My eyes widen slightly as I realize the extent of the jagged scar that cuts down through his eye and all the way through his mouth on the other side.

"You have a glass eye?" I ask, surprised.

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