Page 5 of Forbidden Bonds
What would touching their minds during heat do to me?
There’s no way of knowing. But I have a terrible fear it might turn me into something dark… that I might finally lose the last of my humanity.
“Why the fool believes you might lose your gift is beyond me. We have a substantial body of knowledge that has accumulatedover the years. No omega has ever lost a gift from rutting, no matter how rough an alpha might be during the coupling.”
Her words come with clinical detachment as she wastes no time putting her thoughts into action. Her lips tighten as she collates the accompanying data. As is the way within the ranks of the Uncorrupted, any opportunity to scheme and to further one’s own ambition is embraced like a potent drug.
She’s been pissed that Cohen won’t give her leave to experiment on me. While she respects and envies Cohen’s achievements, she takes smug satisfaction in him not being an alpha when she is. I watch triumph surge through her as she seizes this opportunity to leverage her position as head of their viral program in order to screw the general over.
“It’s done,” she says. “I’ve recommended you be bonded, given your age and the lack of prior attention from an alpha. Otherwise, should Cohen be allowed to closet you much longer you might suffer irreversible damage.” She indicates her console. “I’ve said as much in my report. I’m confident the dynamic board will accept my recommendation. Dismissed.”
I flee her room, reeling.
For ten years, I have lived in a bubble, escaping the cruelty most omegas endure. Never given to an alpha. Never rutted.
As unbearable as my years with the Uncorrupted have been, it appears a new, more terrifying time is about to begin.
Rhett
My apartment takes up an entire floor of the soaring residential and leisure tower complex owned by my brother. It’s both spacious and dark, even during the day, courtesy of the floor toceiling windows that all carry a heavy tint. Even so, I prefer the night sky. It never feels as threatening.
Beyond the window are flashing shuttle lights, billboards, and the tiny dots of apartment windows where people are still awake. Despite it being the early hours of the morning, I can still see snakes of ground vehicles.
Billions of people down there moving under the sky.
Unlike me.
I wish there was a reset switch for the human brain. A system reboot. You know, the whole turn-it-off-and-on-again thing that even with all the technological advances techs still go to when a system has a glitch.
The elevator doors open—I dropped a message to the club security on the way up to let the women through—and they emerge in a cloud of perfume and giggles.
“Rhett,” Lacy says, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me. Her hand trails down my chest and snags my belt.
Her friend Etta slips her arm around my other side. “We’ve missed you,” she purrs.
Escape awaits me with them. They know the deal. They come over when I choose, and when we’re done, they leave.
Clothes begin dropping to the floor as we make a haphazard path for the couch, lips locked and hands busy.
I’m twenty-five. Most alphas my age would be in the military. Serving the greater good. I tell myself that my life is meaningful. That I serve a different cause—my own—and that that’s the way I like it.
A partial lie.
Lacy wraps her lips around my cock. I don’t recall when I sat down, nor when she dropped to her knees. But I have a handful of Etta’s generous tit and her tongue in my mouth so I could be excused for being distracted.
The sweet suction on my dick, the heat of her mouth—it should be enough. Lacy is really good at giving head, they both are. And, well, I’m an alpha, so it goes without saying that I can keep going when a beta man might need a break. They always leave satisfied.
But do I?
Why the fuck am I questioning this now when a hot woman is sucking my dick while her companion rides my fingers?
Because they’re betas. And, deep down every alpha, at least the unmated ones, thinks about what it might be like to experience an omega’s touch.
Their scent is different. Their bodies are different. Betas don’t getslick. They can take a knot, if you train them. Maybe these two could. There are drugs you can take to get your knot up even without mating or having an omega in heat. I’ve never tried, even though my brother is the kind of man who can acquire anything.
Never wanted to.
Now I wonder why.
