Page 6 of Forbidden Bonds
A faint, impossible tendril of something forbidden curls around the edge of my awareness. Not their perfume, not alcohol or sweat. Something soft, rich: phantom omega pheromones…
My body responds, a climax bearing down on me… Maybe they’re messing with me? You can buy the chemical substitutes for a price.
Yeah, I’ve never been interested in that either.
It’s gone in a heartbeat, but my body is still coiled and detonation is inevitable. I almost want to shove them off me so I can chase it.
Just my fucked-up brain inventing what I want and can’t have.
Bitterness calls even as my chest heaves and I pump my seed down Lacy’s throat. Etta is coming all over my fingers, but Ireally couldn’t give a fuck. Neither woman wants me beyond the fact I’m wealthy and an alpha. Something to brag about to their friends. But no one wants anything more than a quick sexual fix with a broken man of any dynamic caste.
My chest heaves, skin damp with sweat. The women climb over me, taking turns to kiss me before they turn their attention to each other right there in my lap.
It’s hot.
At least it should be.
My dick is still hard so there is that.
We take it to my bedroom. It’s good. But it’s not enough.
Not what I want.
Not what I need.
But it’s all I deserve.
Larissa
We dock. The rush of arrival takes priority over Jenda’s games. The following two days pass in a blur. They have several Empire alpha prisoners, and I’m forced to sit through their interrogations where I extract their secrets from behind a privacy screen. Close enough to sense their thoughts, but not close enough to scent them.
But I’m a wreck. Teetering on the brink of a breakdown. The constant pressure, the fear of the unknown, of what is next, of not being able to keep doing this—whatever fucked up realitythisis—has me in a stranglehold.
Chapter Three
Larissa
Ibarely acknowledge my surroundings as I follow General Cohen into the packed conference room where he will address his elite forces.
My world tilts—the hairs at the back of my neck prick to attention. My whole countenance softens before I catch myself, and my back goes ramrod straight.
Ignore it. Ignore him…
My thoughts slam back through time, searching out the memory of the one and only time they allowed me into the interrogation room with an Empire alpha, how it was like waking up from a nightmare to a reality where I could not betray him. One where I remembered I was an omega, not a puppet.
That punishment was the worst I have ever experienced, worse than the time I tried to deceive Cohen. I spent two weeks in a regen tank. My body still bears the scars.
I stumble slightly before I catch myself. Cohen’s eyes are on me, his censure washing over me.
He turns away, centering his thoughts on his speech. Tall, powerful, with a few gray hairs at his temples, Cohen is blessedto be both handsome and charismatic, and he captivates his audience easily from the first words.
Ignore him…
I stand a little to Cohen’s right and behind, a silent observer of those present, my mind churning between Jenda’s plans to experiment on me and her determination that I need to be given over to an alpha, all the while trying to ignore the elephant in the room.
I’m supposed to scour the occupants for any signs of dissent.
Not a chance of that today. If I can get out of here again without blood being spilled, I will consider it a win.
