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“Why would I waste another flare? It’ll draw attention.”
She knew he was right. The flare had been so bright it would be seen for blocks outside a building, and attention was the last thing you wanted on the lower levels. That was why she’d had a tiny, shielded light for when she needed it to get around.
“I have a…”
Her voice died off as she moved her hands against her back, realizing there was no lump in her waistband where her light should have been. She’d tucked it into the back of her pants before she climbed down from her hideaway, but it and her bottle were gone like everything else.
“Shit.”
The muttered curse slipped out before she could stop it, her heart dropping. Once again she had no supplies, having lost everything in her run from the alpha.
Anger rising, she glared at the area where his voice had come. Her jaw ached with the strain of holding back the things she wanted to say, but she knew he wouldn’t care that he’d cost her everything.
“I can’t walk down a set of stairs without light. I’ll fall and break my neck. I’m sure Director Devereux would prefer me with a heartbeat.”
It took effort to grit the words out, but she didn’t have any other options. He may not care that he was stealing her freedom, but she doubted returning with her dead body would earn him whatever reward he’d been offered to bring her back.
She heard his sigh before the sounds of his footsteps returning. Her eyes strained to see him in the dark, but it was his scent that reached her first. That tricky, delicious, deceptive scent.
“Turn around.”
She startled at how close he sounded since she still couldn’t see the alpha. Even his golden eyes were lost in the blackness before her.
Swallowing and trying to slow her thudding heart, she shuffled her feet until her heels were on the edge instead of her toes. A warm hand curled around hers, a small shake her only warning before her other arm fell free. With a pull he turned her around again, another hand gripping her free arm to pull it in front of her.
Knowing he was about to cuff them back together, she tried to stop him. To earn herself even the tiniest chance.
“I could do it with my hands free so I can hold the railing. Not like I can run when I can’t see a damn thing.”
She heard his huff a second before his warm breath ghosted over her throat and chest. He was obviously a few steps lower than her, leaving his head level with hers.
“Which means you couldn’t see if the railing was missing. Or if there was debris on the stairs that might trip you.”
The cuff clicked back into place around her wrist, the tiny bubble in her chest popping. She had to admit he was right, but she didn’t have to like it, and she knew her face gave her away when a finger brushed her cheek.
She flinched away to the sound of his chuckle.
“Don’t worry little omega, I’m sure you’ll find other chances to try to get away.”
Suddenly she could feel the heat of him along her front, his scent enveloping her as his breath gusted over the top of her shoulder. When he spoke again his lips brushed the shell of her ear, causing reactions she refused to acknowledge.
“You’ll never get away from me. Even if you manage to run, I’ll just find you again. I’ve got your scent. You can’t escape your fate forever, and you’re already running out of time.”
Chapter Fourteen
Gra’ar
Flea’s breath stuttered as he whispered against her ear, but she refused to move away from him. The little omega was too stubborn for her own good. Two fingers were still curled over the chain between her cuffs, but she’d have been able to pull away if she’d tried.
A grin tugged at the edges of his lips as he sucked in another deep breath of her scent. It had driven him crazy all night, but Gra’ar hadn’t pinpointed why until he got closer to her. Until he’d breathed it straight from the source.
She was close to her cycle.
He had to fight back the urge to taste her skin. He could sense her pulse fluttering away in the side of her throat, so close to his lips his mouth watered. Her scent had been potent before but soon it would reach the point of being irresistible. Already the sweetness of it was increasing, the spiciness deepening and flourishing with her coming fertility.
His cock kicked against his zipper, demanding attention. It was uncomfortable trapped within the confines of his pants, but he had a job to do.
And it didn’t include tasting the tempting, fiery little omega.
