Page 47 of Unlikely Omega

“So innocent. Fucking precious. Maybe he can watch as I fuck you.”

“You won’t fuck me!”

“We’ll see about that.” He clicks his tongue, nudges the horse on with a press of his knees—I can feel the powerful muscles in his thighs contract and holy crap if that, combined with his scent that I now feel again, out of the wind, doesn’t get me clenching deep inside.

It feels like yet another betrayal—that I should ache for my captor like this, the one who is threatening to force me and then send me back to the Temple, the one who had his men beat up Finnen and now has sent him to a tent on his own to die of the cold and wet.

“Get out of those wet clothes and sit by the fire or you’ll catch your death.” He drags me into his spartan tent and indeed a fire is burning in an iron stove in its center. A narrow, foldable military bed stands on one side, two chairs on the other.

I shake my head, yank my arm out of his hold. “No.”

“Take off your clothes,” he says again, folding his arms over his chest, scowling.

“No.”

“You need to warm up. Dry yourself, at least. Maybe you spent your life in the Temple, protected from the elements, but trust me, if you don’t take care of yourself out here, fate won’t be kind to you.”

“I won’t undress unless you bring Finn here.”

“Are you serious, making demands? This is my tent. My camp. You’re my prisoner.”

“Then I’ll die of the cold.”

“Do you think,” he says, stepping closer, eyes shining dangerously, “that I can’t rip that stupid robe off you myself?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I whisper, my breath catching. “The Temple—”

“The Temple can go fuck itself for all I care.”

A shiver racks me. I do my best not to let it show. “Let us go,” I demand. “You have no right to keep us here.”

Again, that soft laughter. “My duty is to the Emperor and the Empire.”

“We belong to the Temple. “

“And the Temple obviously wanted you imprisoned, not running around free. What did you do, little minx?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Little omega, then.”

I hiss.

“An omega can fetch good coin in the east,” he goes on, still with that infuriating smirk on his face. “I could just sell you.”

“What about your duty to the Empire?” I sneer at him. “Selling the prisoners you took in its name?”

“That’s exactly why I won’t sell you. Don’t think I haven’t thought about it, though.”

“You think a lot, do you? You don’t look like someone with that capacity.”

“Oh, claws. I like. You know what else I’d like? To push you down and take you like that, see what you sound like when I fill you up. Bet you’re all sweet and slick, aren’t you? About to go into heat?”

I bite the inside of my cheek, horrified and entranced. “No.”

“About to beg any man around you to fuck you, ease the pain and pressure? Please, you’ll say, I’ll do anything, anything, just put your cock inside me, knot me—”

“You don’t know what you’re saying. I’m not going into heat.”

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