Page 59 of Unlikely Omega

“Yeah, but the decree was too vague.” The General waves a dismissive hand and assumes a bored expression. “It would mean the extermination of a big part of the population.”

Bored.

As if it’s not our fate he’s discussing.

As if it doesn’t matter.

As if the Empire hunting and butchering a “big part of the population” is a pesky detail in a list of chores, a natural outcome of history and life, an unavoidable side-effect of the Emperor’s birthday wishes.

A side-effect the General wouldn’t mind, even if he’s hard because of me.

Maybe because he’s hard because of me, and so are his men, and because he’s a scared little man under his bulk.

“The appearance of this omega now is a sign, special or not,” the General goes on. “There is talk of a prophecy. How can we turn this to our advantage? Any ideas, Edeus?”

The adviser shrugs. “We could take her to the Summer Capital ourselves for the execution. Let the Emperor be informed of our devotion to his cause.”

“The capital is way out of our route, though,” the General says thoughtfully. That’s his only issue with the plan. “We’re supposed to meet the western regiments in Tarchna.”

“And we will. Send Commander Tajevi Krath with a few men to take them both to the capital. He’s a Fae-blooded animal who infiltrated our ranks. He rose in the ranks in that incident in the battle of Uvila, as you know, molded himself into a people’s hero. This is a good excuse for you to send him away, rid the army of him. Maybe he’ll share their fate and you’ll hit two birds with one stone.”

I really shouldn’t be incensed on behalf of Commander Krath who delivered me back to these brutes, but there you have it. “The Commander,” I say coldly, “is much more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

“Why hasn’t anyone gagged her yet?” Edeus asks calmly, though something flashes in his eyes.

“I was planning on asking her some questions,” the General says, shooting the adviser an annoyed look that shuts him up. “Like where she was heading. Maybe we can catch more rebels at once, send them all to the Summer Capital.”

Finnen hasn’t said a word and I shouldn’t expect anything from him. A man with an erection is apparently a man without a brain. Either one head works or the other, not both at once.

I lift my chin and glare at the General. “All you care about is taking advantage of the situation. Of me. Like your army priest was about to do. You’re no better than him, after all.”

“The army priest?”

“Honorable Ulfr,” says the guard hauling the army priest along by the arm into the tent, “this man tried to abduct her.”

“Interesting,” the General says, leaning back and stroking his beard, his eyes shining. “Very interesting indeed.”

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Interesting, my ass.

The General is as much of an asshole—forgive me, Holy Briareus, for losing my calm yet again—as that damn army priest who kidnapped Ariadne and planned on taking her away with him.

Why does the thought send such a chill down my spine?

It barely survives in the heat consuming me, though, the trickle of ice swallowed in flames as another whiff of her perfume worms its way into my senses.

I fucking hurt, I’m so hard for her. My thoughts spiral into desire. Images of myself bent over her fill my head—my mouth between her legs, tasting her, my cock inside her, fucking her, her mouth on me, tormenting me with pleasure.

She produces a tiny, breathless moan and my cock jerks in my underpants. Does she even realize she’s making those sounds? Does she know how sexy they are?

I’m about to come in my pants, right here, on my knees in the General’s tent, with the guards’ hands on my shoulders.

But I know it won’t be enough. Nothing will be enough, short of having her. Taking her, again and again.

May the Gods help me.

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