Page 64 of Unlikely Omega

The priest has started to undress.

And yeah, I’m the one who told them to change clothes, and I shouldn’t pay them any attention, but my mind snags on his body.

I mean, I’d noticed it before—when he fought us on horseback, when he stood here in my tent, bleeding. When I bandaged his torso. When he talked back to me just now.

I’m not blind, unlike him. And he’s damn sexy. It’s been a while since I’ve been aroused by someone, much less two people in a row, as I am now.

Then again, I have never done a guy. Not properly. But this is the army, and there has been some groping and pleasuring in the dark. I’m not averse to men. Not at all. I’m just generally more drawn to women, but damn, this guy’s body is a work of art, bruised and cut up as it is. Muscular torso, sculpted arms and legs, and his cock is long and thick even when semi-hard as it is now, pale like the rest of him, the tip flushed.

Swallowing is becoming hard. My mouth is too dry.

After a moment, she follows suit—only she turns her back to us to undress. Not sure it’s helping much, to be honest. I want to see her tits, that’s a given, but the lush ass that’s revealed once she shrugs off her robe and pulls her undergarments down is enough to have me slamming the rest of my drink back and groaning deep in my throat.

By all the winged messengers of the gods… Is this a new form of torment? As a Commander, I make a point of not sleeping with people I’m in charge of, and I’m these guys’ babysitter! How the fuck is this going to work out?

I need to get out of here.

“Dress,” I tell them shortly, getting up from my chair. “We’re not having an orgy tonight.”

“You say that as if there’s any chance of an orgy,” he counters, still shamelessly naked standing in front of me.

But she pales, grabbing one outfit from the table and clutching it to her chest.

“How did you end up together?” I demand to know, suddenly, inexplicably annoyed. “You make the most unlikely couple, you know that?”

“We’re not a couple. I’m an acolyte. He tried to protect me,” she says quietly.

“And failed,” I say.

“Fuck you, you son of a bitch,” he snarls.

“And yet he won’t fuck you, am I right? Even though your heat is just around the corner. He kissed you but won’t go further.”

“How would you know?” he snarls again.

“No, he won’t,” she says, in that same quiet voice. “Because of his vows.”

“Oh my.” I smirk. “This is fun.”

“Is it?” She glances at me. “Is it fun for you?”

“Get changed, both of you.” I rub a hand over my face, my smirk fading. “I’ve got work to do.”

And I need out of here before I jump their bones.

Because that would be a bad, bad idea.

“It was the ears,” he says suddenly just as I reach the door and lift the flap.

“What?”

“The ears. The most visible sign of my Fae-blood, what got my parents into trouble and onto the path that led to their death.”

“Fuck…”

The girl is staring at him, wide-eyed, and my own heart is banging around in my chest.

“What was yours?” he asks.

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