Page 125 of Queen of Diamonds

“You’re going to get on your knees, Rat,” I snarled. “And hope you can finish me before I choke you out.”

I felt his flood of relief, my own nerves settling.

“Fucking make me.” He flashed a wild grin, head turned so his cheek was crushed to the wall, a growl on his lips, but he tried to throw me off. Then I caught the faintest trace of dark cardamom, a sharp spike of lust in it even as it faded.

I didn’t turn, a faint smile tugging at my lips as I leaned close. I tugged out the switchblade that hadn’t left my pocket since we arrived. I flipped it open and pressed it to his neck, speaking only for him. “You’re going to get on your knees and show our Omega how well you take me.”

He froze, chest heaving against me.

I shifted back, loosening my grip on his wrist without moving the knife. My fist was still in his hair, knife lingering on the upper right side of his neck. I tilted it enough that he’d feel the pressure.

He reached up, fingers deftly undoing my belt.

It was hard not to turn my head. She must be watching through the crack in the door from the bedroom. How fucking bad did I want to see those blown pupils of hers watching as I claimed him.

I wasn’t going to be nice about it, either.

Flipping the switch back, I tucked it into my pocket. I squeezed my swelling knot, pressing it between his lips without waiting for him to react to the missing weapon. He barely had a second to adjust before I’d driven my tip to the back of his tight throat.

Fuck.

The feeling of that tongue ring against my length was a sin. He was so hot, wild eyes fixed on mine as his fist balled in my jeans, his body seizing over my length as I choked him. I tilted his head so I had an even better angle, placed my forearm against the wall for balance, and fucked his bratty throat without mercy.

By the time I pulled back, his eyes were desperate.

I let him catch his breath for half a second before going again, knowing it would almost be worse for that. Again, I caught the edge of dark cream cardamom, a sharp edge of lust in the soft spice. I had to draw out again so I wouldn’t finish. Kyan’s pupils were blown, his eyes fixed on me, but I knew he could scent her too.

“Are you going to tell me where he went?”

He caught his lip in his teeth, but didn’t answer.

I hadn’t thought so.

This time I drove my shaft deeper, forcing him into just the right angle, so I could claim more of his throat. I held him there, feeling him shake, gritting my teeth at how good he felt. Finally, he seized, giving me the reward I was looking for. The low whine was desperate, something purely primal.

From the very first time I’d claimed him, that had been the sound that lit my veins. I’d felt him cave beneath me, an Alpha at my feet, pleading for air while I took my pleasure.

Another beat passed before I drew back, letting him gasp again, another whine slipping out.

“That’s better, Rat. I love it when you choke on me.”

I drove back in, and it didn’t take long as I pinned him to the wall and drove into him at a brutal pace. The cardamom spiked again, and it took everything in me not to look over this time. She was wet for us, the scent of her slick filling the air.

I groaned as I finished, holding my knot right to Kyan’s lips as I forced him to swallow every drop of me while our Omega watched.

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GLADE

Fuck me.

I hurried from the door, realising probably far too late that my perfume had gone off like a bomb.

Knight was stepping through it before I could figure out what to do with myself, and I could do nothing but stare up at him stupidly as he rounded on me.

“Princess.” His voice was a low rumble.

My breath was sharp, and I was completely entranced by how dilated his pupils were. I don’t know when he’d manoeuvred us, but my back suddenly touched the wall, and I was acutely aware of how… everywhere he was. He might be the chillest of the Maverick pack, but his Alpha instincts flipped on a dime, and right now, I wasn’t sure if there was anything but hindbrain active behind those eyes.

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