Page 78 of Queen of Diamonds

“Oh, now you’re getting protective?” I snarled. I had felt the reaction from Zed at the mention of another Omega, he tried to rip from my grip, eyes wild. I dragged him back another step.

“What do you usually do with Kyan?”

“Collar, we brawl in there, and I fuck him real good, obviously,” I said. “But I’m not fucking Zed—!” I cut off my own sentence as I saw the look in her eyes.

“No.”

Absolutely not.

Absolutely fucking not.

But she was so turned on I could scent the slick between her thighs. Zed could too. I knew it. He was trying so hard, shaking with the effort of letting me hold him back.

But if Zed took her right now, there was no way I wouldn’t rut. No way in fucking hell. Even the idea of it was making my brain go foggy.

“There’s two of us,” I said. And Kyan was gone. Two rutting Alphas alone with an Omega?

“Uh… huh…?” Her pupils were blown as she looked between me and Zed.

For fuck’s sake.

Zed let out a low, wounded sound, shifting toward her again.

But… she didn’t… I frowned. She didn’t mind?

Wanted us to, even?

I mean.

It made sense. One obvious way to get through a rut…

No, no, no.

Worst idea on the goddamned planet.

She seemed to see the conclusion I was drawing as I kept Zed back, and a little whine of irritation rose in her chest. It sounded like an angry chirp, and it made me rock fucking hard in an instant. Zed’s breathing became heavier. Her gaze snapped to me, seeing the effect the sound had, and her eyes narrowed, the little downturn of a pout appearing on her lips.

She took a step back, then another, one heel through the warehouse door.

Oh… no.

“Glade!” I snarled. “Don’t?—!”

Fuck.

She did possibly the most bratty thing I’d ever witnessed—and the one sure-fire action that would set off a rut that teetered on the edge of detonation.

Our Omega turned and ran.

27

KYAN

Isat on the Las Vegas Monorail among dozens of tourists, elevator music playing in my ears. It was actual, real elevator music, which was very relaxing. Relaxing was what I needed right now. I loved sitting on this rail, going backward and forward as much as I wanted.

I could get a day pass but I hadn’t. I’d taken three rides so far, and each had been charged as a single ride. Last time, they’d locked the card for suspicious activity, so this time I’d brought three backups. All under Knight’s name.

Fucking prick was gonna get one hell of a bill. The full ride only took fifteen minutes, and I’d be doing this until I felt better. How fucking dare Knight tell Glade my shit.

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