Page 60 of Unhinged Omega

"Anyone ever tell you you suck at foreplay, princess?" he asks, pinning my wrists to the bed.

My breath rushes out as he pins me with his body, too, his hard muscle pressing down on my soft curves. I'm squirming against him in spite of myself, my dripping wet pussy grinding up against him, desperate for more than whatever toy he sent his minions out to procure.

Not that I'm going to let him have it.

Alphas take what they want. They're all the same. Maybe Azarel isn't, but he's always been different. Weird. Like he doesn't even belong on the same planet. But I like to know where they stand regardless. Up here in his tower, Nikolai can do whatever he wants to me, and there's nothing anyone can do to stop him.

Why the fuck do I want to find out if he'll stop?

Iknowhe won't.

He's an alpha.

"It was an observation, not an insult," I say, more breathless than I'd like. "Don't tell me the infamous Nikolai Vlakov issensitive."

That hits its mark, too. Good. I want him angry. I want to see that carefully constructed mask of control shatter.

Before I can taunt him further, his mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is bruising, punishing. His teeth nip at my lower lip, then my throat, just not hard enough to draw blood. As if he wants to taunt me with control I lack.

"If you fucking mark me—" I growl, pulling away.

He gives me a lazy grin, flashing a sharp fang. "I didn't."

I wrest my hands free from his grip and shove him off me.

"You're certainly feisty," he says, swiping at the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand.

My hand flies up to my neck instinctively.Didhe bite me that hard? But there's nothing there. Not on my lips, either.

“Relax. I didn’t mark you,” he mutters, sounding genuinely irritated as he sinks onto the bed beside me. The bulge in his pants is obvious. So why isn't he being pushier? He's plenty cocky enough to try.

"You sure came close," I say, checking again.

Just in case.

My heart's hammering in my chest as it sinks in just how close he came. Alphas can take everything else from me, but so far, none have tried to lay their mark on me. None have tried toclaimme.

Then again, neither has Azarel.

"I may not have a toy yet, but I could help take the edge off," Nikolai says, watching me like a hungry wolf. A hungry arctic wolf, to be specific.

"I'd rather wait for the toy," I say dryly.

His eyes narrow slightly, but to my surprise, he doesn't immediately attack me. Before I can process it, a distant cry echoes through the tower, making us both freeze.

What the hell was that?

"Pants!"

I look up, hearing the frantic shout getting closer, seemingly coming from the direction of the elevator.

"Pants!"

The sound is closer now, more distinct.

And desperate.

Like a ghost rising up the elevator shaft.

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