Page 13 of Forbidden Bonds
Whining commences, like that shit ever worked with me. The blonde one, who I belatedly remember is called Pearl, strokes her finger down my bicep. My palm spanks against her ass with a loudclap.
She pouts at me and rubs her ass, arching her back and thrusting her rack out in a perfect camera-worthy pose as sheslips from the bed. Then she bends over and snatches up her dress and sparkly shoes.
Not gonna lie, that shit is distracting.
My eyes track her as she stalks out, swaying her hips.
A sudden growl, that’s all cute, angry teddy bear, snaps my eyes back to tunic girl as she lunges at Pearl.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Lucian gives her a shake.
My sentiments exactly… Also, why is she here?
His action doesn’t faze her because she hisses at the passing brunette, whose name I still can’t remember.
I am seriously too tired for this level of crazy. “Who the fuck is this?” I demand. Climbing out of bed, I snatch on a pair of sweatpants.
“Rhett, meet your present.” That’s the second time he’s called her a present, and it’s no more helpful this time.
I turn slowly to face them. “Doesn’t look like much of a present,” I say, brushing my thumb over my jaw. I need a shave… and a shower. My feet are silent against the thick carpet as I draw nearer to them both. This has to be the weirdest emergency ever. “What’s wrong with her? Does she need a doctor or something?”
A pickling awareness skitters down my spine and manifests as a tightening in my balls that really fucking throws me. “The fuck?” That scent is back—the phantom one I’ve been catching off and on for a couple of weeks. My eyes lower to my dick that has woken up and is jerking vigorously. “What…? I’ve been going at it all night.” Even alphas need a break…
Lucian exhales heavily like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “Do you have no sense of fucking smell? She’s an omega, a Singular. I know she’s plain, but she’s going into heat, and it’s too late for suppressants.”
My head snaps up as that verbal deluge sinks in.
Omega.
Singular.
In heat.
Too late for suppressants?!
And plain? Now I’m more awake and close enough to get agoodlook, she’s anything but plain. Extraordinary. Arresting. Pretty gray eyes and freckles across her high cheekbones… and that hair, all glossy in the light spilling from the lounge. Just long enough to sink your fingers into, and guide her mouth toward…
I jolt out of the stupor and clench my hands into fists. “You can’t leave her here.” Her scent has me in an erotic choke hold. “I’m going to fuck her.”
Sweat pops across my chest, forehead, and upper lip as my scent rises in answer to hers.Rut? I’m going into rut!
Lucian chuckles,bastard,and slowly releases her arm. “That’s the way it usually works. She’s yours. Don’t let her out of your suite, or you’ll have a shit storm to deal with.”
He stalks off, leaving me alone with her. At the door, he pauses to look back. “She’s important to the government and Ethan Black. Putting your mark on her would be a bad fucking idea.”
Well, fuck.
Chapter Seven
Larissa
Trapped.
The sensations that hit me as the bedroom door closes behind me are unmistakably those of being trapped. I’ve been a prisoner of the Uncorrupted for ten years, and here I am, a prisoner of a different kind once again.
The handsome alpha who is staring at me, likewise trapped, isn’t any happier about this development. He’s just been in bed with two gorgeous betas. Their scent is all over him, the room, and the bed. Yet, right now, rational thought has no place where animal instincts are concerned: I want to bite him, scratch him, leave scars that say I’ve been there, and smear every inch of his delectable flesh with my slick.
Only instincts,I tell myself.
