Page 83 of Night Sector
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
LORCAN
Fuck.
I’d never been this hard before in my godsdamn life.
Kyra’s mewls and words played over and over in my mind, driving me nearly mad withwant.
Bite me. Knot me.
Those two requests had nearly undid me.
But I couldn’t take her like this, not when she wasn’ther.
She’d been severely drugged. Which had ironically worked in my favor, as it seemed forcing her into a false heat had made her wolf crave the mate she desired most, thus allowing her to break whatever compulsive hold Fare had had over her mind.
I’d been stunned by her arrival, then immediately aroused by her scent and her lack of clothes. It was the stench of vampire on her that kept me grounded. And the bite marks all over her thighs and pussy that kept me from falling into any sort of rut.
She needed a bath.
A long night of rest.
Purring.
Proper care.
Healing.
I hit her with another wave of my power, attempting to soothe her inner ache. I knew she had to be burning with desire, her false heat in full effect thanks to Fare’s fuckery.
Omegas were half out of their minds during heat cycles, craving their Alpha’s knots more than oxygen itself. However, Kyra had made itveryclear that she didn’t want me to help her through her heat. She might have changed her mind now that she was in a forced cycle, but I wouldn’t take advantage of her mindless state.
When I fucked her—because it would bewhen,notif—it would be with her mind fully intact.
It would be with her begging me for entirely different reasons.
Writhing and wet and willing tofight.
Because I wantedmyversion of Kyra. My little killer. The one who’d kept plotting my demise shortly after our mating.
Not this wounded version.
Oh, she hadn’t lost her survival instincts. The fact that she was in her nest with me wrapped around her now proved that. She’d fought Fare’s compulsion and won. And now I had a telekinetic leash wrapped around her, just in case he tried to yank her back to him.
If he did, I’d be following right along.
And I would end him.
My wrist buzzed, alerting me to an incoming message. I’d already shot Cillian a text to let him know Kyra had returned. It’d been quick, my focus on her more than my typing skills.
Is she all right?was his reply.
No. She’s been bitten at least a dozen times. And there are track marks in her arms. The bastard forced her into a heat.I sent the full report back to him while my jaw clenched in fury.
My healing essence should be able to drag Kyra out of this, but it was going to take time. Hours, maybe even days.
Fucking with an Omega’s cycle could have lasting impacts. And those impacts were rather unknown at the moment, mostly because Kyra was a hybrid. V-Clan Omegas went into month-long estruses. I had no idea what Kyra’s typical cycle looked like.
