Page 22 of Their Lethal Pet
What is with this female?I wonder. It’s like I can already feel her dainty fingers stroking my cock, her lips imprinting on my neck, her teeth sinking into my skin.
It’s fucking lunacy.
“She’s not mine,” I say to my reflection in the mirror. “No fucking way. It’s impossible.”
My eyes flash red in response, overtaking the black hues and allowing my Alpha traits to shine through. I can almost hear a purr rumbling to life, my baser instincts threatening to take over.
Hunt. Mount. Claim. Rut.
My teeth grind together as I fight the urge and again tell myself that she’shuman.
I haven’t even scented her yet.
Only seen her.
Yet that seems to be enough to scatter my instincts and send me into a mating frenzy.
“This is ridiculous,” I mutter, shaking my head and shoving away from the bathroom mirror.
I’m naked.
Because of course I’m fucking naked.
It’s too damn hot for clothes, and all I want to do is stroke myself to completion.With thoughts of that woman staring up at me with those deep, dark eyes. Taking my cock between her plump lips. Sucking me all the way to my knot.
A groan strangles my throat as my palm lands on my marbled wall. “Enough.”
I need to prove to myself that this girl is just human.And not fucking mine.
That voice in my head—the one demanding just minutes ago to not do this—is instantly drowned out by my whispering the portal incantation. Only, I add a subtle flare to the magic now, one that has my magic seeking out the female tormenting my every thought.
That I’m able to bring her into view so easily is… damning. Because I shouldn’t be able to do that. I should have had to search the village for her and trace her essence to wherever she is now.
However, my ancient power found her with ease.
And now that vitality is throbbing with fury.
Because she’snakedandexposedandsurroundedby a bunch of men in fucking white coats.
Her full bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, her gaze holding a mix of irritation and discomfort as the men discuss her as though she’s a display animal, not a human fucking being.
It’s a good thing these assholes can’t see me, or they would all run screaming from the bloody room.
Actually, maybe I should let them see me,I think darkly.Pull down the veil, give them a peek at what’s coming for them.
Because they’re staring at my Omega with a little too much interest.
NotmyOmega, a small voice whispers from the back of my mind.
But I ignore it, my possessive instincts far too loud for that inconsequential reminder to take root. Because all I want to do is reach through the small window and yank off one of their coats to give it to her.
“Definitely fertile,” one of the doctors is saying, making me snort. “It’s a shame she’s not heading to the compound instead. She would make a fine breeder.”
“Duke Nightingale made his declarationclear—she’s an Offering,” another replies, his long finger pushing a pair of glasses up his nose.
The other man sighs long and loud. “A shame, really. The Duke is so consumed by thoughts of the Immortality Sector that he’s lost sight of the long game.”
“And whatlong gamewould that be?” a deep voice demands, the English tones reminding me of my own. They’re regal in nature. Crisp. Borderline arrogant.
