Page 56 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
“If that’s true…” Sam says slowly, “then she’s a better actress than I gave her credit for.”
twenty-five
Jo
Isit bolt upright in bed, my knife flying out of my hand and lodging itself in the wall, right next to Kole’s head. The sound of my door opening had thrown me out of a deep sleep, and my body had moved on instinct. Lucky for Kole, I realized it was him at the very last second, and managed to rotate my wrist enough to miss him.
Kole tuts at me. “You are losing your touch,Lisichka, if you did not hit me between the eyes.” It’s dark, but my eyes are used to it enough for me to make him out. This is the first time I’ve seen him outside of his jumpsuit. He’s wearing the sweatpants we’re issued for sleeping in, and walking around bare-chested with his tattoos on full display, like some kind of personal slick-dream of mine.
“If I meant to kill you, Sugar Bear, you’d be dead.” I yawn, standing up to pull my knife from the wall. “To what do I owe the pleasure of a…” I glance at my alarm, “three in the mornin’ visit from my favorite Russian?” Turnip’s spot that she usually takes up on my pillow is empty, which tells me she must’ve gone wherever she goes when she leaves me.
The knife in my hand, I flick on my lights, and see that the alpha is carrying a little box and a keycard, and he has blood on his hands. Literally.
I should be asking how he got a keycard that lets himself into my room, but the box looks like a present, and what can I say? I’m an omega through and through. Not even their horrible drug concoction can make me not care aboutpresents.
I eye the box with a raised brow. “My birthday isn’t ‘til May, but I’ll take an early present.”
“I meant to leave it on your pillow,” Kole mutters, rubbing the back of his neck and looking…shy? Well that’s just too damn cute.
“Gimme.” I grin, holding out my hands, and he places the small box in my outstretched palms.
I take it and sit on the bed, patting the mattress next to me for the giant alpha to sit. Once his comically large frame is on my tiny bed, I look back to the box, shaking it slightly. It makes a little rattling noise when I do, and Kole huffs. “Just open it.” The scar across his face pulls slightly as he arches his brow, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.
“But it’s so pretty.” I grin, looking at the nondescript, generic, cardboard brown box that fits in the size of my palm. “I don’t even know where you managed to find a box at this hour. Unless…” A little gasp leaves me.“You’ve had this for a while and have been waitin’ to declare your undyin’ devotion?”
His hand darts out and grasps me by the neck, drawing a completely different gasp out of me. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds as he tilts my head towards him. The veins in his forearm ripple as he flexes his fingers slightly.
“Lisichka,” he murmurs, pressing a small kiss to my pout. “Open the fucking box.”
“Mmmm,” I sigh, chasing his lips. “Will you kiss me like that again if I do?”
“Why don’t you find out?” He releases me, and I turn my attention to the little box again.
Biting my lip, I lift the cover off the box, and gasp when I see the contents.
Two canine teeth sit in the box. There’s still some blood on them, and there’s no question as to who they belong to. I lift out one of the teeth, holding it between my pointer finger and thumb. I can see the tiny little hole at the bottom point that would inject the venom needed to initiate a bonding bite.
“Sugar…” I ask in awe, still staring, “did you…?”
“They are yours now,Lisichka,” he rumbles, leaning in close and pressing a kiss to my neck. I shiver, the touch zapping straight between my legs. “I told you, I protect what belongs to me. Even if you don’t need me to. He’ll never be able to bondanyone ever.” His words are dangerous, and I can’t help the thrill that goes through me at the possessiveness in his voice.
“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” I say quietly, before an idea hits me. “Don’t we have a craft room?” My mind races with the possibilities. “I could put them on a bracelet like little charms! Do you think the blood will stay if I don’t wash them? Actually, you know what—I saw a hack online years ago that involved clear nail polish. It wasn’t for keepin’ blood on teeth, mind you, but I bet theconcept is the same. Do you think that would work? Oh! Or I could do a necklace. Earrings would be ideal since there are two, but my ears aren’t pierced." I shrug. “Then again, I’m sure I can find someone here to do it for me.”
A low chuckle rumbling out of Kole has me looking up at him in surprise. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him make that sound before. He leans forward to capture my lips. “You really were made for me, weren’t you, Little Fox?”
Humming, I put the teeth back in the box and place them on the side table, before swinging my legs around so I can straddle Kole’s waist.
My brows shoot up in surprise when I find that his cock is hard under me, but I just grin as I press myself against it and grip his muscled shoulders. He groans, his hands finding my hips. “Thank you, Kole. I wish I coulda seen it,” I say breathlessly. “What did you use to get ‘em out? A hammer? Wait, no. That’s not precise enough.”
“I used pliers,” he gives me a feral grin as his hands grip my ass and he pushes his erection against me. “They were a little rusty since I found them in the abandoned wing of the institution, but they still got the job done.”
The change in him from mere hours ago is astonishing. He’s no longer holding back, I realize. It’s like he wanted to prove to himself that he could protect me, even in this hell-hole. He knows that I don’t need him to, but the fact that he wants to meanseverything.
There’s only one thing that could have made it better.
“Next time you decide to play dentist, invite me, okay?” I bite my lip, looking up at him as I lean slightly closer.
“Next time,” he promises, his eyes darting down to my lips.
