Page 48 of Unlikely Omega

“But you will, little omega. It’s what omegas do once they awaken. I bet you just realized what you are, haven’t you? Still in shock. Needing an alpha to satisfy you.”

“Then why do you think you can?” I ask coldly.

Strangely, he hesitates. “What if I can?”

“Are you an alpha, then?”

“I can pretend to be your alpha,” he says, baring his teeth. “I can use my fist and show you what it’s like to be knotted.”

“No, thanks.”

“Take off your fucking clothes.” He grabs the front of my robe, tears it open. The buttons on the side pop. Fabric rips. “Now.”

“Stop it! No.” I shove at him, slap at his hands. “I said no.”

“Not letting you catch your death for being stubborn,” he mutters. “Damn, I should be heading out to meet the General, you pig-headed girl, can’t you see I’m only trying to keep you alive?”

“So you can take me back to the Temple where they want to have me killed, thanks oh so much.”

His hands are still on my shoulders. “Kill you? What the fuck did you do?”

“Nothing! I’m apparently an omega, you said so yourself, and a Fae-blood, and I don’t know what they want from me except to see me dead!”

I’m panting, my cheeks burning, my eyes stinging. My robe is hanging open so that I’m only covered by my wet undergarments and my hair is a tangle on my shoulders, and I’m so out of my depth I don’t know anymore what to do to save Finnen and myself, get out of this place and find safety.

He whistles softly. “Sorry, but I’m not going to help you, sweetheart. I’m not your ally. If you have Fae blood, then you’re on your own.”

“Please—”

His nostrils flare. “By all the gods, you smell so damn good. It’s dangerous, what you are. They were right.” His hands fist in my robe and he yanks me against him. He inhales deeply, his pale eyes darkening as they dip to my mouth, then lower, to my breasts. “You smell good enough to eat.”

“No—”

“Fuck…” He inhales again and something big and hard pokes me in my stomach. He’s so tall I have to look up to see his face, and that hard thing… I know what it is.

I open my mouth to say something, beg, offer anything for him to let me go, not to hurt me, but that brings his scent deep into my lungs and I choke on musk and smoke and goddess, how can a man smell so good?

I press my body to his with a whine, slide my hands around his narrow hips to splay them on his muscular ass, and he hisses something that might be a curse or my name. The hardness pressed against me swells more and he lifts his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks. He looks dazed, lips parted, dark lashes low over his gray eyes, and holy crap, he’s beautiful.

Burning hot.

When his mouth crashes down on mine, I welcome it, forgetting where I am and with whom, inviting his kiss. Needing it. His mouth feels hard against mine, and he instantly deepens the kiss, making me moan. His tongue delves inside my mouth, stroking, sending fire into me until I’m ready to wrap my legs around him and rub myself all over him like a cat until I find release from this awful ache eating at me.

But he shoves me away with a grunt, steps back, then turns around and exits the tent, calling out, “Bring the priest in here and keep guard outside.”

“Commander Krath?” a guard says. “The General has asked to see you—”

“Later,” I hear before the door flap falls shut. “Change places with Ileni and Dari, the both of you. I have something I need to do first.”

15

ARIADNE

“Don’t fucking touch me, may Nyx curse you,” I hear a familiar voice as I pace the commander’s tent, wringing my hands together.

Finn!

I tried going out earlier, only coming short against a spear and a scowling guard.

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