She leaps at me, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls my lips to hers.
Like an idiot, I’m frozen with shock until the voice in my head screams,She’s kissing you, moron! Do something!
I crush her to my chest, pulling her body off the ground in my arms, holding her as close as possible, one hand diving into her hair at her scalp and gripping tight. My lips part, taking hers with them, and my tongue dips into her mouth with a groan. She sighs, almost whines, as my tongue flicks against hers before they swirl and curl together in a sensual dance.
Something foreign washes over me. Something visceral and possessive. There’s movement inside my chest, like the creature there behind my sternum rears its head with pride. And lust.
I’d never imagined being able to do this with my fated Omega. Not in a million years.
And it’s over too soon, my breath stolen as she backs away and turns to Laurant. Her hands find the sides of his face before pulling him to her, kissing him just as deeply. With him, she rolls onto the balls of her feet, and he stands rigid far longer than I had. She must take it as a sign he isn’t willing, and slowly backs away.
Fury that Laurant would reject our Omega boils in my blood, but before I can voice my rage, he grabs her arm, spins her toward him, and devours her lips.
I can’t take my eyes from them, though part of me wants to look away. The ferocity he uses to kiss her must be close to how I ravaged her mouth. Years of longing and resistance shattered with one touch.
When they finally separate, Nyx’s breathing is ragged as she says, “Stay safe. Stick together. We need to know what’s happening.”
The muscles at the base of my dick twitch.
I love a woman in charge.
When she turns for the door, I realize Idon’tlove the idea of her going out there first.
“Hang on.” I slip in front of her, right hand on the door handle, left hand held in a “hold” signal over my opposite shoulder. These things we’ve practiced time and time again to be the GBE’s perfect indentured killers would come in handy if things are going down how I think they are.
I pop the door open a crack and peer into the hall.
Movement, fast and erratic, meets my gaze, pounding footsteps, then a shrill scream.
I look behind me, both Nyx and Laurant’s expressions are grim and serious.
Nyx nods at me to move, so I do.
I fling the door open, my hands enveloped in flame as I step onto the runner along the hallway floor.
Students whiz past me, running for the stairs. When a couple of Beta soldiers lift rifles and aim at their backs, a growl escapes my chest as I fling massive balls of fire at them. Their screams echo off the stone walls, ceiling, and floor, as they burn alive, taking the long window curtains at their backs with them.
And I am at peace with their deaths.
“Hey!”
I turn toward the stairs to see Nyx’s friend, Arlowe, waving at us.
“Come on,” she urges. “We have to get downstairs.”
Nyx rushes to her from behind me. “Do you know what’s going on?”
Arlowe’s head shakes. “Not really, but my roommate’s friends came to get us. Said to be ready to kill.”
My eyebrow twitches. Already ahead of them there.
With Laurant behind me, we follow Arlowe and Nyx to the stairs, where we’re met by more than a handful of more soldiers, weapons readied and shouting demands.
“Fuck this noise,” Arlowe hisses, and in a puff of darkness, she’s gone. A deep violet shadow blooms over one of the soldiers’ heads, and for a brief second, Arlowe is visible within it, her hands grasping the soldier’s head. Then, she’s gone again in a blink, taking the soldier’s head with her.
His headless body drops, blood spraying in upward pumps a couple of times before pooling on the stairs.
She does it again, and again. Then, with a mighty roar, Nyx extends her arms and lets loose currents of blue electricity into the few remaining soldiers.
