…tomake love.
He’d assured she’d participated, with the threat of Jacques lurking in every shadow. Rewarded her with pleasure for every moment of pure attention. Reminded her that if she slipped, a cruel, angry Alpha was waiting… and that Jacques Bernard would not be so kind.
Jules Havel had been honest in the deceit he’d wielded so easily against a female so unwitting. He conquered her, and he’d done it without violence.
It was chilling. Should have sent her scuttling away to hide from such a beast. But his machinations had succeeded—their bond, her alien sense of attachment and strange, warm sentiment, had carved its way deep into her bones.
So long as he was with her, she now knew the nest wassafe.
The macabre room around her? It washome.
The Beta’s body washer shelter. His avarice and evil beautiful when he wielded them to keep her secure.
Leaving Brenya unsure how indignant she should be.
With a wistful sigh, she knew she should have been furious. Shetriedto feel anger… but warmth oozed where his bond bore into her breast. Where it snuffed out each spark of rage, batting her resentment away as if it were nothing.
Like a game of cat and mouse.
Even in his sleep, he worked on her, triggering an irresistible urge for Brenya to hum a soft trill to calm his growing waves.
It was the same noise she had made when he’d moved inside her the night before. A throbbing music so instinctive she did not understand how she had lived her whole life unaware she was capable of singing such a hum.
This was the Omega.
The part of her banging on her skull until it cracked, desperate to be free.
To be acknowledged.
And it was the Omega that was leaking all over her thoughts and scratching at the inside of her eyelids every time she blinked.
Who stared down with soft eyes at her devious mate.
Who knew waking him was unconscionable, not when she was certain he had not slept so soundly… perhaps ever.
He was so beautiful.
Possessed profane knowledge of her body, wielded by a confident monster.
Memory of Jules’s fingers inside her, meticulous and perfect as they’d pushed in with a soft slurp where her cunt wept. The strange ridges ringing his cock, teasing, his entry firm, each withdrawal deliberate. His tongue swirling within her mouth.
Her hum grew more brazen, rampant desire warming her belly.
Nipples peaked, a strange buzz rippling just under her skin.
“Good morning.” Voice gravelly with sleep and thick with budding curiosity, Jules woke. He smiled, tucking a brown tangle behind her ear, watching her mental breakdown as if she were perfection incarnate. “How are you feeling?”
From the distance, Jacques warned,“Brenya, don’t.”
Yet the strangest urge to lean into Jules’s touch came over her. Resistance made each thought stutter, until thethinginside her, the Omega, forced her neck to turn so her cheek might nuzzle his open, offered palm.
It felt good, his callouses on her ugly facial scar, the stroke of his thumb over her lips.
The screaming loudness of the Red Room went silent. Jacques was fully shut away. She was finally able to close her eyes and know quiet.
And breathe while the Beta petted her and purred.
The cracks mended; the workings of her brain came back online. Reason parted her lips so she might confess in a baffled whisper, “The room is too bright.”
