Finally, a pretty golden eye shone through a break in her lashes as she looked up at me. That colour was beautiful and so bright in this dark, cursed place.
I’d dreamed of them like little lanterns in the darkness every night since we found her.
“You're mine, little firefly,” I told her, a perfect name finally rolling from my tongue. “And this is ours, not theirs.”
I shifted her back on the table further before jumping on after her. Then I lowered her back, palm cupping the back of her neck as snow-white hair splayed around her, almost glowing in the white lights. Her chest heaved as I pressed her against the table, caging her in.
“All you have to do is lie like this and let me take care of you,” I whispered. She nodded, and again I felt a flood of relief breaching her nerves through the bond.
I reached down to the lace, pressing my finger beneath it and cupping her heat. I heard her breath hitch, head shifting a little, as if unsure what to expect.
“You're soaked.” Her pale cheeks flushed crimson. I loved the contrast of her unusually light skin and rouge blushes dappling over her skin and giving her nerves away. She didn’t look like anyone I’d ever seen, with moonlight hair that matched even hereyelashes and brows. But we were an oddball pack, feral alphas, an omega with crimson eyes, a seer… she was a perfect fit for us.
For me.
She let out a little gasp as I pressed a finger into her.
“Sin,” she breathed, fingers lacing into my hair.
“Yes, firefly?” I asked.
I felt a little flare of warmth from her in the bond at the name. “More,” she whispered.
I grinned, speeding up, slipping a second finger into her and working her to the core.
“See, baby, you know exactly what to do.”
I wasn't as furious now we were here. Not like I'd felt when Dominic had dragged us in.
Her fingers wove through my hair, digging in as I drove my fingers into her cunt, and it wasn't a lie.
This was ours.
She was my omega, and it felt as though I was staking that claim before the whole of Anarchy in a way that they'd never forget.
The desire was so strong it felt like it consumed me, but that happened sometimes. I burned with instincts that, in practice, I could never understand. I'd been born an omega, with no way to follow up outside of performances in cages. Forever, it felt like I’d be on the back foot, without a way to protect myself—or her—if any one of the many webs of control broke down.
And yet, this possessiveness choked me; I felt it with her as I did with my pack.
Incongruent with the reality I was given.
But that desire to claim—it was different now. The cage was the claim this time—not the means to protection I couldn’t offer any other way.
I watched her shiver. “That's it, Little Firefly, come for me.”
A whine echoed through the room as my thumb found her clit, and she crested an orgasm beneath my touch—without even needing a dark bond command.
This cage didn't lock us in; it kept them out, as I made sure they all knew who she belonged to.
24
CRESCENT
Sin wasn't like anyone I'd ever met.
Not like the alphas I was falling for, not like any of the omegas back in the Convent, or even the ones who prowled these halls.
After I came down from the first orgasm, everything changed.
