“You’re right,” Thayer says, giving in easily enough. “Of course, you're right. But I’m not going to apologize for it,. Now we know just how low the queen is willing to go. How lowIsadora is willing to go. And I’m also not going to promise not to do it again. If it comes down to me barking at someone and your safety, your happiness? I’m going to do it in a heartbeat.”
I should argue with him. But my omega is dancing around swinging her bra over her head at that proclamation. I try to keep as much of my dignity as I can while my perfume is blooming in the air around us.
“Thank you for your honesty, professor.”
He grins, pure wolfish intensity. “You know, Sythe. I’ve heard that omegas have a bark, too.”
The prince’s gaze sharpens, growing intense as he looks down at me. “Is that so?”
Thayer hums, pressing closer to both of us. “Indeed. One so powerful it can bring an alpha to his knees.”
A delicate shiver wracks my body and they both grin, all teeth. “You like the idea of that, omega?” Forsythe purrs. “You like the idea of us kneeling for you?”
“I do.” The words slip out before I can stop them. Not that I would. I’m only being honest after all. I love the idea of them kneeling for me, hiking up my skirt and…
Well, you get the idea.
“And we’d love to kneel for you, killer,” Thayer says, running a knuckle down my arm and then picking up my hand to toy with my fingers. “You just need to bark at us and we will.”
I hesitate, even as my perfume blooms heavy in the air and an aroused flush spreads over my chest. I’ve never barked at anyone before. Most omegas don’t. An alpha’s command can hold indefinitely so long as the alpha gives a bit of dominance to it.
An omega’s bark is softer, doesn’t last for very long, more of a suggestion than a command.
“Don’t you want it?” Thayer wheedles, bending to press a kiss to the side of my neck. “The prince of Bravonne, who kneels for no one, taking the knee for you? His omega?”
My chest heaves, and I swear I feel a swell of… not dominance, but something closer to persuasion swell in my chest. Thayer grins against my skin like he can feel it too. “There she is.”
Forsythe stares down at me, his attention sharp and predatory, like he wants to eat me up and I realize that I want that too. So badly.
And so my first ever omega bark cracks out of me. “Put me on the counter.”
Two sets of hands lift and twist me, sliding me onto the island. Forsythe presses between my knees, forcing my thighs apart, nestling his hips in the cradle of mine, his hard cock pressing tight against my slick soaked sleeping shorts.
“What now, omega?” He growls, hips pressing forward.
I hesitate, placing my hand on the lapel of his jacket, feeling the thundering of his heart through the fabric. “I don’t want to make you do anything you aren’t ready for,” I tell him honestly. His predatory gaze softens, melts. “So if I tell you to do something you don’t want to do, I want you to tell me, okay?”
“Sweet omega,” he groans, shifting forward to place a soft kiss on my mouth. “There is nothing you could tell either of us to do that we wouldn’t be salivating for.”
I know that’s not true, if I were to bark at him to call Isadora right now and tell her their engagement is off, he would balk at that.
My mind skitters away from the thought of her, from what exactly we’re doing. This is not a kind thing. It's not the right thing. I know it. In the eyes of the world, I am the other woman. They are bound to Isadora through a verbal promise. Or maybe even a written contract.
But they’re bound to me through a promise of the soul.
Does one negate the other?
I don’t know.
But I’m so tired of fighting the pull of the fated mate bond.
And so I don’t.
“Take off my clothes,” I tell them with no omega bark lacing my tone. It doesn’t matter, fifteen seconds later I’m naked, sitting on the island, the marble cold against my ass and thighs.
“Bloody beautiful,” Thayer mutters, blue eyes running over every inch of bare skin, the globes of my breasts, my peaked nipples, the thatch of blond hair at the apex of my thighs.
The prince grunts his agreement, and my lips tip up at the corners. I’ve never heard him make that sound before. He’s hummed to be sure. But he’s always been capable of words.
