THE OMEGA'S HEAT
She didn't mean to moan when he pressed her against the stone wall, his hand between her thighs, his breath scorching against her ear.
"You're soaking, little Omega," Damien growled. "Tell me-did you think of us when you touched yourself at night? Or did you cry and clench your legs shut like a good little liar?"
She trembled and her body ached for more.
Lucian's voice came next, rough and dark. "You ran from us. Left us hard and hungry. Do you know how close I came to tearing through that city just to feel your cunt grip my cock?"
Her knees buckled, but Kael caught her, dragging her back into his chest with a growl. "You belong to us, Omega. Say it, or I'll bend you over this desk and make you remember with every inch."
She gasped, lips parted, but her voice broke before the words came.
"Say it," Damien snapped. "Say who owns this filthy little body."
The mate bond snapped, it was wild and irresponsible.
She burned for them, and ached for them.
And when she ran, they hunted.
Now they've found her again, and she was trembling, slick, lying to herself with every breath she takes. But there's no more mercy.
She'll scream when they mark her. Shake when they knot her. Break when they bond her.
"You were made for our cocks, little mate," Lucian whispers, licking her tears. "Now open your mouth and show us how sorry you are."
This time, they don't make love. They destroy her and she begs for more.