Page 17 of The Omega Princess


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He looked up at me, panting, his eyes glazed.

A growl rose in my throat, and I had a strange sensation that this was going to turn into something primal and brutal. He and I were going to fight over her, and one of us would triumph and leave the other broken and bleeding and go on to claim her right there, while the blood of the defeated was still hot.

But he said, “Fuck.”

And it shook me to my core, and I remembered that I wasn’t an animal, and I didn’t have any right to this woman, this princess, and thank fuck it was my job to keep them apart and I could pretend that was why I’d done it.

“She’s right,” said Prince Devlin, running a hand through his hair, backing away from both me and the omega. “The Queen is right. A bite is imminent.” He stormed across the room and hurled open the door. “I need to go,” he said, without looking back, and then he shut the door behind him.

I stood there in his wake, struggling to breathe, especially since that sweet, sweet scent was still in the air.

She gaped at me.

Leave, you idiot, I told myself.

“You smell like…” She took a step toward me.

I didn’t leave. I didn’t speak. I didn’t move.

She came closer. Her gaze skittered over me and got stuck at my crotch.

I should have said something, done something. But I just looked at my crotch, too.

Then I looked up.

And she looked up. Her jaw worked, but nothing came out.

I gave her a nod. My voice was ravaged. “Ma’am.” I turned and walked out of the room.

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“SO,” I WHISPERED into the phone, “what is an alpha’s drive like?”

Devlin’s breath hissed through the receiver. “Are you alone?”

“Mmm,” I said. “I’m lying on my bed.”

“Fuck, I haven’t even seen you,” he groaned.

“I’m not sending you nudes,” I said primly.

“Of course not. That’s ridiculously risky,” he said. “Imagine if the press got hold of one of them.”

“Right,” I said. But I was a little sad, actually. I might like a picture of the prince’s dick. I’d never seen a knot, after all. What did they look like?

“I just can’t picture you touching yourself,” he said. “But you will touch yourself for me now, omega.” His voice brooked no argument.

“Yes, alpha,” I agreed readily, shutting my eyes. “Tell me where.”

He sighed appreciatively. “So eager and willing. Just perfect, omega.”

“Are you touching yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I want to catch up—”

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