Page 38 of Ruined Omega

That protective gesture and his possessive words stir something inside me. More hot arousal licks at my insides, and my muscles shudder with lust. A surge of guilt and shame follows fast on its heels. This is so wrong. Only moments before, my body was getting turned on by Baen’s insistent touch. Now I’m having the same reaction to Tal violently staking his claim over me.

This isn’t like me. This isn’t like me at all.

It’s my estrus.

My heat.

It’s like a flame deep in my core, consuming me from the inside out.

But maybe there’s still a chance. My eyes dart toward the bottle of pills where Baen set them on the shelf earlier. If I could just get those pills…

But Tal’s body is blocking me from reaching them.

With an angry grunt, Baen pushes himself up into a seated position. He drags the back of his hand across his mouth, inspects it for blood, grins.

“If you want her, you’ll have to kill me.” Baen’s voice is quiet but scary.

“Gladly,” Tal snarls.

I haven’t seen him like this. Even when we were fleeing from the city on the motorcycle, his emotions were cold and restrained. Now, however, he seems to be practically vibrating with rage and jealousy.

And Baen is the same.

The fallen Alpha launches himself off the floor with a blood-curdling howl of rage.

“The omega is MINE!”

Once more, their bodies connect. An impact of meat and bone rings through the enclosed space. The candles gutter with the sudden churning motion.

Tal’s body is slammed backward into the curved wall. The metal buckles under his weight. He shoves off, grappling with his opponent, and the two Alphas tumble down the length of the shelter, snarling and punching and biting.

“Mine!” both voices roar back and forth.

Shelves collapse in their wake, spilling cans and shattering jars, filling the shelter with the sharp odor of vinegar. Candles are doused, bringing the light level down.

Something clatters and rattles nearby on the floor.

The pills!

My muscles are still weak and shivery, but I summon all of my strength and fling my upper body over the side of the nest of cloth and moss. I tumble onto the hard concrete floor. My fingers search for the pill bottle, and when they find it, my heart leaps.

I may still be able to stop this.

But time is running out…

There are more crashes in the darkness at the far end of the shelter. The sound of whaling fists and gnashing teeth. Both Alphas are snarling and shouting their claim.

They are fighting over me. Over my body.

And shamefully, that is turning me on.

The hot arousal simmering just below my tummy starts to boil over. The need is almost too much to bear. It doubles me over with pain.

I have to put an end to this now.

My fingers fumble with the lid of the pill bottle. It takes me three tries, but finally I wrench it free. I tilt the bottle toward my open palm. Several small blue capsules tip out.

“She’s mine, fucker!”