“If that’s our fate, then I accept that, Alina,” Orcusgoes on, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “Mythos Fae might not have true fated mates, but you’re still mine. I can feel it in my soul. We were meant to find each other, to mate each other, and to create a powerful circle together—with Flame and Reaper.”
I swallow, tears suddenly blurring my vision. “You really believe that.” It’s not a question but a statement.
“No, Alina. I don’tbelieveanything; Iknowit.” His thumb brushes my pulse, his opposite arm coming around my waist. “You’re my Omega. You’re Reaper’s pet. You’re Flame’s little panther. And together, you’reours.”
His wings come around me as he leans down to press his mouth to mine, his kiss so vastly different from any I could have anticipated.
It’s soft.
Tender.
Borderlinesweet.
Like he’s sealing a promise with his mouth, vowing to keep me for eternity no matter what happens.
I’m his Omega. His other half. Hissoul mate.
My belly flutters with the realization, my heart thundering in my chest.
Orcus is mine.
I know it deep within my being, my insidesburningwith the knowledge.
It’s like something is awakening within my soul. Something big. Something… overwhelming.
My mind spins, all the emotions of today swirling together to create an inferno of all-consuming confusion. I feel dizzy. Hot.Alive.
Orcus’s mouth stills against mine, causing me to growl against him.
It’s an unexpected sound, one born from somewhere deep inside. I don’t understand it. But I embrace it.
And I bite his lower lip.
Because I want more. A stronger kiss. More passion.Dominance.
“Alina,” he whispers, a hint of raw emotion underlining my name.
My eyes narrow.Speaking is not kissing.
I nip at him again. But he doesn’t respond the way I desire, causing me to pull back and stare up into his crimson gaze.
My Alpha is playing hard to get.
A game,I realize, suddenly intrigued.
“Fuck,” he says.
Mmm, the end reward of winning the game,I think, even more intrigued now.
“Is she…?” Flame’s deep voice caresses my ears, causing me to glance at the male in the doorway. His violet gaze is tinged with black as his jaguar stares me down.
I stare right back, challenging him in a way I don’t quite understand. Yet it feels natural.Will he join our game, too?I wonder.
Except I’m not sure whatgamewe’re actually playing.
Yet somewhere deep down, I’m determined to win.
To run. To hide. To make them hunt.
