Bird rubs his cheek against mine, before he straddles me. I can feel his hard dick through his thin pants. Yet I can sense that the way he is alternating licking my neck, while rubbing his cookie scent over me, is his way of claiming me, both as Alpha and Omega.
For the first time in my life, both sides of my nature feel content.
I drag Bird up, before threading my fingers through his hair. I tip his head to the side, nipping up and down his neck.
My teeth are desperate to press down and bite.
I want to taste Bird’s blood.
But I can’t bond him.
Instead, I content myself by sucking on his scent gland, deepening the sweetness that is pervading the cell.
He whines, and I become wetter at the sound.
Did the warden truly mean that I could rut him? Lock his sweet cock inside me and milk it?
I growl, dragging the Omega into a deeper kiss.
He whines, and I can’t resist biting at his lower lip. To my shock, he bites mine back.
Then he pulls back, laughing. “Well, my matching with my bonded didn’t go how I imagined. How about you?”
Is this what Omegas are meant to be like?
I don’t have a fucking clue.
I thought that Rosa would eat Mars alive. Maybe Seventy-one will eatmealive because he’s bolder than most of the assassins I have faced, while also being the sunniest person I have met.
My brother would love him.
My heart aches at that thought.
“You do know that you’re locked up?” I reply. “This is an experiment facility. You were gifted to me as long as I could save you with my pheromones. And I’m a strange Alpha.”
“Strange Alphas are just scent matches waiting to happen. Looks like we’re living proof.” Bird settles more comfortably onto my lap. “And honestly, I’ve known I was dying for months. I’ve been preparing for it. So, waking up anywhere is like a second chance.”
He’s the Holy Grail.
I’ve finally found an Omega who is more optimistic than my brother.
Or more deluded.
I narrow my eyes. “What if I’m a bad, bad Alpha?”
“Are you?” Bird’s eyes are twinkling like he doesn’t believe it for a second.
Wait, does he think that this is all just dirty talk?
I narrow my eyes. “Little Bird, I belong to the Adonis pack.”
For the first time, Bird’s expression becomes more guarded. “Huh, I’ve been used by some of those at the hotel. They were Alphaholes.”
Shit, which ones?
I can’t ask.
“They are Alphaholes,” I agree. “Because I was born as a Rogue, they refused to acknowledge me. I was forbidden to bond as an Alpha, or to nest and be rutted as an Omega. I grew up alone in a basement, trained outwardly as a bodyguard. Secretly, to be an enforcer and assassin. I have no idea how to love or be loved. I’ve been forged into nothing but a weapon all my life. I’m a criminal.A killer.”
