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Never before had I wanted to shake a person more than this infuriating omega. She flashed hot and cold with me.
“You won’t like the consequences of that sharp tongue. So I’d watch that pretty mouth of yours.”
“I’ll go get a mirror then.” She sniffed, all offended dignity. I closed my eyes and willed the impulse to bend her over, pull those breeches that showed her legs off to perfection, and spank that bottom until it matched the deep red hair on her head. She smirked. “Or I could use the mirror over the mantle.”
“Come,” I pointed her towards the mirror above the fireplace. We stood as we had the night before. I relished how tiny she appeared against my alpha height and build. She was all omega, curves and softness that had my cock twitching in my too tight breeches. “Look how powerful we are. Towering—”
“I’m too diminutive to tower,” she snapped and gave a half-hearted attempt to wriggle free from my grip.
“You are a tower of strength,” I smirked.
“Laying it on too thick, my Lord.”
“Yes, you are correct. I shall be your lord.”
And at the same moment her scent hit me—arousal. So she found this game arousing? I prided myself on my control, especially around my lovers, always so much smaller than I. But that perfume… I was helpless to resist the urge to taste her again. I captured her by the throat, an act that had calmed her on our first meeting, and applied the correct amount of pressure so I could drag her up my body until she stood on the tips of her toes. Her hands fluttered at her side until she gripped my arm to keep her balance. With enough time for her to protest, I bent my face to hers.
The kiss I forced on her demanded submission, making it all the sweeter when she made not attempt to pull away. A kittenish growl, and then she softened in my arms. I’d won. So I retreated. In the future, she would need to earn my kisses. For now, I was content in the knowledge she lost the battle against her stubborn refusal to give in to me. “You can try to deny me, but I know your protests are a lie.”
“I refuse to submit to your highhanded ways. Fine, I acknowledge you kiss well. But so do many.”
“Too far, Vixen,” I said, thrilled she’d given me the opening I craved.
“Not far enough if you still want me,” she groused.
“And to give you the rest of my particulars, I am six and thirty, my estate is respectable, and my funds wrapped up in acquiring priceless works of art.”
“I’m not for sale.”
“I’d never put a price on you,” I assured her and kissed her temple. She struggled against me with a fierce little growl. “Nevertheless, it changes nothing. I’d pay your omega price a hundred times over to ensure I could keep you underneath me.”
“Your manners leave much to be desired.”
The fight left her when I collared her throat again. I relished how her body melted into mine. Soon she would be strong enough to voice it, but for now I’d accept this unconscious acceptance of her new place in the world.
“My Lord, I will not—cannot—be your mate. You must accept that.”
“There is someone else?” I stiffened. The thought had never crossed my mind.
“Would that be an obstacle? If I had said there was another, would you have left me alone?”
I let her feel the full force of my displeasure. Growl, scent, and my hand around her neck making it clear if there was to be an alpha in her life, it would not be some weak cretin who left her to run wild.
“I thought as much.” She had the gall to laugh as if she saw my every territorial thought and dismissed them out of hand. “I leave for Paris at the end of the week, and that will be the end of it.”
“Wilful, foolish omega, I give you until your next heat. You will be mine then. You’ve a twelvemonth to come to terms with it.”
She sighed. “My thoughts and feelings on the topic will not have changed.”
My lips twitched in a smile. “Another said those words to me this morning. But we all know that I get what I want. And I want you, my dear. Take this year for what it is. A courtesy your brattish omega hasn’t deserved. You’ll be brought to heel, my little Vixen. Accustom yourself to that.”
“High-handed, arrogant, and stupid,” Beatrice scoffed. “I don’t do a thing by half measures either, my lord. When I promise we shall never meet again, then I shall keep that promise.”
“You are a foolish Vixen. And you will be mine.”
She refused to offer some witty retort, though her eyes flashed and challenged me. I snarled. She knew that there was a draw between us. I could still taste her on my lips. My alpha demanded I take what was mine but this was a civilised age and taking omegas by force was frowned on even as it warred with my instincts. “You will say nothing? Silence? Now you are silent? Very well. Good day, Miss Hartwell.”
“Mind your step as you go. It would be a shame if you fell and cracked your head.” She smiled in feigned innocence. I battled the need to box her ears then kiss her senseless.
