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“If you wanted that, which I cannot believe, I would.” I did not hide anything from her. Once mated, she would be mistress to this household and all that entered it. But I could never believe she would eject the betas, alphas, and omegas I’d had on my knot.
Her beautiful eyes met mine, as if testing the truth or lie. “I would not want that. But my lovers know I can be jealous.”
Goddess and the old gods, preserve me from this omega. Did she imply that if we became lovers she wouldbecome as possessive as an alpha? “Jealousy would not look good on you.” I smiled. Our conversation carrying on as if I wasn’t knuckle deep in her cunt. “More like you would take my lovers into your bed.”
“Perhaps.” A hand grabbed my cock. A firm squeeze before an almost casual caress. “Come with me. Let me prove what a very, very good little woman I’ll be to you.”
“Oh, I do not believe you capable of that.” I dropped to my knees, pushed her skirts up to her waist. She wore no stockings, so at last I had my hands around her thick calves, dimpled knees, and up a pair of even thicker thighs. I nipped the swell of her stomach, along the valley between her slick sex, passing my tongue between her folds. “Your slick coats my tongue, your chemise is nigh transparent with the stuff.”
“An unfortunate natural reaction,” she snarled. “Are you telling me the cock pressed against my stomach was for me or for the fact you are nothing more than your dynamic turned feral by a little slick?”
“You. I’d want you if you were a beta. I’d want you if you were a ghost for you’ve haunted me dreams since the first time I saw you.”
“We shouldn’t.” Her words belied her actions as she threaded her fingers through my hair to hold me steady as she began ride my face with a confident roll of her hips. “But if we must, then make me come. Prove alphas aren’t half so bad as lovers.”
“Little bird, you are a critic. May you be so kind as to lift this delightful leg,” I purred. She rested her left leg on my shoulder. “Now the other.”
“You’re mad.”
“Do it.” I pushed a little bark into my voice, and she stunned me by responding. I now had her at my mercy and took what I had wanted, what had haunted me since Conny had tended her. “Will you take a little pain with your pleasure?”
“Of course.” She sounded breathless, but she had the breath to moan when a stroked a finger then three into her dripping cunt. Wild, alpha and wild. If I was not careful, if I feasted too long, I’d tip into rut and good intentions be damned I’d not be content with a taste. “You are capable.”
My tongue pressed along her seam. Teasing her clit and joining my fingers in her cunt.
“Come for me,” I purred. She came with a shout, pulling at my hair, a sharp pain that went right to my balls. Hells, what this woman did to me.
“Come now.” Her bark was sharp, powerful, and I choked on the pleasure that rippled through my body which, except for that initial squeeze, she’d never touched. My breath came in shallow pants as my body recovered from the burst pleasure that had me coming in my breeches like a youth. I grabbed her hand and rubbed her fingers through her slick folds. Standing, I brought those same fingers to her lips and without a word she sucked away her own cum.
“That was too rushed. Next time, I shall make it last.”
“This will never happen again.” Her tone brooked no argument. Pulling away from me she turned to the mirror and began fixing her hair. I stood behind her to see how perfectly calm she appeared. All this surface indifference when lingering in her eyes was a mirrored quality no other omega possessed. Had she been an alpha, I’d say she’d been ready to tip into a rut. For my eyes were the same, and I knew myself to be on the verge of losing all sense.
“Once was enough to know that once will never be enough,” I warned her. “How would you care to come to the Hell tomorrow evening? I’m afraid you’ll find it a bit flat since there is a rather large ball being held by one of your lot.”
“Your attempts to woo me through informality are charming and the least effecting thing imaginable.” She didn’t even bother to look away from tidying her hair in the mirror, but goddess her scent unfurled, arching into my senses like a cat being petted the right way.
“There ain’t nothing like a Lady Carmichael gathering, or so I hear.”
“Nothing in the world. The Carmichaels are charmingly dull and therefore choose to throw lavish parties. Good hunting ground.”
“Ah. I shall appreciate your keeping your thoughts about hunting grounds to yourself if ever you accept my invitation to visit the Hell.” I had no expectations that she would take such obvious bait. Still, if the prey thought they had avoided a trap, they might grow confident and would not see the nest one.
Then the devious thing smiled, her eyes sparking.
“I need to go change.” Her look changed to something more lingering, as if she wasn’t quite sure what to make of me. And damned but I had no idea what to make of her either. I sucked on my fingers, licking away the last of her sweet slick. Any normal woman would flush. Even the most experienced would have. But Hippolyta Hartwell allowed her gaze to travel along my body to the wet spot where I’d come in my breeches. “I think you ought to follow my lead.”
“Wait.” I called to her. “I’ll let you go on one condition.”
“What? You think to put conditions on me?”
“That would defeat the purpose of letting you go,” I said. “No. My condition is simple. Jude will go with you as your personal guard. After all, you are a wanted woman… A criminal, albeit one in a ballgown and diamonds.”
She grinned. She remembered it then. Two years ago, the last time I had seen her, I’d made a deal with her at the opera while Puck and Sarah fucked in the wings. She had worn a ballgown, in blood red satin and there were diamonds around her throat and dangling from her ears.
“They’d never take me to court,” she laughed.
“Then you don’t mind Jude’s being your shadow again?”
