Page 52 of Wrath of a King


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“Goddess damn you, Olly. Fucking confess!”

“You… cannot… make me,” she rasped.

“Can’t I?” I challenged, dragging in a harsh breath.

The call of her scent was too much to bear. With each puff of air I pulled into my lungs, something in my soul churned with a dangerous mix of nostalgia, betrayal, and ill-conceived desire.

It should have been disgusting. Yet as I leaned forward, capturing the rivulet of blood between my lips and dragging my tongue along the column of Olympia’s throat, disgust was furthest from my mind.

Goddess, she was sweet. Even as the sharp scent of iron permeated my tongue, the taste of her skin dragged forth a moan of approval.

“Zoei… What…” Her words, strained with shock, barely penetrated the lust-laden fog in my brain.

My grip on her throat had relaxed enough for her to speak, but the words faded into a low whimper as I found the soft rise of her mating gland.

I told myself it was merely another method of interrogation—a way to disarm her without the use of force. I didn’t really care for the saying, but perhaps I would be able to extract the truth with honey instead of vinegar.

Yes, my tongue, teeth and lips against her mating gland were nothing more than a honeyed interrogation technique.

“No—Oh, Goddess.”

Her throaty moan didn’t have the power to undo me. Neither did it have the ability to speed up my tongue. I lapped harder of my own accord, tongue flat against the gland that pulsed and throbbed and quivered with each flick.

“You shouldn’t—” she breathed. “We shouldn’t—”

A warning growl from my Alpha silenced Olympia’s protests. She went slack against the wall, still trapped by my weight.

I felt each beat of her heart slamming hard and fast against the cage of her chest.

Good.Sheshouldbe afraid to face the consequences of her ill-thought-out actions.

“Tell me why,” I whispered, introducing my teeth to the edges of her quivering skin.

Her fingers slipped free and delved into my hair, holding my head steady against her neck.

This was an interrogation, damn it! I shouldn't permit such transgressions. There was no way in hell I would allow her trembling grip to sway my emotions. My mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: the truth.

But there was something about theneedin her eyes, mingling so sweetly with apprehension and fear. The resulting cocktail was a hard punch to my Alpha—almost impossible to resist.

I drew her mating gland into my mouth and suckled, lapping quickly against the quivering skin. Her knees buckled and she scrambled for purchase on my shoulders, trying to keep herself upright.

Last night, while we were locked in a dance, she had told me not to treat her like an omega. But how could Inotwhen she reacted like one, soft and sweet and submissive under my tongue? Olly had always been this way, with her secretive smiles and sensual allure.

“I’m going to suck your cock.”

It wasn’t a request. There was no room for refusal in my tone.

A flash of apprehension turned her gaze dark.

“Zoei,” she panted, her neck red with the imprint of my teeth. A dark, devilish part of me imagined what she would look like with a mating mark blooming purple and red.Mymating mark. A part of me.

“I can’t,” she protested, tugging at my hair to turn her loose. “I’m betrothed to someone else. She’s a good person. I can’t be unfaithful—”

The words grated against my ears, and my Alpha came alive with a combative growl. The impudence she possessed to think about her intended while moaning under my tongue was unbelievable. My fingers rose back to her jaw, holding her in place.

“You can,” I told her, pleased when I heard the click of her throat. “You will slip your cock from your trousers and let me suck the release from your body.”

Her lips thinned, the pink flush fading to white, and she had the temerity to whisper, “No.”

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