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“Aye,” I say.
“Omega?” She blinks slowly. “How?”
“You have never been in the presence of an alpha before,” I say. “Not like this… And I’ve heard that some need more, more than one.”
Moving as though under a spell, she grasps my mask and tugs gently, pulling it down until the material settles at my throat. I feel exposed without the covering.
“Did you think I would not know you?” Her eyes roam over my uniform.
“Aston is blessed with enthusiasm and self-belief,” Lor says dryly. “It comes at the expense of brains.”
I glare at the fucker.
He grins before stepping right into her, trapping her small body between us, and letting the presence of two dominant alphas complete its work.
Her fingers tighten over the mask she still holds at my throat, her mouth opens, and a needy moan escapes. “Oh, oh, Goddess. What is happening to me?”
Lor purrs, a deep, rumbly sound I have only heard on very rare occasions. Her face softens instantly, confirming—as if it were needed—that she is an omega. A pretty blush spreads across her cheeks, and her eyes turn a little glazed. My hands settle at her waist and slide up to cup her breasts. As I brush my thumb over her nipples, already beaded against the material of her pretty gown, she moans again and pushes up into my touch.
“Does that feel nice, Freya? Do you want more of my touch?”
“Oh, please! What are you doing to me? Where does this terrible pressure come from? Why does my body ache?”
She reaches one arm back, grasping blindly for Lor. He takes her small hand and presses a kiss to her palm as she thrusts her breasts into my palms.
I’m not mistaken. Our sweet omega, the lass who will soon become our mate, is going into heat.
ChapterTen
Freya
Ifeel like someone has lit a fire under my skin, like flames are dancing across the surface, swallowing me up, taking me to a place I do not understand.
Omega.Am I really an omega? Everyone said I would be. But as the years passed, I concluded it was not to be, and then my father passed, and such matters lost importance.
Aston.How many times have I thought about him, yet here he is, the wicked barbarian alpha I secretly craved, knowing I was ready, and taking the most scandalous action in kidnapping me.
A part of me is furious.
A part of me delights that he has reached into my mind and plucked out my deepest, darkest fantasy in trapping me here with him and Lor, forcing my hand and my heat.
My eyelids are heavy, but I do not close my eyes, for I do not want to miss the dark intensity on Aston’s face as he cups my breasts and rubs his thumb lightly over my distended nipples, making them ache so good. With the mask gone, I can see his freckles—he is still a very pretty alpha.
“Why don’t we get this out of the way?” Lor’s fingers are once more at my throat. Only this time, he is not doing up my cloak but releasing the little clasps.
The heavy garment drops to the floor, and then those same fingers are in my hair, drawing it to the side, and his lips find the back of my throat. A part of me is still scandalized by this, but from their actions… by the blooming understanding…
That they intend to claim me.
In Hydornia, omegas take a single mate, by appointment of the king. But we are not in Hydornia now. We are in the clans, and they have different rules and ways. Only this is more scandalous even than barbarian ways. They are throwbacks, wicked barbarians stealing me for their pleasure—the kind of men who take what they want.
Fate wraps around me—the how and why of circumstances that bring us together are irrelevant to this burning need. A moan rises from my chest. I arch up into Aston’s touch. “I’m so hot.” I tug impatiently at my gown, wanting it off.
They are not to be hurried. If anything, their kisses turn gentle, even as my impatience rises, and I grow bolder and my cries more pronounced. I lose all sense of decorum and shame, rocking my ass against Lor and pushing my breasts into Aston’s capable hands.
“Off,” I demand more firmly.
“When I’m ready,” Aston says.
