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“Off.” I stamp my foot. It is an utterly ridiculous thing to do, yet I’m vexed at these men who do not give me my dues.
“Off!” It is a growl. I did not recognize this part of me.
The fingers threaded in my hair turn brutal, tugging my head painfully back.
I only moan as I glance back at Lor, seeing the wicked smirk bloom across his lips.
“She’s getting needy,” he says.
“Good,” Aston says, before he steps back, removing his hands entirely from me.
I’m not happy about this development. Not happy at all. I hiss my displeasure and try to tug my hair out of Lor’s grasp.
His hold tightens, mastering me with ease, his other arm snaking around my waist to hold my back flush to his chest. “Be a good little omega, and we will give you all you need.”
I have seen hints of his sternness. I like it very much. But even as he holds me against his firm body, my eyes are all on Aston, watching as he tosses his cloak over a nearby chair, removes his dagger and sword, and then, with one hand grasping the back of his shirt collar, he tugs it over his head. His scent is like a wall slamming into me. And how my pussy weeps. Feral needs are rising, desires that cannot be denied.
His body is beautiful, with thick slabs of muscle making up his chest and covered with a dusting of blonde hair, brawny shoulders, and strong corded arms. A deep V leads down into the top of his pants, which hang dangerously low since the removal of his belt. My gaze lowers to the thick bulge that strains his leather.
Beneath the uniform of a soldier, he is all barbarian alpha.
I want to touch him, to lick every delectable inch of his flesh. These urges belong to a stranger who has unlawfully taken possession of my mind. It doesn’t matter, does it? Not when I’m ravenous, and he represents everything I need.
“Do you like what you see?” Lor growls beside my ear. “A rough alpha beneath that more civilized uniform? Is your mouth watering for a taste of his cock?”
I swallow. He knows it is. I’ve never touched a man, never mind done something like that, yet I could fall to my knees and pray for the chance.
“Take everything off,” Lor barks.
Aston growls, and his nostrils flare.
“Now!” There is no mistake in the command in Lor’s voice. My tummy takes a slow, sensual tumble as I feel the tension grow between them.
A low growl rattles in Lor’s chest as Aston stares back.
The air thickens with their pheromones. My whimper is all need. Aston’s eyes lower to meet mine, and then, staring at me, he kicks off his boots and shucks down his pants.
The sight is compelling, and my pussy clenches deeply. His cock bobs, thick and long, and sticking straight out from his body with a fat mushroom head. Clear liquid gathers at the tip. Near the base is a faint swelling—his knot.
I lick my lips.
“Do you want a taste?” Lor asks.
“Please.”
“Good girl,” he says. “Then you may have just a little taste.”
Aston growls, but he doesn’t move as Lor, using my hair as a leash, guides me the few steps forward until only a pace separates us.
“Hands behind your back.”
The command surprises me. I think Lor is talking to me until Aston puts his hands behind his back. The move pushes his shoulders back, presenting his perfect, built body for my inspection, emphasizing that he is a towering alpha and an apex predator.
He glares at Lor over my head again.
That dark look is like an explosion of lust inside my womb. There is something between them, a power play, a level of dominance that I sense will unravel before we leave this cottage in the woods.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Lor says, gentling his hold on my hair, fingers now soothing as they massage against my scalp. “All that hot, hard flesh. His scent is so much richer now, isn’t it? You are triggering him, just as he is triggering you, and calling him into a rut. Are you getting wet for him?”
