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I slowly draw my tongue over the bite, teasing along it, covering it with my mouth, lightly sucking and savoring the taste of him—realizing there is a taste to him. It’s faint, not like the overpowering sweetness of the omega’s fragrance that’s able to lure any man to his doom. This is different, savory and less distinct, but it reminds me of fresh bread, bacon, and cheese, all together, warm and gooey, something shared on pleasant days—whatever those are.
He relaxes completely, no longer troubled by his wounds. The ability to remove his pain releases the clenched fist around my lungs, heart, organs, soul. I lick over the bite again and he moans his pleasure. All I feel in him is profound calm, the rest of the world quiet in the background of our lives.
When he does speak, it takes me by surprise because he didn’t consider his words first. “I need you to love her.”
“Hush now. Just rest and stop worrying about her.”
He chuckles weakly, already easing toward sleep. “That will never happen and now that I know you can hear my thoughts, I’ll keep filling them with all the reasons she deserves to be cherished. I’ll make you love her.”
“If anyone could, it would be you,” I murmur, not really intending to but relaxed enough to not hold myself so tightly. If I’m not careful, he’ll catch a glimpse of the horror of who I am and all this peace will be shattered forever.
Almost in the land of dreams, his voice is barely a whisper. “You chose to save me… but do you regret it now?” Inside, he’s that little boy in a burning room, pleading for safety. He doesn’t know yet, but those nightmares will never trouble him again.
“I chose you, Ethan, and I don’t regret it. I never will.”
CHAPTER34
THATCHER
“You didn’t kill him, did you?” the omega asks, her voice sweet and nervous. “The instincts really didn’t want you to do that.”
“He’ll live. Look, he’s coming around.”
Gideon is amused, and I don’t know what I am as I open my eyes and wince from both the light and the pain throbbing in my head.
“What did you do to me?” My question becomes less relevant as I realize I’m bound to a chair. “Why am I…?” That question evaporates as I finally take in the sight before me. My omega. She’s lovely. Blue-grey eyes. Pink cheeks. Vibrant, alive, compelling like nothing else has ever been.
She’s nibbling on her lip and my gaze gets lost in her, studying her from top to bottom, including her oversized t-shirt and bare legs and feet. “Hello, Professor. Welcome.”
“Why…?”
She tilts her head toward the elevator. “You lost control. How do you feel now?”
The actor glares at me, but he’s not worried about the omega while I’m bound. He’s allowing me to see her. He’s testing me.
“I’m fine. You can release me.”
“Nope.” Gideon steps closer to the omega, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her against him.
The sight of him touching her electrifies every inch of me, igniting the short fuse leading to my alpha rage. I detonate, tearing at the ropes, struggling to free myself to grab her, take her, fuck her, bite her, make her mine.
“Settle,” Gideon barks, his hands never pausing as they caress her body while her eyes glaze over with unabashed delight.
His inner alpha is seeking to control mine, and mine is having none of that. It fights back.
“Free me now!” I bark.
My command evokes a quiver from the omega. She would have no choice but to succumb to my direction if he weren’t holding her, whispering to her, kissing her temple, and soothing her agitation at the feral, predatory energy in the space.
“What do we do?” She glances up at Gideon before returning her attention to me. “I mean, if we have to run, we can’t takeSir Rageywith us.” She’s breathless, her chest rising and falling, drawing my focus to her beaded nipples beneath the soft fabric. “He looks like he’s ready to bang me and my omega isall in, but I’m not. The dude doesn’t even know my name or all the reasons I’m charming and worthy of great love. He just wants to rail his omega and probably bite me.” She’s flushed and her fragrance is thick in the room.
I lick my lips. “I want to fuck you until you can’t walk and then I want to fuck you again. I’ll bite you. Claim you. You will be mine, omega.”
More flushed, she gestures at me with pursed lips. “See?”
“Settle, Dr. Wellington.”
I recoil when my words finally reach my mind. “I’m terribly sorry—I don’t know what’s happening. I assure you that I would never take you by force.”
