“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured. “Leighton was furious when you slept in the sheets I’d come on. How would she feel about this?”
I grinned, circling her clit with my thumb. “I don’t really give a fuck. She can punish me for it later. She knows what I want, and she’s well aware I’ll play dirty to get it.”
The knife didn’t dig any deeper. Not even when I teased her entrance with my finger, threatening to slide the digit inside her.
The elevator dinged open on P2, and I pulled back from her all at once. My hand caught hers—the one that wasn’t holding her knife—and I led her out and around a corner. In the long hallway that led to mechanical rooms and possibly an emergency exit, a light was burnt out. It left us shrouded in darkness.
I pushed her back against the cold cement wall and leaned in close enough our lips brushed together. The knife was at my throat in a second.
This time, my breath hitched.
Her eyes were so big and blue and dangerous, in more ways than one. Her hand trembled on the knife, but she kept it pressed close to me like she kind of wanted to but wasn’t willing to commit.
“If I die like this, it’ll be a good way to go,” I whispered.
I leaned forward to slam our lips together. The blade sliced me, but not deep enough to kill. Only enough to hurt in a way that lit my blood on fucking fire. She gasped into my mouth, giving me full access to plunge my tongue inside and explore.
Kiara tasted like coconut. It wasn’t fair for an omega to taste so good, and if I hadn’t been obsessed with her before, I sure as fuck was now.
When I pulled back, a tiny trail of my blood slid down my collarbone from the wound she left behind. It was superficial and would heal with a simple flare of my aura. I didn’t do it, because I didn’t want to scare her.
Her eyes were wild, staring between the knife and my neck. “What are you even doing?” she asked. “I could have… I could have killed you.”
“Then I would have died.”
“I’m not… You… It’s wrong for me to enjoy holding your life in my hands. The thrill I got…”
She flung the knife to the ground. I didn’t wait for her panicked whine, diving down to pick it up and press it back into her palm.
“I’ll tell you a secret, little omega,” I purred, leaning in and licking along her jawline. “I don’t think it’s wrong at all. I think it’s sexy.”
Kiara glared at me, but it was half-hearted. “You’re trying to turn me on by calling me sexy and not unhinged.”
“I was turning you on regardless.”
I yanked her dress up high enough that it revealed her lingerie underneath. She might never have put it on if she hadn’t been drunk, but she wasn’t drunk anymore. And she was the one with the knife.
The tiny scrap of fabric covering her pussy had already been displaced by my teasing in the elevator, and her thighs were soaked. I forced her legs apart by shoving my thigh between them. She drenched my leg almost immediately. I was going to be covered in my omega’s scent when we picked Leighton up.
Wouldn’t she just love that?
“You’re going to come for me, or you’re going to stab me until I stop touching you,” I murmured. “Take your pick.”
I sunk a finger into her pussy, her channel clenching tight around me as she gasped. Her slick made an obscene squelching noise every time I thrust my finger. I used my other hand to stroke her clit. Her moans echoed in the hall, announcing to everyone who walked by that there was an omega being pleasured down here.
When she brought her free hand up to smother her cries, I smirked.
“You could have just asked me to kiss you, little omega.”
“I don’t want a kiss,” she gasped.
I leaned in, only to be stopped by the blade.
She knew how to use it. This time it was pressed against my clothed cock, which pulsed at the threat.
“You’re serious about no kissing,” I murmured. “Got it.”
“Leighton hasn’t yet,” she said.
