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Without an omega in his den, he had only one thing to focus on. Revenge.
My throat aches as I swallow.
I flinch when he raises his hand, but he traces his fingers over my jawline before bending down and nipping my ear.
“I can take it all away. Build a nest big enough for us both, tiny scorpion,” his breath ghosts over my ear as he murmurs against my temple, our size difference making it too difficult for him to remain at my ear level, “so I have a comfortable place to defile that sweet little pussy, just like I promised your father.”
My heart ices over. I long to run as far as my legs will carry me, but there’s nowhere in our entire broken wasteland that could hide me away from myself.
Shaken to the very depths of my soul, I stumble when he pushes me forward. He relentlessly leads me to the mattress and shoves me onto my hands and knees. I balk and roll, intending to rush toward the door, but he tosses an armful of blankets onto me.
Bliss seeps into me as silky softness slides along my skin. I bask under the weight of clean fabric. Smelling of soap and sunlight, the material temporarily wipes out the pheromones clogging my nostrils.
Inexplicable fury roars through me. A feral beast steals my control. She flings the messy stack off her and snarls.
Rough digits splay over my stomach and pin me to the mattress. Smoky alpha pheromones filter into my senses, appeasing the wild animal in my soul. Unyielding fingers pinch my chin. Stern eyes study me.
Scarred lips tilt. The white line cutting through his eyebrow shifts as he quirks a brow. Slick puddles under me.
Without a word, my tormentor grabs the nearest blanket, rubs it over his chest, and drops it onto my head.
A needy groan fills the air.
My groan.
No, her groan. Not mine. I refuse to become this alpha’s plaything.
Another blanket lands on top of the first. I wrap my arms around them and hug them tight to my chest. A third joins the pile. I nuzzle my face into it.
The fourth lands. Mouthwatering heat emanates from the fabric. I need it.
My mania returns. Nothing matters beyond surrounding myself with comfort. I nuzzle the fourth blanket, stealing a lick when my lips brush against a bit of stickiness, and moan in delight as a quilt adds more weight onto my chest.
In omega euphoria, I knead, stack, and fluff, creating a misshapen cocoon of luxury, until the mattress disappears and the nearby piles of toys merge into a mountain of joy. Unappeased, I snarl and pop my head and shoulders out of the fray when my alpha stops offering new items.
“More,” demands the wild omega ruling my body.
“Come here, tiny scorpion, and ask nicely.”
Lounging on the far couch, the creator of the marvelous scent beckons me with a wicked glint in his eyes. I hesitate. His low vibration knifes into my womb. Slick gushes down my legs and sullies my nest.
It smells wrong now. It needs more of him.
Unable to shake my instincts, I crawl out of my nest and rise onto wobbly legs.
He pulls a pillow off the nearest shelf and rubs it down his chest. My mouth waters as he settles the bit of cloud between his legs.
“Ask nicely,” he purrs.
My right foot sneaks closer without my permission. I lean forward.
His snarl steals my legs out from under me. I drop to my knees and clutch my midsection.
“It hurts,” I gasp as the pain recedes.
“Be a good girl and crawl to me,” he rumbles.
Shame heats my cheeks as I close the distance between us. I reach for the pillow, desperate to finish my nest, but his fingers close over my wrist.
