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Malachi runs a hand through his hair, his aura pulsing with agitation. “So what do we do then? Just sit back and wait for this psycho to make his move?”
“No,” I say firmly, meeting his gaze. “We protect her, but we do it on her terms. We gain her trust and make her feel safe. When she’s ready, she’ll come to us.”
Malachi doesn’t look convinced, but he nods. “Fine, but we need eyes on her at all times. I don’t want her out of our sight for a second.”
“Agreed,” I reply, already pulling up a map of the city. “I’ll coordinate with Zane and set up a perimeter around the hotel. We’ll take shifts and make sure she’s never alone.”
We just need to figure out how to get an omega to trust us in ten days or less, because I have a weird feeling in my gut, and it’s never led me astray before.
22
ARIA
“Come on, baby girl. Show me how good you can make yourself feel,” Zane coaxes from the shadows of the high-end hotel room, his voice a husky whisper that sends ripples of pleasure through my body. His calculating eyes, usually icy and focused, now simmer with a raw, animalistic desire that stirs an insatiable heat within me.
A gentle shiver races down my spine as I slide my hand delicately over my trembling torso. The pads of my fingers probe the dewy skin beneath the flimsy fabric of the silk chemise, already glowing with a sheen of anticipation. As my fingers descend to explore the lush landscape between my thighs, a delicious moan slips past my softly parted lips.
“You’re so wet for me, Aria,” Zane murmurs approvingly, his mouth curling into a devilish smile that quickens my pulse. His gaze remains locked on mine as I slip two digits inside myself, painting them with a slickness inspired by him alone. “Such a good girl.”
The wet symphony of self-pleasure fills the room, a sweet serenade to our unspoken attraction. My hips buck rhythmically against my hand, each luxurious stroke bringing me closer to a precipice I’m not ready to tumble over.
My back arches off the bed as I impale myself on my fingers, hitting depths only he could surpass. “Zane, please…” I beg, lost in a sea of sensations that border on debauchery. He is already out of the chair before the plea leaves my lips.
With predatory speed, he closes the distance between us. His powerful hands imprison mine above my head in a merciless grip that contrasts sharply with the tenderness in his emerald eyes. The gasp I release is swallowed by his demanding kiss, brutal and intoxicating all at once.
“That’s Master Zane to you.” His hard cock rests against me, teasing my slick entrance with an exquisite promise of the pleasure to come. “You belong to me,” he rumbles possessively, his voice a spine-tingling mix of dominance and desire.
In one swift movement, he plunges into me, replacing my fingers with his thick length. The shockwaves of ecstasy rush over me in a tidal wave that leaves me breathless. His rhythm is relentless—a pounding symphony of raw need that sends sparks shooting behind my eyelids.
Each forceful thrust plunges him farther into my throbbing core. With every powerful stroke, he slams into that exquisite spot within me, a searing, intense point of ecstasy that leaves my body on the verge of climax.
“Come for me, baby.”
I wake from the dream covered in sweat. It drips down my body, soaking the sheet below me. My body feels as though I’ve gone one-on-one with some MMA fighter, and I’m hot—hot to the touch and to the core. In fact, it feels as though I’m burning up from the inside out.
Twitching because I can’t freaking help it, I slowly rub the sleep from my eyes. My clit pulses from the unfulfilled desire pooling in my belly.
Worst of all is the fact that I smell like onions, and it’s making me gag.
I sit up slowly and groan, because every muscle in my body aches with pain.
Fucking preheat.
Taking a deep breath, I look around the empty hotel room.
It was just a dream.
How disappointing.
With a heavy sigh, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and slowly rise to my feet, feeling the ache in my muscles with every movement. The dream felt so real, so vivid, that waking up alone in this sterile hotel room is a harsh disappointment.
Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, clitty cat. What? Everyone talks to their bean, don’t they?
I shuffle to the bathroom, desperate to wash away the scent of onions that clings to my skin like a sickly perfume. With each step, I peel off the duct tape and let it flutter to the floor. My skin is irritated and red, small blisters forming over my scent glands.
That looks like a problem.
Ignoring the damage to my skin for now, I turn on the hot water and let the small bathroom fill with steam. As I step under the scalding spray, I can’t help but let my mind wander back to the dream, Zane’s commanding presence, and the way he possessed my body so completely.
