Page 6 of A Murderous Omega

“That’s not what I want,” she snapped.

“Liar.” I shoved my hand between her legs from behind, and her thighs twitched as she sought friction with my hand through her jeans. “That’s exactly what you want.”

“I don’t want to be claimed,” she said with a gasp.

I found her clit and pressed hard. She moaned and rode my hand, her sweet scent driving any thought beside knotting her out of my head.

“Don’t fucking care whether you want to be claimed or not,” I rasped.

“You want to fuck me?” she asked, an edge of burnt sugar adding a note of bitterness to her scent. Did she not believe us?

I bent my face to her neck, dropping hot kisses along her neck as she stared up at my packmate.

“Fuck yes, omega. Fuck you, knot you, claim you,” Conor muttered, cupping her breast, heedless of the blood that stained his hands.

“You can’t claim me,” she whispered, turning in Conor’s arms to face me.

I shared a long look with my packmate—my lover—over her head.

He twisted his lips in frustration, and I flooded our bond with reassurance. We would claim our mate. We would take her and own her and make her forget how to breathe without us. But we didn’t have to tell her that.

“We won’t claim you,” I lied, watching her eyes dilate with relief and—was that disappointment? “Or maybe you’ll claim us first.”

Lark flushed, and the pink was so damn pretty on her face, I kissed her again. Maybe I wouldn’t have to lie to her anymore to get her on my cock. Which was so fucking hard it hurt. I wanted to lift her up, tear her clothes off, and rut into her on the street.

“And if I get away, I’m free? You’ll leave me alone for good?”

I bent down to lick across her kiss-swollen lips, coaxing her to open them for me. Conor kneaded her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples under her shirt, as she mewled between us. While she was distracted, I reached into his pocket and drew out the small syringe he held in there.

Conor purred, deep and rumbly, with so much alpha need behind it I had to fight not to bare my neck and submit to him.

Our little omega, though, was lost. Her head lolled back as she offered herself up for me. It shouldn’t have been this easy, not for an omega on suppressants, not ever, but here she was, ready to strip down in the street and take my knot. Conor’s knot too.

Because we were scent matches. Fuck. What a perfect gift from the goddess. And we weren’t going to let her go, no matter how wily she might be.

While Conor tormented her breasts, I slid the syringe into her neck.

She yelped at the pain, but we held her too tightly for her to jerk away and hurt herself.

“Yeah, little one. If you can get away from us, we’ll let you go free.”

With the drugs coursing through her system, she’d be lucky if she made it to the end of the block.

Then we’d take what was ours.

3

LARK

When the alpha with the gorgeous brown eyes loosened his grip, I sagged between the two men. Shit! They drugged me!

“Liar,” I gasped. “You’re a goddess damned liar.”

The alphas stepped away from me.

“Tick tock, sweet omega,” one of them said.

Fuck, I could barely see straight.