He slammed his hand down. The screen cracked. Now, two slow blinking betas stared up at him. “What I want is for her to stop blocking her gift. What I want is for her to corroborate my witnesses’ stories. What I want is for her to provide the missing pieces about the fire and send that bastard Olan Lundin to his doom.” And he wanted so much fucking more too, but he kept the rest to himself.
“My lord, have you fucked your omega yet?”
“What do you think?” He roared—and then, at the low gasp behind him, modulated his voice to a lower decibel for some unknown reason. “I am trying to stay focused on using her gift, not her cunt.”
“I understand, Alpha Lord.” Randalff dragged a dusty tome forward and flipped to a well- worn page. “But according to one passage in the fated-mate research I discovered, the firing up of one might bring forth the other. Perhaps that will be enough to overcome the block.”
“What is he talking about?” The question came from behind, the pleasing sound of her voice rippling over his skin. Precum leaked from his dick.
They both moaned.
He willed himself to ignore her and her question.
He was usually in more control than this, but it had been fifteen fucking years.
“So, you’re saying fucking her might bring on the vision?” He had to be sure because that was exactly what he wanted to hear. Now. Immediately. “I thought the whole reason for keeping omegas untouched was to try and keep their gift around longer.”
“It is. But a fated-mate bond is said to be different. It shifts the dynamic between Alpha and omega.” There was another slight pause. “It might also alleviate your mood swings and help you to think more clearly. There is the chance too—”
Nikolai cut the line, his Alpha instincts a drumbeat in his brain, drowning out anything else.
He could let his instinct reign.
Years of waiting were finally over.
He whirled around—and barely dodged the heavy object headed straight for his temple.
“Resourceful, little omega.” She was still in mid swing—black sheets tucked around her like a sleeveless dress, hair a tangled halo around her spectacular face—when he seized her wrist and spun her around, twisting her hand so it pressed against her spine.
He’d always liked her spirit. Fifteen years ago, it had pleased him as much as her beauty and kindness. He was relieved to see time spent with her Lundin family hadn’t destroyed her backbone altogether. But that didn’t mean he intended to let her walk all over him.
He intended it to be very clear from the start who was in charge.
“Foolish, little omega.” He plucked the small marble globe of Abzal from her hand and tossed it over his shoulder onto the bed.
Then, he claimed the hand and, despite her puny attempt at resistance, easily added it to his hold, crossing it over her other wrist and securing them in one of his. “Do you know what I do whenever something blocks my way?”
He used his free hand to jerk the sheet from her body. “I ram through it. Hard.”
With a curse, she threw her head back, attempting to hit his nose. “I am not going to lay down and let you fuck me so you can use my gift to hurt my family.”
Her aggression triggered his own. His fangs dropped as the need to dominate surged through his blood like a raging river. He shoved his pants to his thighs, too far gone to take the time to remove them.
“Who said anything about laying down?” He licked her throat, savoring the wild flutter of her pulse against his tongue. “You’ll be bent over on all fours when I punish you for your disobedience, and you’ll be in the same position when I stick my cock inside you.”
“You think your threats scare me? Fuck you. You have no idea what I’ve endured.”
Her words didn’t sit well with him. Rage blazed hot and fast. But not at her defiance. No, that made him hard as hells. What bothered him was the idea of anyone hurting her. That same unfamiliar protectiveness that he’d only ever felt with his family surged to the fore.
A weakness to be sure, but one he couldn’t shake.
He’d wanted to tear Olan Lundin limb from limb for a very long time, but never more than he did at that moment picturing her having to endure pain at the hands of a brute three times her size.
Still, he could not afford to weaken. “You will speak to me with respect, omega.”
“My father demanded the same, and all it did was make me despise him more.”
He snarled. He didn’t like being compared to Olan in any way.
“Like him, you want something from me too much to actually kill me outright.” Anger sharpened her tone. “But unlike him, you don’t have something hanging over me to keep me in line.”
She was smarter than he’d realized. Or so she thought. “Your little sister,” he volunteered.
She stiffened, and he took pleasure in saying, “I know everything there is to know about you, little omega.” He didn’t wait for her answer but went for the jugular. “Do you really think your father is the only one who can get to Kaiya?”
His omega sucked down a shuddered breath.
“That’s right. I know how to pull each string so you dance just for me now.”
“You claim to know so much. Did you know I think you’re a bastard?”
He dropped to his knees, taking her with him.
She fell forward, her palms slapping the ground. Ass high in the air.
“You. Will. Learn. Respect.” Growling low, he covered her body with his, fisting her hair and tugging her neck upward so that her back arched. Presentation pose. Offering herself up like a good omega should.
“Don’t.” But she was already panting hard. Her hips pushed back into his cock despite her words of protest.
“That’s Alpha Lord bastard to you, omega.” He growled low once more. “I’m going to tear through every barricade in my way, little virgin. Soon enough you’ll learn that trying to block me out is a bad plan.”
She cursed and rocked back harder, her spine arching deeper as she lifted her ass higher. Presenting now all on her own. The instinct taking over.
The sight sent more precum leaking out. He liked her spirit. He liked her desperation to be fucked by him more.
He rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her tight, wet cunt.
The rut stole a little more of his control.
He was going to fuck that tight little hole. But first, he’d spank her ass pink and work her clit until she was crying, begging, and showing him the respect he deserved. Until she apologized for whatever block she’d placed on her visions and dropped it immediately. Then, he’d ram inside and claim all that was his due.
He raised his hand—
“Alert! Alert!” The computerized voice echoed through the room. “Two unidentified class B ships closing in fast, cloaked and armed. Initiating tactical evasive maneuvers and combat response. Fasten restraints immediately.”
The ship lurched to the side.
8
The blare of an alarm ripped Dahlia from her lust-induced haze.
She tipped forward and to the side. The ground was coming up fast.
Except she never hit.
Powerful arms pulled her backward, slamming her into the hard rock of Skolov’s body as he twisted into a roll and took her with him