Omega & Love (Alpha & Omega Book 2) Read online

  “He does own me,” I tell him.

  For now.

  “Just be careful,” he warns.

  The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Why do you suddenly care?”

  His eyes darken and the cord of muscle running along his neck tightens. “I guess I don’t. Thanks for the reminder.”

  He releases my hip and stalks toward the door. Then he wrenches it open and slams it shut behind him.

  I don’t cry unless I want to cry and it benefits the situation. However, the emotions of him leaving me have tears threatening to mess up my mascara for real.

  But when the presence of something dark and sinister enters the hallway, I turn and see Luc watching me, his arms crossed over his chest.

  Shit.

  I flash him a grin that’s gotten me out of plenty of trouble in the past. He doesn’t smile back, though, so I saunter toward him, swaying my hips with every step. I’m not sure what he wants with me, but I’ll do my best to please him.

  Everything rides on me pleasing him.

  When I reach him, I stand close enough to feel the heat from his body but not close enough to touch him.

  “Do you have feelings for him, Lovenia?” he asks.

  I raise an amused eyebrow. “Omega? No, but he clearly has feelings for me. Of course, I’ll use that to my advantage. A woman should always have the power to lure men along until the time comes that she may need to use them for something. He’s just my toy.”

  Luc narrows his eyes at me as if to search for the truth. He’ll never know the truth I keep tightly locked away.

  Never.

  “Do you think I am your toy, dear Love?”

  Shit. “No, goodness no. You’re my boss. I live to please you,” I say as convincingly as possible.

  He slides a hand into my dark, thick hair and tugs me to him. His almost-black eyes devour my features as he continues his visual hunt for clues to my deception. Instead of showing fear, I close my eyes and part my lips. The low, guttural groan that comes from him works its way to the very essence of my being and haunts me.

  But still, I remain steadfast and fearless.

  Luc has always flirted, kissed, and touched me as if I were his own little play thing, but he’s never taken it any further. Tonight, I both worry and rejoice that he’s ready for more.

  “You smell so sweet,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath warm.

  The pungent gin reeks from him and my eyes fly back open when he drags a scorching tongue along my bottom lip. A shudder of fear begs for release, but I clutch it and don’t grant it access to own my body. I need to show no fear. I need to show desire.

  This is the closest I’ve ever been to him.

  This is important.

  When his thumb drags along my jawline, I whimper. Thankfully, he must take it as a moan, because he pulls me closer to him. The hard bulge in his pants lets me know just how turned on for me he is.

  I can do this.

  An image of a naked Omega teases my mind, but I push it away. I can’t do my job here if I’m dreaming about him. He distracts me. He makes me lose focus.

  And I need to fully focus right now.

  I grip Luc’s dick through his slacks. “My, you’re well hung, Mr. Furr. Do you want me to taste that big cock of yours?”

  His growl is purely animalistic as he wrenches away from my grip and stumbles back a step. I blink innocently at him. I cannot fuck this up.

  Bringing my finger to my mouth, I slowly slide it between my plump lips and suck on it. “I bet you taste much better than my finger,” I murmur and then flick my tongue out to lick it seductively.

  He runs a hand through his dark hair with lusty eyes devouring the very lips of mine that are tasting him, and for once, he seems uncollected. I’ve been working for a moment like this for some time.

  So I pounce.

  After two short steps, I grab his tie with one hand and push my wet finger into his mouth before he can tell me otherwise. Pulling his tie, I bring him closer to me.

  “Does my finger taste sweet? My pussy is much sweeter,” I purr.

  His strong hand finds my wrist and yanks my finger from his mouth. A flash of anger ripples over his features, and I wonder if I made a wrong move.

  “Are you trying to seduce me, Love?”

  My lips tug into a playful grin. “Luc, you’re the one seducing me. I’m just your toy to be used and played with.”

  A hungry look for me chases away his fury. “I’m going to use you,” he promises, his teasing tone laced with menace. Then he grabs my hand and starts tugging me toward the lounge.

  “What about your room? Don’t you want to take me to bed with you?” I coo.

  Indecision plagues his face. Finally, though, he nods and stalks farther down the hallway while I stumble to keep up. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, but I take several deep breaths to calm myself.

  I can do this.

  I have to do this.

  Doing this could mean more information.

  We arrive at a black door at the end of the hallway, the heat rushing out under the door and warming my ankles.

  “Don’t touch anything once we’re inside. Just get naked and wait on the bed,” he instructs.

  When he opens the door, the heat ripples out as if thankful for the release. And even though I’m perspiring fiercely, a nervous shiver skitters through me. I have to force myself to enter the space because the oppressive heat has me wanting to run far away in the other direction. But, I remember my reasons and keep pushing forward behind him.

  When we fully enter the room, I greedily learn all I can about it. Simple. Black. So Luc. A lone bed sits in the center. There are no dressers. No end tables. No furniture. No décor. I’d hoped for filing cabinets or bookshelves—anything to rifle through in my quest for knowledge. Instead, I’m staring at the sleekest and most uncluttered room on the planet.

  A clinking of my heels, no longer the same noise they made on the tile floor in the hallway, alerts me to yet another difference about this room.

  What in the hell is this floor made of?

  Then it hits me.

  The entire bedroom is made of black glass.

  This is so fucking weird.

  “Beautiful room,” I lie.

  The false words that so easily spewed from my lips are quickly identified as untruth.

  “Don’t lie, Love. I can see straight through them.”

  My eyes widen, but I chuckle. “Sorry. It’s just so different than the rest of your space. The lounge is breathtaking. Your bedroom is so simple and empty. I guess you don’t spend a lot of time here. What a shame.”

  He ignores my comment and pins me with a heated stare. “Naked, Love.”

  I nod and smile charmingly as I unzip my dress and slide it from my shoulders. It drops to my ankles, leaving me in nothing but my black bra and matching panties.

  “More.”

  Taking a deep breath, I slowly remove my bra, my gaze staying on him. When I playfully toss it at him, he smirks at me.

  “You’re so naughty, darling. I’m dying to take you hard and rough. I want to show you what I do to naughty girls.”

  Ignoring his threatening words, I squeeze both tits before sliding my hands down to my panties. As I fully bare myself, I keep my eyes trained on him.

  “Fuck me, you’re a vision,” he praises.

  My dark hair has fallen in front of my breasts, and I can see that he wants me to reveal more of myself to him. With a swipe of my hand, I push my hair away so one of my tits is visible.

  “On the bed,” he growls as he works the knot of his tie.

  I nod in agreement and climb up on to it on my knees. “Heels on or off, lover?”

  His eyes flicker with desire. “On. Most definitely on.”

  Grinning back at him, I lie on the silky sheets and rest on my elbows so I can watch him. I’d hoped for more clues in his room, but now, it seems like I’ll find nothing. But sleeping with him will most ce
rtainly garner more trust from him, so that’s exactly what I’ll do.

  He shrugs out of his jacket and unbuttons his dress shirt. As that comes off too, I notice the tattoo on his chest—the upside-down cross with a serpent twisting around it.

  It’s absolutely wicked.

  Soon, he’s undone his slacks and lets them drop to the floor with the rest of his clothes. His black boxers bulge with his massive cock, and for a brief moment, I pray that it won’t hurt.

  He hooks his thumbs in the elastic band of his boxers and pushes them down over his dick, which bobs out, thick and heavy. The man is hung—that’s for damn sure.

  “You’re so hot,” I admire as he stalks over to the bed with one purpose on his mind.

  Me.

  “Hot is my middle name,” he growls. “And you’re pretty smokin’ yourself.”

  I giggle as he pushes my legs apart and hungrily looks over my pussy.

  “My dick aches to be inside you, Love,” he grumbles as if he’s annoyed by the fact.

  Not wanting to let his desire for me become overshadowed by his irritation, I flirt back at him. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m so wet for you.”

  I expected a lot of things from Luc. I expected his tongue on me. In me. I expected his teeth nibbling my flesh. I expected some sort of foreplay before he took me.

  What I didn’t expect was for him to slap me.

  Instinctively, I bring my palm to my smarting cheek and stare at him in disbelief. “What was that for?”

  His eyes narrow. “I told you I liked it rough, Love. I also like to feel in charge. Right now, I feel like you think you’re running this show.”

  “No, I…just thought—” I start, but he slaps me harder. Tears sting my eyes, and I once again worry about my mascara.

  “Don’t think. Just do as I say. Get on your knees and face that window.”

  Window.

  Window.

  Window.

  Scrambling up from my position, I do exactly as he requested in an effort not to get slapped again.

  “Rest on your elbows. I want your ass where I have access to it.”

  I gulp in fear but assume the position. When his palms stroke the flesh and his thumbs tease my pussy, I whimper. One thumb easily pushes inside me, and he fingers me until I’m riding it like a practiced porn star.

  All part of the act, Love.

  I cry out when he pops it out of my body and replaces his thumb with his tongue. As his nose presses between the cheeks of my ass, I nearly croak from embarrassment at him invading me there.

  “So sweet,” he murmurs, his hot breath tickling my center.

  I’m ready for him to just fuck me already. This room doesn’t hold any clues, which means it was a waste of my time. If we hurry and fuck, I can take a shower and think about what I need to do next.

  A hard slap on my ass startles me from my thoughts.

  “Am I boring you, Love?” he snarls before smacking me again.

  “What? No!” I begin, but he shoves my head against the sheets. My arms are now caught between my chest and the bed, the silk threatening to suffocate me.

  “Good.” It’s the only warning I get before he slams into me.

  I scream into the sheets, which only seems to fuel his sexual desire, because he then grasps my hips and pounds into me. He’s too big. His cock stretches and fills me to the point of pain. With each thrust, I’m bruised further.

  I can do this.

  It can’t last forever.

  As I let my mind wander, I see a flash of Omega from earlier—when I asked him why he suddenly cared. Even though he was angry, he was hurt too. All I ever seem to do to that man is hurt him.

  Luc tangles his fist in my hair and yanks so quickly that I cry out in painful surprise. My hands desperately reach out to steady myself on the bed, but he holds me just out of reach.

  “I think it’s time for a change of scenery, Love. It always gets me off. Geöffnet!”

  After the loud, German command, the black glass becomes clear.

  What’s beyond that glass is horrifying.

  I’m going to pass out.

  I’M GOING TO pass out.

  His office was so fucking hot that all I can think about is getting as far the fuck away from it as I can. The moment the door slams behind me, I run a frustrated hand through my hair.

  I hate Love.

  Sort of.

  I hate the fact that she betrayed me. I’ll never get over that. But I also hate the very idea of Luc touching her. Even though she’s not mine, I feel a possessiveness over her. I always have, from the moment I laid eyes on her. And I lose myself to the memory.

  “Holy shit, Al. Check out the legs on that one,” I growl as I nod in the direction of the dark-haired angel.

  “Leviathan,” he mutters in annoyance.

  My shoulders tighten in frustration once I realize she works for the other side. What a damn shame. She’s striding down the hallway as if she owns the fucking place. The way she sways her curvy hips with every step causes my dick to thicken in response.

  Fuck!

  Her skirt is short—so fucking short—and in a minute, Alpha might have to roll my tongue up off the floor.

  “Goddammit, she’s fine,” I mumble mostly to myself.

  “Yeah, and way out of your league,” he laughs, punching my arm.

  I ignore the sting so I can continue my blatant staring. Everything about this woman drips sex. Her tight, black skirt hugs her hips deliciously so. The pink, V-neck, sleeveless top she’s wearing dips dangerously low, revealing the cleavage of her pert tits.

  I’ve never wanted a woman so badly in my entire damn life.

  As she passes each of the dorm rooms, she flirts with sexy smiles and the batting of her eyelashes. This woman could have any man she wanted. Including me.

  When her dark eyes meet mine, I see it. Her confident gaze falters as her smile falls. Is my hair fucking whack today or what? Nervously, I run a hand through it and shoot her a smug grin.

  “Did you get lost, angel?” I question as I step in front of her path.

  Her steps halt, and she chews on her lip. I want to chew on it too.

  “I’m no angel,” she giggles. Her laughter is joyous music to my ears, and I know I’ll have this woman one day —careers be damned.

  “What’s your name?” I invade her space and inhale her like the animal I am. Whatever shampoo she uses should be outlawed over here at HEA because it puts devilish thoughts into my head—thoughts of how it would feel to have my fingers tangled in her hair while I make love to her sweet body.

  “Lovenia.”

  With a lopsided grin, I wink. “Nice to meet you, Love.”

  This girl is mine.

  Even though my memory is of Lovenia, I can’t help but think about Alpha. Once I came here, all contact with him ceased. All contact with HEA ceased. I was ashamed of what I’d done and willingly retreated to the dark side. And, since Al never showed up over here, I can only imagine he’s a Seraph Guardian now or has somehow found a way to convince them to let him be with Lark. For his sake, I hope it’s the latter.

  Every part of me screams to get back upstairs to my suite. To fucking veg out the rest of the day in my bed, ignore the bullshit hand I’ve been dealt.

  But I can’t.

  I won’t.

  I need to talk to her about our new assignment. But really, I just want to make sure she’s okay. I don’t trust that fucker not to hurt her. He’s the fucking devil, for crying out loud. I know that Love is a big girl, but she’s not invincible.

  The ping of the elevator startles me, and I watch with interest as a Reaper emerges with a dark soul in tow. I still don’t understand how they make the souls follow them, but it’s as if they are invisibly tethered to the Reaper. The dark soul seems terrified, and his begging makes my skin crawl.

  “Welcome home, asshole,” the Reaper laughs, but it’s empty. Heartless. Evil.

  It causes bubbles of nausea to fill my
stomach.

  The Reaper walks over to the door I almost opened earlier and grips the handle. When he jerks it open, horrifying screams ring out into the hallway. The tortured shrieking, infinite and never ending, grips my heart and threatens to make my head explode. I fall to my knees and smash my palms to my ears to block it out.

  The heat from all the way down the hallway is blistering, and my stomach seizes with the need to puke. It’s too much.

  Close the fucking door!

  Dragging my eyes up, I see bright light spilling into the hallway. The Reaper, with a wave of his hand, guides the dark soul who is thrashing in a desperate manner against the unseen magnetic pull. The soul bursts into flames before he even makes it to the door, and his agonizing screeching makes its way through my palms and into my head.

  Too fucking much.

  The Reaper laughs as the soul is yanked beyond the door. Once he’s crossed the threshold, the Reaper kicks the door shut and the room is silent aside from my ragged breaths, which draw the attention of the Reaper.

  “Big, bad Leviathan can’t handle the screams of the damned. Maybe you should go back to HEA with the rest of the pussies,” he taunts upon seeing me on my knees.

  Something in me snaps, and I clamber to my feet. Rage fills every inch of my body, and I explode. His eyes widen when he sees me charging toward him. I know it’s the fucker’s job to bring the damned to Hell, but dammit, I hate him for it anyway. It’s a sick fucking job.

  The slimy fucker has barely turned his back to me to run away when my shoulder connects with his. He’s scrawny in comparison to me, so I easily slam him along and into the wall.

  My fist connects with his jaw and he cries out like the pussy he accused me of being. Punch after punch, I wail on him until I’m tired and my chest heaves. His bloody mess of a face is already swelling.

  “What’s your name, Reaper?” I demand.

  “J-J-Jared,” he sputters out.

  I climb off him, but when he makes a move to get up, I push him back down with the steel toe of my black boot. “Jared, fuck with me again and you’ll be joining your buddy in the closet over there,” I threaten. “Do you understand, asshole?”

  The pussy nods wildly.

  “Good. Now get the fuck out of here before I feel like fucking you up some more.”