Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,13

Ethan. Mentally, I implored him to save me.

Raising an eyebrow, Ethan’s lips tugged up on one side before he found avid interest in the elevator door.

Ethan might save me from Ryker, or let events play out. The Alpha had a wicked sense of humor, I’d discovered.

I smoothed nervous hands over my beautiful red silk gown and sent a swift glance at Ryker, not liking his smirk one bit. My hair had been perfectly coiled, my makeup was flawless, and I was in no mood to get it messed up, as pleasurable as that would be.

Then he would leave me hanging, again, and I would feel a thousand times worse.

“Ryker, please, no. We’re in an elevator! This is important to me. It’s my first official event as the program director!”

The deviant monster let me ramble, digging myself into an ever-deeper hole.

“Did you hear the no word?” Ryker asked Ethan.

Ethan’s shoulders shook with mirth. I still edged closer to him like this might help me. The war-god had abandoned me to the psychopath, not that either of them fit those titles anymore. Still, I was feeling uncharitable toward them at present.

I made a whole step before Ryker snagged an arm around my waist. I squealed, and with a deftness that defied a man of his size, Ryker got a big hand inside the scooped neckline of my dress and pinched my nipple. I thought about using my power, but it was still erratic, and as much as I wanted him to stop, I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Do not crease my dress!” Yes, it was the state of my clothing that bothered me most about this scenario, although the rhythmic tugging of his finger and thumb sent a tendril of pleasure straight to my womb.

Ryker had gotten his fingers under my dress when Ethan growled, “Enough.”

He ceased immediately, much to my relief, straightening out my clothes with a grin. I glowered at him. Face a mask of innocence, his thumb swiped over my engorged nipple under the pretext of smoothing my clothes.

He chuckled when I smacked his hand away, and this time, I did add a little power. “Fuck, it stings when she does that,” he said.

“Trust me, I know,” Ethan said. “But it’s possible to suppress it using the bond.” His lips tugged up on one side. “In the same way I can prevent her from coming. You need to practice.”

Ryker grumbled, I gaped, and the elevator door opened while I was still searching for my composure.

Ethan snaked an arm around, cupping my ass as he drew me into the crowded ballroom.

“We’re going to force your heat when we get home, Princess,” he murmured close to my ear. “We’ve been waiting for you to recover. Today, you’re ready.”

“Oh god,” I whispered weakly. I’d been suspicious that they might force my heat, but not tonight, not today. I was not ready today. Ethan’s emotional state battered at mine as we entered the elegant room. Chandeliers cast diffused lighting, while soft music blended over the chink of glasses and the murmurs of conversation.

My protest died on my lips as Ethan squeezed my ass. I might be the head of the program, but I was an Omega and a possession to Ethan. He and Ryker alone may treat me as such.

Even my anxiety was not my own since Ethan was forcing his calm determination over it.

The yin and yang of Alpha and Omega formed an erotic dance. Despite knowing what they would do, my body craved them to use me, to fuck me roughly, to utterly dominate me.

They had saved me from the terror of Lyus, and while I might rail against some aspects of the bond, I understood this behavior was an unavoidable consequence of genetic level alterations.

Ryker flanked my right side, and a swift glance at his beautiful face, smirking, told me he knew exactly what Ethan had whispered to me. My presumption that his piercing had been removed because they intended to take me together seemed naive on reflection. It was not a mere case of taking me in that way—no, they intended to force my heat.

How was I supposed to get through the ball with this hanging over me?

By contrast to Ethan’s dark possession, Ryker was closer to obsession. Despite the twisted situation that led to a single Omega bonding two Alphas, they had settled upon a hierarchy of sorts. Ryker wouldn’t challenge Ethan again, whether he agreed with the determination to force my heat or not.

I could sense anticipation