Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,17

Not when I know it’s what you need.”

Tugging my dress up to expose my bottom, he brought his open palm down.

A squeal tore from my lips and I jerked against Ryker’s hold. How did the man make a single spank sting so much?

His palm connected again, tearing another shocked gasp from me.

“It’s not the first time I’ve done this,” he said before his hand connected once again. I hissed my displeasure at both the sting and knowledge that he had done this with other Omegas. A familiar thud kicked off in my temples… and between my legs. Biting my lower lip, I let my forehead fall to Ryker’s chest.

Ethan had decided this was happening, and nothing I said would dissuade him from this course of action.

Fist in my hair, Ryker tipped my head back until my eyes met his.

He smirked. “Are you flushing, babe?”

“Go to hell,” I muttered sweetly. I had no control in whatever would happen next, may as well fan the flames.

Ryker chuckled as he dragged my lips toward his, holding me to his liking as he plundered my mouth.

“Do you know how you force a heat?” Ethan asked. His fingers were on the back of my gown—at the zipper.

I groaned against Ryker’s lips as I felt the zipper slide slowly down. Their aroused state pumped out a gluttonous bounty—rich and spicy, wild and earthy—sending me a little high.

My dress was strapless; I wasn’t wearing anything underneath because they hadn’t allowed it, and it slipped from my upper body to drape over the couch and Ryker.

“You have to start slowly, build up, and not stop.” Ethan tugged the dress from where it had pooled at my thighs, ripping it from underneath me—eliciting a growl from Ryker when our lips briefly lost contact—and finally tossing it aside. “And pain. You need a good measure of pain.”

His big hand closed over the back of my neck, enclosing Ryker’s hand and me, tugging me up. There was something about their combined hands holding me that set heat curling low in my belly. Twisting my face, he took my lips in a drugging kiss before he stood up.

I gloried in the way they shared me. Blood pounded in the onset of a flush, slick gathering, weeping from me and smearing over the crisp material of Ryker’s tuxedo pants.

As if reading my mind he shifted, forcing his thick thigh between mine and grinding me down. “Such a naughty girl making a mess,” Ryker drawled, lips beside my ear. “I’ll have to punish you now.”

I tried to shift, a lifetime of behavioral conditioning recoiling in embarrassment. I couldn’t move an inch, and trying only provided an opening for him to grind me deeper, rubbing my pussy and my eager clit against the material of his pants.

“Let’s take her to the bedroom,” Ethan said.

Ryker

I was off the couch in a flash, carrying a wriggling bundle of woman as I followed in Ethan’s wake.

It felt like forever ago since Lilly’s heat in that grim apartment on Lyus. Her body had been far too lean after her trauma as a prisoner—it was little wonder we hadn’t bred her.

This time was different. This time Lilly was whole, and her ass held a pleasing plumpness under my fingers. Still tiny, but she no longer felt like she might break.

“I can’t be here. I can’t do this,” she said as I came to a halt in the master bedroom.

Ethan closed the door on us. The windows had been darkened, and the room was bathed in a sepia glow. Once she went into heat, we would take her to her nest and rut her, but it was vital for her to move swiftly into the right mental place if we were to do this.

Most Omegas encouraged a forced heat. But Lilly wasn’t an ordinary Omega. She was older and had lived with independence for far too long. She was also a princess whose sensibilities were tested continuously by her situation in being bonded to two particularly savage Alphas.

She’d got the worst of our caste in Ethan—I wasn’t a whole lot better.

Didn’t matter how many times we’d taken her under us; she still got all shocked when we let our darkness out.

So fucking hot.

“The door… ” Her voice wavered as she took in the open door leading to her nest.

Open.

Exposed to our eyes.

Although I’d followed her into it earlier, we all knew this was different.

Her trembling voice was a far cry from the woman who’d stood on the podium and announced the