Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,20

been discussing it only a few days ago when I was trying to read research data.

I was sure my volatile emotions were playing out on my face and through the bond, but my mutiny was brewing.

Warning bells were ringing, but I was too far gone.

I was also getting wetter.

Ryker had done this to me, trained me to react to his deviant plans and the threat of Ethan’s belt.

Ethan watched me in a detached way that reminded me that he was a deadly predator who had ripped enemy soldiers apart with his bare hands on more than one occasion. And Ryker? I’d abused my privilege and lifted the report to find out what had happened to Tsing. At the time, I’d been seeking assurance that the infamous Theta was dead.

I’d gotten a lot more information than I’d bargained on.

“Are you done being a brat?” Ethan asked. The bastard’s lips tugged up on one side in a smirk.

Ryker chuckled.

They were working together more than they ever had. Their cohesive nature was as terrifying as it was arousing. I turned my gaze away from my Alphas, but that brought me back to the damn bench. My chest heaved as I sucked in a breath. Arousal pooled heavy and languid, deep in the pit of my stomach. The mere prospect of submitting to them turned me into a hot mess.

“Yes,” I said softly.

Ryker’s smirk dropped, and his face emptied. Ethan’s dark eyes took on a sadistic gleam.

What had I just agreed to?

There was no hint of warmth in Ethan’s expression, either. “You can take it,” he said. “And you will.”

Pain, he had said it needed a good measure of pain. As I watched him slide the belt from his waist and fold it over in his big hand, my stomach twisted in knots. My memory of my last heat was hazy, but I recalled well the utter lack of control, the way I had demanded they fuck me harder and deeper. I thought I might fear myself more than anything they could do.

“Please, this isn’t right. It’s unnatural.” I was still hoping that I could thwart their wicked plans. “It will happen anyway, in a few weeks.”

“You think this isn’t natural?” Ethan said. “I’d say it’s the most natural thing in the world. Alphas have been forcing Omega heats since our beginning. Without the bond, it’s nothing more than sexual gratification—with the bond, it’s something entirely else. Omega heats are erratic at best, sporadic at worst. More often, it needs a helping hand if you want to see an Omega bred.”

His expression was implacable. His emotions, determined.

“If you’re not bred, I’ll give you a day to recover before I force it again. However many times it takes.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Ethan

I ALLOWED RYKER to put her on the bench. As an Alpha and former Controller, I took pride in my discipline, but I was ready to snap. I couldn’t look at what he was doing with her, tried to block out her sweet, shocked gasps, and stammered protests that this was too much.

He ate up her protests—he still got off on ripping her away from her comfort zone. It was fucking obscene what we did to our little princess—and fucking hot.

I paced, trying to ignore events on the other side of the room. Ripping my shirt out of my pants, I tugged at the buttons, impatient to be rid of the constrictive clothing. Toeing off my shoes, I stripped everything else while Ryker was busy coaxing Lilly to be good.

She wasn’t good. She was wallowing in a state of denial about what was about to happen.

“It’s not halfway in yet, babe,” Ryker said. He was standing before the bench. She was clinging to him with her arms around his neck in a vain attempt to hold herself up. I growled low and long as I took it all in. My cock had been semi-hard all night, but it was stone hard now.

Her legs shook with the strain of holding herself around the bench. Ryker wasn’t helping. He was playing with her tits while kissing her tears. His hands skittered down her waist. He pressed flush to her front, kissing the hell out of her while cupping and squeezing her ass. Encouraging her hips to rock against those slicked up dildos.

Fuck, I could see the back one disappearing between her ass cheeks every time Ryker squeezed. I wasn’t joking when I said it was a lot for her to take. This wasn’t deviant; this was downright depraved.

Why did