Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,24

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I could take her away from him if I wanted to. The understanding of my mastery over the two of them was the only thing keeping the imperative contained. And seeing her tiny body all open for his use was pure, erotic delight. It was tragic that most Alphas never got to see their Omega like this.

Ryker’s fingers tightened over her thighs, and he issued a warning growl. She immediately came apart, a long, keening cry, tits bouncing as she rode his face.

She needed to rest and eat again before I forced her heat tomorrow, but we were all hanging on the same anticipatory ledge, and sleep might be hard to come by.

Who the fuck was I fooling? Her heat had only lasted two days. None of us were close to our limit.

“How much has she eaten?”

Ryker lifted his head and turned glassy eyes my way as he swiped a hand down his face. Lilly lay panting. I could smell her rich intoxicating scent from all the way over here. Not exactly heat, but not normal either.

“She ate all the eggs,” he said. Leaning back in the seat, he trailed a fingertip up the inside of her parted thigh until he reached her pink pussy and slowly dipped inside. “She’s so hot and swollen,” he said, mesmerized by the slow pumping and the way her hips undulated in encouragement.

“Good, I want her to drink two full bottles of water.”

Sighing, he pushed his chair back and stalked toward the cooler.

Pivoting, I went to find what I needed. When I returned, Lilly was sitting on the edge of the dining table, legs dangling over the side, finishing a bottle of water. Ryker stood before her, the second bottle in his hand.

I took the time to admire what I considered mine. Gaining autonomy over an Omega was natural to an Alpha—but controlling another Alpha, especially a twisted maniac like Ryker, was different and no less compelling. He didn’t fight me anymore, not in a serious way, just got on with whatever the fuck I told him enthusiastically. His juvenile emotional awakening since receiving Lilly’s blood was a source of this newfound obedience. In the past, he would fake the appropriate behavior while doing whatever he wanted behind my back, now he had some empathy toward the consequence.

I thought he even liked me being the one in control.

Would it always be this way? I had no idea. I got the sense that as Ryker grew into his newfound skills, he might try to wrest some control back.

That was okay; I was up to the challenge.

“Ryker.”

When he glanced up, I tossed the tube, and he snatched it from the air.

His lips tugged up in a smirk when he turned his hand over.

“What’s that?” Lilly asked, the bottle of water forgotten.

“Get her ready once she’s finished the water. It’s about time I had her ass.”

Lilly

A tube of lube rested in Ryker’s hand.

“No,” I said, not caring that the ‘no’ word was a red-flag to Ryker’s dominant side. “I’m not drinking any more water.” I wasn’t actually thinking about the water. I was thinking about what would come after. In a skewed logical way, refusing to drink the water would block the next step.

Ryker chuckled and groaned. “Fuck, babe. You don’t want to defy Ethan today. He’s going to get his belt, and I’ll have no choice but to hold you while he does it.”

“No!” Dumping the water on the table, I tried to hop down. Where I might go was a mystery, but I wasn’t thinking that far ahead. Ryker stepped into me, a hand closing over my right thigh as he insinuated himself between my spread thighs.

God, his cock was—there—like a damn magnet for my eyes, jerking against my belly, smearing me with the evidence of how much he was up for Ethan’s deviant plans.

“How much has she drank?” Ethan asked like I wasn’t freaking out.

“One and a bit,” Ryker replied. His pretty eyes darkened, brimming with his wicked intentions. “I think it’s enough for now. I’ve never forced a heat twice, but I heard it doesn’t last as long the second time.” He glanced back over his shoulder at Ethan. “It’s not going to take much.”

My eyes flew to Ethan’s. He was standing in the bedroom doorway, brooding expression without a drop of compassion. What did I expect? They were both Alphas, dominant even among that caste. They didn’t care what I wanted or how their determinations alarmed me. Ethan had ordered Ryker