Deviant Games (The Controllers #8) - L.V. Lane Page 0,39

have sent Ethan unless it was unavoidable. My mother's tirade only added angst.

Finally, when my mother deemed her visit over, Ryker offered to show her the 'remodeling' of our bedroom.

The only remodeling in our bedroom was the bench-seat thing they'd used to torment me into heat. The dildos had been removed; I supposed it was a feature to allow them to be swapped out for… goodness knows what. I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with it and still hadn't found the box.

Even without the 'extra features’, it was obviously something depraved.

I faked a sudden and violent urge to vomit to facilitate my mother's exit. I knew very little about morning sickness, but I was confident it didn't start this soon.

Ryker was clutching his stomach with laughter when I turned back. I smacked his arm and added a bit of force.

"Fuck, babe," he muttered, still laughing as he dodged my next smack. "It stings when you do that."

"I'm going for lunch with Verity," I announced, and that wiped the smile right off his face.

Verity was a sweet young Empath whom I'd counseled through the Omega program back when we were still on Tolis. At least she was until Woodrow Brock entered her life. Despite my reservations about the Alpha, who was worldly, mature, and utterly unscrupulous in the way he had set about obtaining her—Verity had bonded with him, settling into her situation in a way that gave me hope.

After the infamous attack on Tolis, they had relocated to Chimera. I cared deeply about every Omega who came through the program, but I'd known from the moment we met that Verity was both special and damaged by her past. I still seethed at what Woodrow had done, but he doted on his young Omega, and I took comfort in these opportunities to meet her informally and check on her wellbeing.

I thought this time, the shy Empath might be the one offering her quiet strength to me.

"No, you're not," Ryker said, eyeing me in a way that said he was thinking about hauling me to the nest and fucking me into submission.

"I arranged this several weeks ago," I said. "Before Ethan's plans to—" My face flushed.

"Force your heat," Ryker offered, voice dropping to a seductive level.

Cheeks heating, I gave him a withering look. "Impregnate me."

"I prefer bred," he said, smirking. "It just sounds so much more—" He winked."— Dirty."

I laughed. It was difficult to be serious when Ryker was in this kind of mood.

But then my laughter died, and a deep sorrow rose to a smothering crescendo. "Hush," he said, picking me up into his arms where I clung like a little broken monkey. He purred, but my guttural cries were as relentless as they were unexpected.

He took me to the couch where he pressed my cheek to his chest, letting his Alpha rumble offer comfort as my storm played out. Strong hands that could coax shattering climaxes from me were gentle as they petted and stroked through my hair. My tears subsided, and I wondered bitterly if he did this because it was instinctive or because his therapist had once told him to. I hadn't thought about it before he mentioned it. He’d been with other Omegas before me. What if my blood didn't work anymore because I was pregnant? What if he went back to being cold?

What if he left?

Everything was rising, my heart, blood, agitation level, and I fought to extract myself.

Then peace.

I batted at him with my hands, but it was weak and ineffective, and there was not a bit of force.

He sighed. "You're going to make yourself ill," he said. "This can’t continue, Lilly. The nightmares have started again. Ethan will be angry if I let you hurt yourself or the baby. The only time the bond settles is when I'm fucking you."

"Don't manipulate me." He'd never done this before—I didn't know he could.

This was nothing like the subtle touch Ethan used on occasion. My body was drowning in an unnatural euphoric state, intellect slipping from my control. Although my mind clawed to escape, it was crumbling into fuzzy compliance too. My nipples tightened, and my pussy grew slick.

"Good girl," he said as I softened against him. "Do you need to come, Lilly? Do you want me to take you to the nest and lick your needy little pussy clean?" He cupped my ass and squeezed gently; I couldn't help my desperate whimper. "I think you need to be knotted," he added, toying with my