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

chest. “I swear I’ll bite it off if you try and put it in my mouth!”

He grinned; Ryker took nothing seriously.

The bathroom door banged open, and a naked Ethan loomed in the doorway. My heart rate jacked up. He was a fierce, deadly Alpha—if it were possible to weld otherworldly power into human flesh, Ethan would be the result.

When he scowled, as he did now, it still instilled a sense of fear. I shivered and bit my lip as his censorious glare enclosed us both.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ethan growled. He puffed out a breath. “I can feel her arousal from the other room, and I warned you not to…”

He trailed off ominously, and I pushed wet hair out of my face with fingers that were beginning to wrinkle.

Ryker turned the shower off. “She’s been naughty,” he said, and all the blood drained from my face. “I was trying to get my cock out after you said no fucking, and she begged me to put it back.”

“I did not!”

Disputing this was pointless. I had, in fact, begged Ryker, and Ethan would sense my deception. He had been astute to the nuances of my behavior before we were bonded; now he was a million times worse.

Surprising me, Ethan eye-fucked me up and down, a slow grin spreading. “On second thoughts, do whatever you want with her, but make sure she doesn’t come,” he drawled, and motioning us to move aside, snapped the shower back on.

I had forgotten about that threat during our training session this morning.

Ryker grinned like the crazy person he was. I backed up as he stalked after me. “I need to get ready!” Snatching up the nearest towel, I made a dash for the bedroom, my wet feet slapping against the wooden floor.

He let me run, there was no other explanation, and like prey being herded, I ran straight to my place of perceived safety—my nest.

The master bedroom came as a suite with two huge closets and a third adjoining room, which the agent had informed me with a beaming smile, was the perfect dimensions for a nest.

I’d mentally rolled my eyes at this news given I wasn’t an Omega at the time, and further, was certain I never would be. My father had taken my hand, tucked it over the crook of his arm, and redirected my attention toward the stunning city views.

My father, ever wily, had suspected what I would become.

I couldn’t see what I would ever do with the second closet, never mind a nest, but I liked the pretty views and the rest of the apartment was stunning. After I revealed, I used it as storage—a mixture of defiance and denial on my part.

On returning from Lyus, I’d had it cleared for a nest, recognizing that it was what an Omega was supposed to do. Neither of them would allow me to take suppressants again, and if I was honest, I’d been disappointed that I hadn’t caught with child.

Creating a nest on returning home had been a kind of therapy. At times, I had lain here alone, enjoying the peacefulness and safety it represented. I wanted them here with me, but I was reluctant to take that step. Neither of them had pressed the matter, perhaps sensing my need for space.

As I knelt at the edge of the soft mass, I reflected that it was still an abomination despite dedicating many hours to its making. I was self-aware, if nothing else, and my nesting skill was dreadful by any standard. It was supposed to be natural to an Omega—it wasn’t to me. Maybe it was part of who I was; my career choice hardly lent itself toward nurturing tendencies. Or maybe it was the impact of taking suppressants for three years. I’d studied numerous articles and pictures, and finally, out of desperation, watched training videos of how a nest was supposed to be built.

None of it had helped.

“I’ll take this as an invitation,” Ryker said from behind me.

I hadn’t let either of them see my work—it was that bad. I suspected they might have sneaked a peek when I wasn’t here and had chosen not to mention it on account of how terrible it was.

Soft quilt grasped in my hand, ready to bury myself inside, I glanced back over my shoulder.

His pheromones permeated the air, rich and spicy. The potency of his scent—much more than was usual—sent me a little dizzy. Heat and a languid, slow-burn lust pooled in my belly. The