CHAPTER THREE #2
I wanted to stab them ninety-seven times. But their touch and their words were soothing me, so the stabbing would have to wait. Each breath in filled my lungs with more of them.
Mint and whiskey.
The pain was decreasing a little, but the arousal was increasing. I wanted them to touch me more. I wanted my hands on them, my mouth on them. They kept whispering in and out. And now my mind was imagining them moving in and out of me.
Would I be able to take both of them at the same time, or would they have to take turns with me? Ugh! What was I thinking? Of course, I could take them both at the same time. But I wouldn’t.
“Her scent’s spiking again,” Ryung stated, voice low, deep, sexy as sin.
I opened my eyes slowly and found his gaze on me, roaming from my flushed cheeks to my chest that was rising and falling rapidly as I struggled to hold it together. His own scent darkened, the whiskey note deepening, turning richer, smokier, making my mouth water.
“Please tell me what drug...” I started, then hissed as another wave of pain rolled through me.
“We wouldn’t dare drug you,” Moon told me, grabbing my wrist. “This is a natural response. Intensified, maybe, because you’ve been denying what you are for too long, omega.”
The urge to scream at him was almost as strong as the urge to crawl into his lap.
“Stop saying that,” I whispered. “Stop calling me that.”
“Since you haven’t told us your name, what else should we call you?” Ryung asked.
“Assassin,” I said. “Witch. Murderess. A Beautiful Nightmare. Little Miss Death. Take your pick.”
Moon’s thumb stroked once over the inside of my wrist, right where my pulse hammered.
“You’re all of those,” he told me. “You’re also ours, whether you like it or not. So, how about I just call you Mine? Or maybe My Little Beautiful Nightmare.”
“How about My Little Murderess,” Ryung offered.
“I like My Little Miss Death better,” Moon countered.
“That does have a nice ring to it,” Ryung agreed.
My gaze moved from one to the other as I tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with them. Moon gifted me with a smile that made my heart and my pussy flutter.
“As long as we can call you ours, that’s all that matters,” he told me. “Because you are indeed that. You’re ours. And I’m so damn glad we’ve finally found you, My Beautiful Assassin.”
A fresh surge of heat tore through me at that, my body lighting up as if his words, their words had flipped a switch within me. My back arched, head tipping, a small, helpless sound escaping before I could choke it down. Mortifying.
Their growls filled the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, but still couldn’t shut them out. I could feel them leaning closer to me. Everything about these shifters had me on edge. Their voices, their hands, their scents, their bed, this heat, it was all too much. And I was close to giving in.
“I need...air,” I managed. “Fresh air. I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“It’s not fresh air you need, omega,” Moon told me. “It’s a knot. If you don’t get knotted soon, you’ll feel worse.”
“I’ll take worse,” I replied, even as I imagined his knot locking our bodies together. Not happening. “I’ll take anything that doesn’t involve you two...” Knotting me. “Hovering over me like...like...”
“Like what?” Ryung’s tone had gone softer, almost coaxing. “Like we want to take care of you, to help ease your pain?”
I almost laughed.
Almost cried.
“You don’t want to take care of me,” I said. “If you did, you’d release me.”
“Never. You’re ours,” Moon repeated. “Which means we’re responsible for you.
And we can’t keep sitting around talking.
You’re an omega. This may be your first heat, but you know what’s coming soon.
You’re going to lose control of yourself.
Your omega will take over, and all she’s going to care about is being knotted, thoroughly, for hours. ”
I opened my mouth to argue, but snapped it shut as his words washed over me.
Knotted. Thoroughly. For hours.
That was every omega's dream.
That was my dream.
But not like this. Not with my targets who karate-chopped me, kidnapped me, and drugged me. However, this was starting to feel less like a drug and more like what they claimed it was.
Had my cold curse lifted because I’d found my fated ones?
Before I could let that thought sink in, Moon slowly stood up and took a step away from the bed. A whine nearly escaped me at the loss of his hand on me. I wanted it back, wanted him back.
“We need supplies,” he told Ryung, shifting into that command tone that probably made his soldiers snap to attention. “Water and food, enough to last a week.”
A week?
Oh, right. Heats lasted for days. Days of fucking, knotting, and biting. That thought sent arousal pulsing through me, flames of desire coursing through my veins.
“We also need soft pillows and blankets for our little omega,” Moon continued.
Soft pillows and blankets.
My omega purred at the thought of those things. At the thought of him being considerate enough to make sure I had those things. They weren’t just thinking about knotting me.
They were focusing on what would make me the most comfortable, what would make me happy. I blinked back tears. They were treating me like a real omega. I’d never been treated like a real omega before.
Never given gifts. Never treasured. Never had my needs put first. If I wasn’t careful, this treatment would lead to me falling for my targets. With the way they were staring at me, I was afraid they might have already fallen for me.
I’d never failed a mission this horribly!