Page 86 of The Omega's Bloodlinem: Part Two

“If you don’t use your words, we’re going to have to stop playing.”

“Good,” he gasped out. “It feels good.”

No wonder Caden liked playing with me like this. Delight and adrenaline surged through my system, and even all my magic hadn’t made me feel this powerful.

Every eye in the room was a warm weight on me.

I cooed softly and reached a little further, stroking over Kendrick’s shoulders. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. Now that I have you down here, I want you to listen to me, okay? Say your answer.”

“Okay.” He was breathing so hard, trying to stay exactly where he was and not end the game for the sake of his pride.

“I know you’re strong, Kendrick. Every person in the nest knows that. But I needyouto understand that submitting is not weakness. It takes strength to give someone else power over you.”

I traced my fingers around the smooth antler tips. His hot breath ghosted over my chest, and I tipped forward, lifting one breast in offering, rocking my hips against his cock when his lips wrapped around the peak. A scattering of the symbols incinerated, tendrils of smoke whispering around me.

That’s fucking hot, Lo.

Kendrick’s eyes opened wide. Had Seth shared that particular thought with him too?

I’ll join when you’re ready. Just let me know.

With a quick nod, I threaded my fingers through Kendrick’s hair, already squirming. Slick dripped between us. I held on to the antlers for support, letting the tips brush against my skin. He wasn’t so scary when faced head-on.

Precious,Yelena warned.Don’t play with fire.

Iamfire.

Having the witch grinding on my lap with nearly a hundred sets of eyes on me was a unique intoxicant. Her own eyes glowed, her skin hot against mine. Maybe a smarter man would’ve been afraid of the power packed into her body, and I was, a little bit, but not enough to put an end to this play.

She already felt like heaven, slick pussy gliding over my cock trapped between us. How much better would she feel when she sank right onto it?

I had never been pinned down by my antlers before. Her fingers were laced between the prongs, hardly any weight needed to keep me right where she wanted me.

Plumes of smoke burst all over her body, more of the dried henna incinerating, leaving shining gold symbols decorating her skin. I couldn’t lift my head to see where I was reaching, so I carefully walked my fingertips over her thighs, finding space on her hips clear enough to grab. The plushness gave way to my grip.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me.” Logan’s voice was like hot silk.

I snapped my hands down to the mats, pressing my palms flat.

My omega purred. “Good boy.”

Pleasure snaked up my spine.

Gods-dammit.

Was I actually turned on by that?

Logan scooted up a bit higher and bent to meet my mouth. I dug into the mats, fighting the urge to touch her. Her sweet laughter rang through my head.So tense. Relax and let me take care of you.

I want my hands on you.

Soon, she promised.

Soft sounds of pleasure wove through the crowd, others taking the opportunity to play while they watched. More would join over time, helpless to resist the longer they steeped in this atmosphere. It wasn’t the first orgy we had hosted, not by a long shot, and they followed a similar pattern each time. By the end of this, the crowds would be crawling all over each other.

Logan kissed me breathless. My body thrummed with desire, the urge to beg her to hurry up and fuck me getting stronger with each slow grind. Maybe that was what she was waiting for.

Please.