Page 2 of A Murderous Omega

These alphas wanted me. They wanted to keep me. And I wanted to be kept—kept well-fucked, filled with their knots, their skin sliding over mine as they⁠—

Their scents enveloped me. They purred and caressed me gently, murmuring sweet words of praise in my ears until I was strapped into the backseat of a car, my hands and feet bound in front of me, as I sat in a puddle of my own slick.

I blinked.

Where was I?

What had they⁠—

“Easy, Lark,” the driver said, catching my eye through the rearview mirror, his blue eyes wild and bright, a stunning contrast to his tanned skin and freckles.

“Who the fuck are you?” I snarled. And why does your scent make me want to make the worst fucking decisions? “Let me go!”

The alpha to my left laughed, then scrubbed his hands over his face, drawing my attention to his jaw, sharp as glass, and the warm gleam of his umber skin in the moonlight, and the blood that was spattered over both of them. My breath caught. These alphas were gorgeous. What the fuck did they want with a hard-knock omega like me?

“This isn’t a catch and release sort of operation, ma petite.”

I struggled and wiggled, trying to work my way out of my bindings, to no avail.

Warm hands captured mine, and I looked up into the rich brown eyes of the alpha who held them. “Easy, Lark. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Small price for freedom.” I’d shredded my wrists and was well on my way to doing the same to my ankles.

“You know,” the alpha beside me mused, “most omegas sweet talk their way out of trouble—bat their eyelashes, play helpless, flirt.”

“Most alphas don’t kidnap serial killers,” I snapped back.

“You don’t like being tied up?” The alpha driving the car said. “You can't imagine yourself bound and dripping, riding my knot while I trail my knife over your skin, daring you to move, to bleed? Because I sure as fuck can.”

More slick pooled between my thighs as his words dragged me under into my darkest fantasies of losing control, of having control wrested from me, of being forced to pleasure and be pleasured by alphas who wouldn’t accept a no from me, who wanted me, who’d do anything to have me and keep me.

But that had nothing to do with real life.

“You both are the City Strangler, aren’t you?” I asked.

The alpha in the driver’s seat grinned, flashing white teeth and a smile that would have weakened my knees even if my omega hormones weren’t all over the place right now.

“That’s our smart little omega.”

“Don’t patronize me,” I snapped as they gave me space in the car, and clarity seeped back into my brain. “What do you want with me?”

The alpha beside me smiled too, and fuck, they were both blindingly handsome. “We’re going to fuck you until you forget anyone’s names but ours, then we’re going to claim you.”

“And if I object?”

He shrugged. “We’re going to do it anyway.”

As much as every cell in my body longed for what they offered, I knew what a one-sided claiming meant because I’d been there before—servitude. Submission. An end to my nocturnal activities.

Alphas didn’t want mate bonds where the omega claimed them back. The evolutionary advantages—strength, faster healing—didn’t outweigh the fact that a mate bond gave the omega just as much power as, or more than, the alpha in the relationship, including the legal right to their property.

I held back the hot tears that pricked at my eyes. Fuck these two alphas. Fuck them for being so goddess damned appealing. Fuck them for using my instincts against me. And fuck them for offering what I wanted so badly but could never have.

“No,” I said softly. I closed my eyes, wresting control of my body back from my hormones, one shattered heartbeat at a time. I might be a slave to my instincts, but being an omega meant I had a few tricks up my sleeves, especially if we were scent matched—the only explanation for how quickly my body betrayed me for these two mouthwatering alphas.

I filled the car with my lilac and vanilla scent, soothing rather than sexy.

“Goddess, you smell amazing,” the alpha beside me said, inhaling deeply. He settled into the seat beside me, tension melting out of him.