LUC I. FURR.
The moment I see his text, fear consumes me.
Luc: I’m coming to see you.
Shit!
“Omega,” I hiss as I run my fingers through his curls and wave my phone at him. “You have to leave. Luc is on his way!”
He growls and lifts his head to see my phone screen. We fell asleep after an emotional lovemaking session, but now, I am wide awake. I’m having trouble shaking the terror of this text off.
“Fuck that! I’m staying here with you. Remember what happened last time you were with him? He fucked you and pickled your brain. I’m not going fucking anywhere!”
Panic seizes me. This is exactly why I shouldn’t have gotten close to Omega. He’s too damn hotheaded to properly handle Luc. Luc will destroy him, and I can’t have that.
Trying a different tactic, I climb on top of him and cup his clenching jaw with my palms. “Look at me,” I order. “You and I have the opportunity to be more. But there are things that need to happen. Dealing with Luc is one of them. I have been under his thumb for long enough, watching, and I know what sets him off—what makes him tick. It is crucial that you let me be the Leviathan I am. Please, Omega. Do this for us. Leave before he gets here. Let me spin my lies and work my magic. So much relies on our success. Remember what Pallas said? He said that Luc absolutely cannot find out. If you love me and trust Pallas, let me handle Luc.”
His palms slide up my bare thighs, and he squeezes them in a loving way. “I’m fucking worried as hell he’ll hurt you, baby.”
I sigh and blink tears away. Omega loves hard, and without my normal shield in place, he dizzies me with it.
“I won’t let him. However, be prepared. I may need to take whatever means necessary to keep him distracted from what’s going on behind the scenes.” My stomach roils at the prospect of what I may need to do.
“Are you going to fuck him?” he spits out.
My face crumbles at his reproaching words.
He draws me to him. “I’m sorry, Love, but it makes me fucking crazy to fathom the idea of him touching you.”
With his caresses, he calms me. Then, finally, I lift up again and peer into his dark, expressive eyes.
“I will never fuck him out of my own want or desire, Omega. He may fuck me if that is where it leads. Everything relies on him trusting me. Don’t you see? I’m going to find out as much as I can so that I can pass it on to Pallas.”
His eyes become murderous. “If he fucks you, I’ll slit his fucking throat.”
My heart throbs in my chest, and for once in a really long time, I don’t know what to do about the entire situation. “Omega, please. Let me do my job. I promise you’ll be in the forefront of my every thought at all times. I’m doing this ultimately for a higher goal—one that could mean a greater life for the two of us. This can only be attained if I am one hundred percent Leviathan.”
“I can’t give you permission to let him fuck and use you, Love. You’re fucking crazy if you think I’ll allow that.”
The walls are beginning to erect themselves. Brick by tired brick.
“Omega, you don’t understand—”
“No. Don’t fuck him. End of discussion.”
I gape at him before swallowing my hurt. “You don’t own me. I’ll do whatever I goddamn please.”
When I go to scramble off him, his massive hands clamp over my hips and he imprisons me close to him.
“I will cut his fucking head off, Love. Then what? What happens when I kill Luc? Does HEL crumble into itself?”
I shake my head at him. “You can’t kill him. Don’t you see? He will slaughter you so fast that you won’t know what hit you.”
His lips press into a firm line, and his teeth grind together. “I will die trying, baby.”
“Omega, you need to leave. He’ll be here any minute.”
“Promise me you won’t sleep with him,” he growls as he flips me over onto my back. Then he enters me in one quick thrust.
For a moment, I have nothing to say. With each powerful pound into me, I forget about my tasks and Luc and Pallas. All I can think about is him. Owning me. Kissing me. Loving me.
“Say it, Love. Promise me you won’t let him fuck you. This pussy is mine.”
But I can’t promise that. I’m done lying to him. And if I need to sleep with Luc to keep things smooth, I will have to do it.
Right?
My conscious rattles my whole being, and suddenly, I’m petrified. If I can’t be the luscious, lying Lovenia while in Luc’s presence, he’ll fillet me.
“I love you, Omega. And I am going to try my hardest to find other ways to deceive him. Trust me that you’ll be in my heart no matter what. If you love me”—a moan rips through me as I near my climax—“I-if you love me, please leave and don’t try to kill Luc on the way out.”
He grumbles but doesn’t argue. Soon, we’re both unraveling in each other’s arms. The moment his cock stops throbbing within me, I push him off me.
“Time to go.”
His eyes search mine. I hope he can see not only the love I have for him, but also the determination to do an incredibly difficult job that impacts others.
“I need you to be my partner, Omega. Trust me.”
He doesn’t answer me while he dresses. Finally, he strides over to me fully clothed and gathers me in his arms. We kiss softly, and with it, his trust in me surges through it.
“Call me the moment he leaves,” he instructs as he pulls away from me.
I nod as I pick up the T-shirt of his I wore yesterday off the floor. Then I pull it over my naked body so I can walk him to the door. A knock at the door makes me jump. Omega’s entire body goes rigid, and I pray to God that he doesn’t snap. All it takes is one wrong move and we could be joining the existence in the basement.
“Be careful,” he growls.
I kiss him quickly and then shove him toward the door.
He flings the front door open and glares at Luc. Luc’s eyes briefly study Omega before flicking over to me. Then they skitter up my bare legs for a long moment. I try not to quiver in fear.
“Omega? Are you not staying for the debriefing?” he questions with a dark eyebrow raised.
Omega shoulders past him. “I have an angel named Bosefus to piss off. I’m sure Lovenia will fill you in.”
I choke down the relief that Omega didn’t lose his cool. Once I realize he is going to make it out alive, I slam my mask into place.
“See you in church tomorrow, Omega,” I purr and wave with my fingers at him.
He nods over his shoulder and storms away in a massive force of fury. The moment he disappears into the stairwell, I nearly cry out from the loss. But I have a serious fucking job to do and it’s time to woman up.
“I missed you,” I flirt, tearing my gaze back to Luc’s lust-filled one.
His eyes probe me as if he’s searching for deception behind them. Taking a step forward, I run a palm up his chest, thumbing the buttons along the way.
“Seems as if you were plenty entertained, dear Lovenia.” His hand slips under my shirt and he splays them over my bare ass.
Stay calm.
You can do this.
Think of Father Paul. What he did to you—to the children.
Find your inner resolve, Love.
Play the game better than the Devil himself.
“He entertains me just as all the men do. I’m insatiable and have needs. You’re a busy man and can’t fulfill them all.”
His hand slides around to my front, and I gasp when his middle finger connects with my clit. A second later, the same offending finger pushes between my legs and inside me.
“You’re still dripping with that man’s come. What a naughty girl you are, Love.”
I pretend to be turned on by his touches. Truth is, I hate him. I’m mentally transported to his horrific bedroom and the sick way he fucked me while making me watch the damned. The man is insane.
“He’s fun and does bad things to me. Things normal people don’t do. I like playing with him.”
It is in everyone’s best interest if Luc thinks I am unaffected by Omega and that I only use him for his kinky ways. That could be further from the truth. Omega isn’t kinky. He’s wholesome and powerful. His body makes me lose control of my mind. With his simple touches, he complicates my very being.
Omega is good and loving.
He doesn’t belong here.
Luc thrusts his finger deeper, dragging me away from thoughts of Omega.
“What sort of things, Love? Does he spank you?”
I freeze and gape at him in horror. In his dark eyes, I see calculation and malice. As he brutally fingers me, I can see the way he dives deep inside my soul. I wriggle to break free of his cruelty, but I’m helpless. All I can do to protect myself is build thick, high walls around all the secrets he is quickly dissecting. The moment I feel mentally protected, I slide my palm up along his neck and into his hair.
“Much worse,” I tease before pressing my lips to his.
His punishing finger stalls as he lets me kiss him. Then he plucks it out, and I nearly scream for joy at having him no longer touching me there.
“Does he bend you over your desk and spank your little ass? You seem like the kind of woman that would beg for that sort of thing.”
I flinch at his words. It’s the only time I have ever showed such weakness in front of this man. And he pounces. I stumble away from him his menacing presence. He kicks the door closed behind him, which reminds me so much of Father Paul that I nearly vomit.
“Luc, you’re being silly,” I gasp out.
But he continues stalking me, and I continue retreating from him, my hands in front of me. I don’t want to beg. I will not beg. I saw those damned souls begging—Luc was immune.
“No. You, sister, are silly. I feel as if you’re playing a manipulative game. Is this all a game to you, Love?”
I stop dead in my tracks, refusing to run away from him. Squaring my shoulders, I face him in what I hope displays the confident manner he’s so used to seeing from me. “Aren’t we all players in the game in life? Right now, you’re playing the stalking lion and I’m the innocent sheep. I can see that you love games, and I’m only trying to please you, sir.”
He regards me thoughtfully as I bat my eyelashes at him. “What happened today at the church? Why is Omega going back to see the angel? Did you two fail?” he questions, halting just inches in front of me.
“Quite the opposite, actually. I can see that Father Owen has evil tendencies, as all priests do. I will expose his true self. It won’t be easy. That is why Omega is going back to rattle the SG. He wasn’t pleased with our arrival today.” I chuckle in an evil way. “He was fucking pissed.”
Luc relaxes and smiles at me. “You’ve done well, sweet Love. I want to reward you.”
I swallow thickly and attempt to keep the smile plastered on my face. Fear trickles through my veins as he palms my breast through Omega’s T-shirt.
“I don’t deserve any rewards. We haven’t succeed just yet,” I declare with a rush of breath when he pinches my nipple.
As he dips his mouth close to mine, I get a whiff of the liquor he most recently consumed. His scent causes my stomach to roil, but I pretend to be turned on, leaning even closer to his body, which produces an inhuman warmth.
“You’re a liar, Love. I don’t know what it is you are protecting, but I sense the deception every time you open your mouth. I’m not sure what you’re hiding, but I will find out.”
I smile at him. “Lying is kind of our thing. Is it not, demon?”
His fingers bite into the side of my neck before he swallows me with an all-consuming kiss. It’s hot but only in temperature. Everything about it is a threat and it seeps its way deep into my bones.
When he breaks free and leaves me gasping, I nearly cower under his murderous gaze.
“You talk to me as if we’re chums—fuck-buddies, if you will. We. Are. Not. Friends. You please me when I want it. You belong to me, Leviathan. You’re a fucking minion, and I’m your king.”
I gulp down my fear. “I understand.”
“Good.” He flashes me a wicked grin. “Now, get on your knees and do your fucking job.”
In this moment, I selfishly wish that Omega were stronger than this being before me, that he were here to rescue me.
With a smile so sickly sweet that Luc can’t help but feel the hate radiating from me, I fall to my knees to worship my “king.” As he unzips his pants, I close my eyes and imagine the man I love.
Omega.
God, I miss him.