Silent Captive_A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Dark Romance by Addison Cain

Author:Addison Cain [Cain, Addison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Omegaverse, dark, DubCon, NonCon, erotica
Published: 2018-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

A hair's breadth away from breathing fire, Toby stalked through his carnage—one eye dilated fully, the other stuck and somewhat twitching. He snorted, muscles in his neck jumping while the male rattled like a pissed-off snake.

The female dared return.

Slight, her teeth knocking together. Pretty lips shaped into a smile.

A lie.

It reeked of fear. They always reeked of fear.

Her little, bare feet padded over broken bits of jagged-edged debris until the soft tinge of Omega blood seasoned the air just enough for his nostrils to twitch.

She’d hurt herself to come to him.

Good.

Let her get on her knees and beg after blatant rejection, and maybe she’d live through the night.

But she didn’t genuflect. Instead the pale, colorless thing put her hands to his chest as if they were intimate, and pressed the cold tip of her nose to his heart. Her loud, nasal inhale left a brain frazzled twinge popping cells in his skull.

Toby stilled… abnormally so.

Not even breath stretched his ribs. The I’m-going-to-pulverize-every-bone-in-your-pelvis growl caught mid vibration, when the pretty thing placed an ear to his chest.

The world grew so silent, Toby was sure his beating heart had gone stagnant.

This was death, right there in the form of an albino beauty. One who had given him the basics of her language only this morning. Him. No one else.

She…

She smelled divine.

That first deep breath, groaning into her hair, Toby clawed at her flank and snapped her flush to his body. Reciprocating, the Omega nosed his neck as she should have at first blush, stroking him with the flutter of an unsure female purr.

Soft fingers sought out the shape of him, tracing over the ridges of muscle that flexed in his arms. She reached higher still to massage the shell of his ears between gentle forefinger and thumb.

No one had ever touched him there, in that way, before. And it felt… wonderful.

He would have sworn he felt the hot salt of tears run down the clenched muscles of his stomach, but when she pulled back and met his eyes, a smile was there.

She signed, one hand cupping his cheek, the other spelling out her invitation.

When I was sold, the mate who rejected me never allowed me to build him a nest.

It took Toby both time and focus to make out what she tried to communicate; each stumbled-over word dragging him back from that abnormal stillness. When the sentence was strung together, he pressed his forehead to hers and rumbled out a deep, “What was his name?”

The way the female cut her glance to the side and grew withdrawn spoke for her. She even put her fingers to the black tattoo on her cheek and made a noise of remembrance.

Toby liked the mark, he liked the intention behind it, and he especially liked this woman.

That mark had saved her for him.

This female whom he wanted to nest with. This female who had never been given the chance to build one for her mate.

One-hundred percent serious, Toby snarled an offer. “Want me to kill him?”

Eyes the same shade as the violet tea set his mother used to favor, darted back to his.

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