Exclusive Excerpt from Omega Sacrifice
by Quinn Michaels
Zeke didn’t even have time to flinch before the alpha grabbed his wrist. The heat of his touch, the scent of him, held Zeke somewhere between lust and fear. “Don’t hurt me,” Zeke said, stupidly. “My pack will know if something happens to me.”
Right, if you found a way to tell them. If not, you’d just be another idiot omega lost in the woods. Why not just hand the handsome alpha a knife and beg him to slit your throat, why don’t you?
“I won’t. I’d never hurt you.”
Devon sounded sincere. He pulled Zeke closer. Zeke looked up and felt the heat of Devon’s breath on his forehead. Devon ran the pad of his thumb on Zeke’s cheek, below his eye. “Why were you crying?”
Silas and his rejection seemed a faraway problem, considering the alpha in front of him. Zeke shrugged. “It’s not important.”
Zeke laughed. Even at his best, he could be described as cute. Beautiful was for the thin and graceful omegas with long limbs and flat, glistening abdomens above narrow hips and shapely legs. Beautiful was for the omegas that could run without wheezing. The ones who didn’t need to make an ass out of themselves to get noticed. “What are you really doing here?”
“I need to take you to see Don. And meet the pack.” And Zeke wanted to do that too. He wanted to show off this handsome alpha who had called him beautiful. Even if the compliment was meant to be a distraction from why he was really sneaking around the Pine Creek Lake settlement.
“I can’t,” Devon said. “Not now.”
Zeke breathed deeply and opened his mouth to scream as loudly as he could. Before he could make a sound, the alpha’s lips were on his, and they were kissing. Hard and demanding, the heat of Devon’s mouth sent tingles through Zeke’s body. He pulled the alpha closer, grabbing him by the hips until he felt Devon’s hard cock through the sodden fabric of the sweatpants against Zeke’s pelvis.
Hard for him.
The scream was forgotten. Everything was forgotten except for the velvet planes of Devon’s body, the sweet dominance of his kiss, and his hands, letting go of Zeke’s wrists to wrap Zeke in a tight embrace.
Zeke was panting when Devon broke the kiss. But unlike usual, the faint dizziness from lack of air was another reminder of the pleasure and desire Zeke felt.
Devon hugged him tightly, pressing Zeke’s cheek to his neck.
Was this what it meant to find your true mate? If so, Zeke never wanted it to end. But maybe that’s what Gale had felt too with his first alpha. Just because hormones threw Devon and Zeke together didn’t mean that he would have a good life with Devon. It could all be a trick. It probably was a trick. What would a handsome, perfectly formed alpha want with Zeke?
Zeke couldn’t deny the evidence of the other man’s arousal, but that didn’t prove anything.
“Why are you here?” Zeke asked again. From the darkness behind him, another voice, sardonic and a touch cruel, asked, “Yes, cousin, why don’t you tell the sweet, plump omega what we are doing here? Or would you rather I just ripped out his throat?” Continue reading