She had Maren's eyes.
Those translucent eyes that resembled a pale dawn, tinged with a soft rosy hue, that marked her a witch.
Her lips were curved sweetly, meant to be suckled on and pulled while being kissed. Her voice was soft and her figure voluptuous in those obscene clothes.
I shook my head. It was a distraction. Maren knew what I liked and she had sent me a seductress to keep me away from the warfront.
Sadly, it was working.
Her raven black hair brushed up my arm and my pants tightened uncomfortably. My wolf rattled violently in my chest and while I'd never been a man who fought his urges, I had never particularly been plagued with the urge to claim a woman as much as I did this woman.
And for that reason, I knew she had to be a part of Maren's plan. It had to be witchcraft.
A man simply didn't smell a woman and lose control of his mind and cock. There were pressing matters to attend but I could not remember them. I had never wanted to put a woman on her back so badly. It made me feel like an animal.
"Let me go!" she shrieked, her legs kicking against me, nails digging into my skin.
Rather than deter me, it only made my cock throb painfully. I could not believe I was weak-kneed for a witch.
"What sorcery is this?" I demanded. "Is this the effect of the poison? This desire?"
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about! Let. Me. Go. Or I swear I'll knee you in the sack!"
I blinked. I did not understand her words. "Sack? Did you intend to put me in a sack?"
A hint of dark bewilderment entered her face and then she slammed her knee up and pain like wild flame exploded in my groin.
I roared, releasing her.
She bolted. Fast as a mouse, scuttling across the cavern floor, putting every inch of distance between us that the cave allowed. The pain ebbed just enough and I went after her, closing the gap in four strides.
She shrieked as I caught her and pinned her against the wall.
"Where is Maren? I will not ask you again."
She slammed her head forward, intending, I think, a headbutt, but she was clearly no fighter. The angle was severely off, her aim was terrible, and her mouth crashed directly against mine instead.
We both froze.
A frantic heat sizzled the length and breadth of my body, nothing like I'd ever felt in my entire life. Her lips were so soft and deceptively sweet, I couldn't help parting them and tasting her.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers grabbed the front of my tunic. A moan slipped out of her as my tongue glided softly against hers, the sound unwilling, like it had escaped without her permission, and the rattling in my chest grew crazed.
I pressed forward, one hand finding the full curve of her waist, the other gripping a handful of her soft, lush backside. She gasped against my mouth, the sound throaty, and I ground against her, half out of my mind with want.
Her skirt was a short, obscene thing. I yanked it up, eager to get it out of the way to feel all of her, and my fingers grazed the unusual material wrapped tightly around her. I barely had a moment to register the strange, delicate texture before she shoved me hard enough to rock me back a step.
And struck me.
The slap cracked across my cheek and snapped my head sideways. The cave went very quiet.
I had never been struck before. Not even Maren would have dared raise a hand to me, even having raised me for most of my life. I stood there with my cheek burning and my ears ringing, my fingers rising to feel the sting. I could feel the print of her fingers on my face.
My eyes met hers.
"I may be an Omega," she seethed, her whole body trembling from the force of it. "A servant, but you don't have the right to treat me like I am some whore. I am not your 'gift', neither am I here for your amusement. If you put your hands on me again, I will find a large rock and smash your tool with it."
My hand fell from my cheek and a dark laugh slipped out of me. "It was you who kissed me, lass."
Her eyes flared. "We both know that is not what I intended—"
"It was you who smeared me with your blood." I took a step forward, backing her into the corner. "You who has plagued me with this desire burning fiercely in my veins. I felt you straddle and kiss me in my slumber. And then you stand in front of me wearing close to nothing to seduce me, and expect me not to touch you." I tilted my head. "Are you always such a tease, or has Maren taught you the right way to torment me?"