The second book in the Omega’s Destruction trilogy, Damaged, is nearing completion! I am this close to being able to write The End once again. It’s a heady, intoxicating sort of feeling. One that I love and will never get enough of.
In honor of that, I’m posting the first official snippet from the book! Nothing too spoilery, but if you haven’t read Broken, the first in the series, now is your chance! Get to know Quinn, her trials and tribulations, and where life has left her before we find out what happens next in Damaged.
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Now on to the snippet!
Lee liked to play his games, liked to torture people. Never had he directed that attention onto her though. He’d coddle her, doting upon her with light touches and tender kisses as he worked his cruelties.
He had also never come to her room, her nest, smelling of it.
Uncertainty gnawing at her as Lee continued to stand stiff and unresponsive. Quinn aimed to resolve the problem the only way she knew how. An Alpha’s aggression could be managed one of two ways, and sex and violence weren’t so very far apart. Small fingers fumbling at the fly of his pants, Quinn started to go to her knees before him.
His growl punched down her spine, every vertebra locking up, frozen in terror. Controlled descent abandoned, she fell hard to her knees. The dull throb of pain didn’t even register. Head low, hands braced against the plush carpet, she lowered herself in submission to that sound.
The growl deepened, brimming with violence and anger she didn’t understand. There was nothing she had done to warrant this sudden turn, but she seemed to be the one that would suffer the brunt of it. Lowering herself further, kissing the floor, she groveled at the Alpha’s feet. It still wasn’t enough, his weight shifting, the muscles of his calves and thighs flexing.
“Please.” The word came out a plaintive whine, stretched thin with her fear. Fingers scratching across the lush pile, she edged her hand towards his shoe. Didn’t quite dare to mar the glossy surface of his shoe with her pinky.
