Deviant Evolution: A dark Omegaverse science fiction romance (The Controllers Book 4)

by L. V. Lane

  “Please, he’s going to hurt you—kill you—if he finds you touching me. He was here earlier! He could come back.”

  I kissed her tears away because they were destroying me and unhinging me all at the same time. I wasn’t a man who wasted time on sentimentality. I loved fucking, and I loved killing, and I loved the life that allowed me to do both. But Lilly’s tears did something awful to me, made me want to destroy the source of her angst, and then fuck her in a pool of her tormenter’s blood.

  I couldn’t kill Ethan; not in a fair fight anyway. I would have resorted to using underhanded means, but I could see she cared for him, and killing him might not have desirable results.

  More likely it would fuck things up beyond recovery, which was doubtless the only reason Ethan had shown a modicum of restraint. Not that he hadn’t given beating me into a pulp a damn good go yesterday.

  “Come here.” Sitting back on the edge of her desk, I coaxed her to stand between my legs, pulling her in nice and tight so I could kiss and suck on her plump lips to distract her. “Good girl, open for me and let me feed you my tongue.” When I cupped her face in my hands, her lips parted for me. I teased her with the tip of my tongue, feeling a surge of blood rush straight to my dick when she tried to suck it in deeper.

  I’d forgotten what a naughty little thing she was.

  I dragged my mouth from hers and set to sucking kisses along the column of her throat strong enough to risk leaving a mark. If I thought Ethan would be pissed about me fucking her, he was going to be really pissed if I marked her up. He was going to be pissed anyway.

  “No!”

  Her little fingers tightened on my hair like it was going to make me stop.

  “Please, he’ll know! Oh!”

  Growling, I sucked harder, tasting blood. I wasn’t near the membrane; I’d just sucked blood clear through normal skin. She stopped trying to pull me off and gripped to pull me closer. Knowing this was definitely leaving a mark set my cock challenging to bust through the zipper of my pants.

  I growled deeper, the long feral, vicious one I knew would make her flush. Next time Ethan tried to fuck me up under the pretext of a ‘training session’ I wanted to be on equal footing.

  I dragged my lips off and paused to inspect my work.

  She was breathing heavy, making the V of her dress stretch tight over her plump tits. I wanted to rip the fucking dress open and feast. “I can’t believe he put you in these fucking clothes. I can’t get to anything without completely stripping you.” I sighed and eased the zipper down at her back.

  “Ryker! Please don’t do this. He’s going to kill you!”

  I chuckled. “I don’t give a fuck,” I said, still grinning like a madman.

  I knew this reaction to a genuine death threat wasn’t an appropriate one, and that my therapist would be disappointed in me; I couldn’t help myself. I got a hold of my amusement with an effort and put a hand under her chin so I could see her eyes. I’d gotten enough of the zipper down to put her dress in a battle against gravity, but I steeled myself against the distraction until we’d gotten this discussion out the way.

  “Babe, if he wanted to kill me, I’d be dead. He’s a big bastard in case you hadn’t noticed. Much as I have a certain amount of pride in my skills, I’m not going to win. Not without a bit of luck…or cheating. I’m not above cheating, but I have a feeling it might not be the best road to—” Fucking you on a regular basis. “Happiness.”

  Her mouth hung open on a shocked gasp.

  “He doesn’t want to kill me either for the same reason. So don’t worry about it. He just wants to fuck me up a bit. He’s going to do it whether or not I fuck you. I figure if I’m going to be in pain later, I may as well make it for a good reason.”

  I tapped her chin gently, and her mouth snapped shut.

  “Are you flushing, Lilly?”

  Her lashes slammed down, and she gave her head a little shake, trying to turn around. “I’m fine.”

  I knew she was flushing. Her pupils were dilated. I felt her telltale shudder, and the heat flaming her cheeks. Naughty little Omega, mistaking me for a soft touch after her time with Ethan. I needed to nip that in the bud.

  “Fine? Your cheeks are pink.” I run my thumb over the hot skin, enjoying the softness. “Ethan is going to be very disappointed if he finds out you lied to me, especially about a flush. You probably think I won’t tell him about your naughtiness, that I might want to keep it a secret because I’m here when I shouldn’t be. But he’s going to find out anyway.” Sighing heavily, I allowed a moment for the full magnitude of her predicament to settle in. “He’ll probably take his belt to you when he learns about this. That’s how serious this is.”

  Her whole body tensed, and I pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head to hide my smile. I was a sick fuck, I knew this. Yet, manipulating her into giving me what I wanted was…irresistible.

  I cupped her ass, giving it a gentle warning squeeze. “Are you flushing Lilly?”

  She nodded.

  I gave her ass a gentle, soothing pat. “Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I felt all the tension leave her. “Of course, I’ll still need to tell Ethan about it when we get home tonight. I know he’s been waiting for an excuse to take his belt to you. He’ll make me hold you while he does it.”

  She tried to rip away. I gripped tighter, making sure she couldn’t so much as twitch. I let the silence stretch for a good long while, let her have plenty of time to reflect on her terrible fate that I hadn’t exaggerated. “Maybe if you could take a punishment now, I might be willing to let the matter go. If you could bend over the table and let me spank you like the naughty little Omega you are, I won’t need to tell Ethan about it.”

  Ethan had forbidden me from spanking her while we’d been in transit. She hadn’t known about this restriction, and I’d used the threat a time or two. But, all bets were off after I’d watched him turn her pretty ass pink this morning.

  “Which is it going to be, Lilly? My hand or Ethan’s belt?” I thought providing her with a direct and unequivocal comparison added a nice touch.

  More weighty silence followed. I let her have all the time she needed. Time was my friend in this.

  “Your hand,” she whispered against my chest, and my dick jerked in approval.

  “Good girl,” I said, giving her another encouraging squeeze. “Let’s get you out of these clothes. I want you naked when I spank you so I can easily get to your pussy after.”

  If she thought I was going to make this quick, she would be in for an unpleasant surprise. No, I was going to drag out each and every stage, and when she eventually came around my cock, they would hear her on the other side of the building.

  First, the dress, which was barely hanging on.

  “This is going to hurt me more than you,” I said, and I genuinely meant it because my cock was thudding behind my zipper so violently I thought it might be doing some permanent damage.

  She began to fret as the zipper hit the bottom, but I wasn’t letting anything divert me from the path.

  “You need to let go, baby.” She was clutching the material to her chest so tightly her knuckles had turned white. “You should know how punishment works by now, Lilly. But in case you don’t, I’ll explain. Every time you disobey me, your punishment gets worse. You’re already getting ten smacks. If you don’t let go, it’ll be fifteen.”

  Teeth worrying on her bottom lip, she let the dress go.

  “Fuck. What happened to your underwear?”

  I caught her hands behind her back because I didn’t trust her not to interfere, and cupped her plump tit in my other hand.

  “Did Ethan take them off?”

  She shook her head. “No, I was sore.”

  I pinched her nipple, enjoying her sharp gasp. “That was very naughty of you.” I pinched harder and gave it a little twist.

  She squealed, and I bit back a smile seeing her tears had dried up. I moved on to her other side, cupping her tit roughly
, and rolling the nipple between my finger and thumb while she gasped and moaned and bucked in my arm. “Did Ethan make you come?”

  “What?”

  I pinched harder.

  “Oh. Yes!”

  “You’re very needy for someone who has recently come.” Both her nipples were bright pink and distended, and I paused to admire my work. “How did he fuck you?”

  I reached around to smack her ass when she didn’t answer quickly enough.

  “On the desk! He fucked me on the desk.”

  I smacked her ass again. “Mind your language, babe.” I swear if I hadn’t gotten a good hold on her, she would have maimed me. “Face up or face down.”

  “He fucked me face up, asshole!”

  I full out laughed. “Not much for self-preservation, are you?” I had her face down on the desk in a flash and landed five good smacks on each cheek of her bottom before she could build up a head of steam.

  Then she did—the little doctor was turning out to be quite a surprise. “You know defiance is not a healthy attitude for an Omega,” I said between smacks. Her little body writhed with indignant anger, and the air turned blue with her cursing. “Do you even know what that word means?”

  I had completely lost count, and her bottom was a brilliant shade of red before I heard the first sob.

  I made myself give her another five because she’d been very fucking defiant.

  “Please. I’m too flushed.”

  That snapped me out of my appreciation of her glowing ass. “Hush, I’m going to make it better now.” Adrenaline spiked my system, and the anticipation of getting my cock in her tight sheath was near debilitating me. Ripping my buckle open with shaking hands, I surged balls deep into her wet pussy as I bit her throat.

  Her first scream wasn’t from pleasure, but the wild, breathy moan that followed, was. Pumping deeper, I sucked great mouthfuls of her blood. I had forgotten the way it set a fire in my stomach that soon spread through my veins. Forgotten the cold shiver that swept over my skin, and the clumsy surge of strength.

  I growled, closed my lips tighter over the gushing vein, and gulped down more.

  As the blood flow eased, I began to fuck her slow and deep, pulling almost out before slamming back in. Her pussy fluttered, and she chanted garbled nonsense, begging for it harder and deeper. “You’ll get what you’re fucking given.”

  Naughty Omega was using her pussy to clench down on my cock. I ripped my dick out and smacked her flaming ass.

  “Oh god. Don’t stop!”

  I was pretty sure it wasn’t the spanking she wanted more of, but I popped her ass again to make absolutely sure…and because I’m fucked up. It amused me when she squealed.

  I teased her clit with the tip of my cock. “I should probably stop,” I said seriously. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.”

  “I’m going to die if I don’t come!”

  I liked the sound of that. Liked the desperation in her voice, and the way she wriggled under my hold trying to tempt me to drive inside. And I did want to fuck her, desperately, but she didn’t need to know that.

  “Beg me,” I demanded.

  “Please Ryker, please. I need to come. I need you to bite me again.”

  “Beg!”

  And she did, sobbing, and doing and saying anything she thought might entice me to give her my cock and the release she so badly needed.

  My fingers trembled, but my mind became stone-cold, feeling power and domination spread through me. I was as high on the control as I was on her blood. I teased her clit with my fingers and cock enough to keep her on the edge, taking her to the brink and pulling back so many times she became an insensible, writhing mess.

  Only once she was sitting on a cusp perilously close to breaking, did I give her the fucking she needed. I barely got my cock inside before she was coming. I had buried myself deep into the control, and it took me a long time to come. She kept coming through my savage pounding, waves of tight muscles milking my cock until a faint tingling kicked off at the base, and I knew I had to bring this to a stop.

  I bit her then, snarling and growling over her like a beast. We tipped over together. Once I started, I couldn’t stop fucking coming. My heart was beating so manically in my chest, I thought it might explode.

  A semblance of sanity returned enough for me to lift my weight off her.

  “You okay, babe?”

  “No,” she said, but it didn’t have the bite of a genuine complaint.

  I chuckled and pulled out. I had made a mess—I took pride in making a mess. I’d smelled Ethan when I arrived; now the fucker would be able to smell me. I left to find something to clean her with. Merry still wasn’t back, thank fuck. Then with great reluctance, I helped her back into her dress.

  Taking a seat before the windowed wall, I drew her onto my lap.

  “That wasn’t very nice,” she said. “I don’t know why I thought I missed you.”

  I chuckled as I played with her soft hair. “Ah, babe, I missed you too.”

  “I said I thought I missed you,” she muttered.

  “You missed me. And you enjoyed it. Or maybe it was someone else screaming and choking my cock with their pussy.”

  “That shows how misguided I am,” she said. “And you didn’t miss me. You missed fucking me. That’s not the same thing.”

  I tightened my fingers on her hair until I got a little yelp, and tipped her head so I could see her eyes. “You swear one more time, and I am going to tell Ethan. And I’m not fucking joking this time. And as for missing you, you don’t have a fucking clue.”

  Her stormy gaze met mine. Her cheeks were still a little flushed from our fucking and her tears. I felt a moment of white-hot panic at the thought of anyone hurting her. I tried to unpick my feelings and work out if it was merely a selfish need to protect a possession I enjoyed.

  She had said she had left her comfort zone at the drop door of the ravaged hospital. I think I left mine the night I picked her up. “I don’t like the way you make me feel,” I said, and turning away, I scrubbed my hand down my face. “Therapy did not prepare me for this.”

  She surprised me by pressing a kiss against my cheek. My words had been cruel, I knew enough to recognize this, but her kiss lacked judgment.

  The kiss unsettled me. I wasn’t used to being unsettled, and I didn’t like it one bit.

  “I must have a magic dick or something,” I said.

  “Or something,” she replied.

  And damn it, if that didn’t unsettle me even more.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  AFTER THE THIRD mysteriously canceled meeting with Military Command, the last of which had taken me clear over to the other side of the city, I was starting to become suspicious.

  Was this Tsing’s doing? I had acquired enough information over the last couple of weeks to have cause for concern. But, I was hoping my contact would have information that might shed some further light.

  Peppermint Moon was one of Chimera’s premier clubs. It was part of a chain and its owner, Lucian, was a fellow Lyus conscript who had left the military five years earlier under a mutual agreement…of sorts.

  I had built my past life on collecting favors. I still collected them, and I had acquired a great variety over the last ten year since leaving Lyus. And I still held a few from before the conscription. The business empire Lucian owned had once belonged to someone else. I’d helped him remove the ‘someone else’.

  Lucian owed me, and I was about to collect.

  It was mid-afternoon, but the club never closed. Music thumped, subtle lighting illuminated, and barely clothed waitstaff mingled with patrons to ensure their every need was met.

  A black-suited floor manager escorted me through the heaving mass where I disentangled myself from clinging arms on the way to Lucian’s first-floor office.

  Inside, a windowed wall provided a view of the club, and if not for that scene, I might have imagined myself in the domain of the high-flying, corporate elite.


  Lucian greeted me with a broad smile.

  I’d been told on plenty of occasions that I bore an uncivilized facade of barely suppressed violence. If I was night, Lucian was day. The epitome of a wealthy businessman. With neatly trimmed, dark-blond hair, brilliant green eyes, and a suit that probably cost more than Chimera’s average annual income.

  “What is it this time? You only call me when you’re calling in a damn favor,” he said by way of greeting.

  “I could say the same,” I replied.

  He chuckled. “Yeah, guilty.”

  We sat down at the low seating arrangement facing the club. Two thick-necked Alphas braced the door, and a female Beta, wearing next to nothing, brought over drinks.

  She made a point of placing Lucian’s drink down as if terrified to get too close.

  I frowned, women weren’t usually so wary. Most couldn’t keep their hands off of him.

  “You were right,” Lucian said, distracting me from this odd behavior. “There is a black market drug that originated with the program. And it’s lucrative.”

  “What does it do?”

  “Turns non-dynamics into Omegas…so long as you pick the right candidates.” He adjusted the collar of his shirt as though—uncomfortable?

  “You’ve used it,” I said. That drug was from the project Lilly had been working on, and it appeared Tsing was farming it out. If it originated with the program, there was no doubt in my mind he was behind it.

  Lucian shrugged. “I had to know if it worked…and I happened to have the right kind of candidate.”

  I raised an eyebrow, still thrown a little by his cagy reaction. “Must be hard to hide a gifted?”

  “They’re not gifted. But they are Omega in every other way.” A grimace crossed Lucian’s face. “There is a downside to the drug.”

  “Beside them not being gifted? What sort of downside?” I asked. “Does it wear off?”

  “No, it doesn’t wear off. Not that I’m aware of…Wearing off would be great,” he said, and sighing met my eyes. “They imprint on the first Alpha they come in contact with.”

  I laughed so hard, I nearly spat my drink out.