ALPHA. LARK. ALPHA. Lark. Alpha. Lark.

This is bad.

But oh so good.

The first kiss we shared was a glimpse into her soul. Her past. Her pain.

This kiss is yet another glimpse into her soul. This time, fire and heat. And me.

“Make love to me,” she begs between kisses.

One of the biggest rules flashes like crazy in my head.

Thou shalt not fornicate with final assignment. If Minder fornicates with final assignment, they will be terminated from the program and banished from HEA Corp property. HEL will become administrator over failed Minder, whom shalt now be called Reaper.

Fuck!

“Make love to me.” This time more of a command.

My dick begs, too. I’m only holding on to one tiny shred of sanity. What we’re doing is so wrong. She’s my job, not my girlfriend. In just over two months, she’ll be gone. They’ll take her—to Hell.

The thought of her in eternal, torturous agony sends rage swirling in my veins. She can’t die. She can’t go to fucking Hell. It doesn’t make sense. Then a dark thought enters my mind.

I’ll protect her.

Forever.

“Alpha, please,” she whimpers.

Shit, I’ll never be able to tell her no.

I untangle one of my hands from her hair and dive in for more of her mouth. My hand finds her panties, and we have to break momentarily for me to rip them from her body. They’re made of lace and nothing, so they disappear in an instant.

“Lark,” I groan against her mouth as I reach into my boxers and pull my dick out. “This changes everything.”

“I’m sorry,” she says. I’m not sure if she’s telling me or her dead husband.

“I’m not.” I make that final decision. The decision that burns a mark so black on my soul that I almost cry out from the pain of it.

With one hard thrust, I plunge deep inside my sweet Lark.

Everything else around me disappears. The only thing that exists is her. This perfect, beautiful, dark angel belongs to me. I know I’ve just broken a serious law. And I’m unsure what the repercussions will be.

Right now, though, I don’t care. Right now, all that matters is her. Her tight, hot body hugs my cock with each thrust into her. Fingernails claw at the wings they can’t take away from me. As I push myself as deep as I can into her, our souls bind together.

Connor.

The thought unlocks some tiny mystery in my head. A single memory. My name.

“Alpha!” she shrieks as her body shudders beneath me. Her pussy clenches around my dick so fiercely that it pulls the orgasm right out of me. I come deep inside her, and it’s perfect.

We’re perfect together.

This is my destiny.

Lark Miller.

Not a job. Mine.

I collapse onto her tiny frame and lose myself in her neck. She now smells sweeter. Her skin feels softer. I’ll never let her go.

As her delicate fingers stroke my wings, my heart soars. My job doesn’t matter. My destiny doesn’t matter. Only Lark matters.

“Let’s run away,” I murmur against the shell of her ear.

Her pussy clenches around my soft cock, and it twitches back to life.

“And leave this grand life behind, Al?” she giggles.

Smiles are evil. Her laugh is heavenly.

I begin pumping into her again. Her body is so perfect that I want to live here forever. Surely we can exist like this, neither of us needing anything but the taste of the other.

“What are you doing to me?” she pants out as I plunge into her.

“I’m making you mine forever,” I answer and devour her lips.

Her moans and whimpers are fuel, and I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

“Oh, God!” she screams with another orgasm.

I growl and suck her lip into my mouth as I release inside her once again. My heart and soul pour into her until I’ve given it all to her.

“I think my real name is Connor,” I confess against her mouth. The name feels foreign on my tongue, but I feel connected to it nonetheless.

Suddenly, the warm, squirming body beneath me goes cold. Her finally relaxed body becomes rigid.

Time freezes for one long moment before she explodes.

“Get off me!” she seethes, her tone so filled with hate.

I scramble off her like a fucking pussy. What did I do wrong?

Naked and her arms flailing, she rolls out of the bed and turns to face me. “I should kill you. Get out of my house and don’t ever come back!”

I stare at her in confusion. Thoughts of the file hit me.

Unstable.

Drug addict.

Evil.

“Lark,” I say in an attempt to calm her.

Her full tits bounce as she storms over to my clothes on the floor. Then she bends over and starts heaving them at me. When she throws my shoes, I pounce out of the bed toward her.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, asshole. Get out!” Her eyes are wild and lost.

The woman I just gave my soul to is insane.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did, Lark. Don’t push me away. You don’t understand what I’ve given up for you.”

When crazed eyes meet mine, I know there’s no negotiation. So I dress quickly and storm out of her apartment without a glance in her direction. Then I sleep propped up against the door of her apartment in the scummy hallway.

“Wake up, Al.”

My stiff neck aches when I blink open my eyes and attempt to follow the source of the kicking against my thigh. Steel-toed boots. Omega.

“I fucked up, man,” I confess with a dry, raspy voice.

His brown eyes peer down at me under his girly-looking lashes. “Is she dead?”

Anger blasts through my body. “What? Fuck that! No, she isn’t dead, and she won’t die on my watch,” I snarl. My body has come back to life, so I climb to my feet and glare at him.

He folds his muscular arms across his chest and watches me. “Then how did you fuck up, Al?”

I run a hand through my inky hair and push thoughts of my soul mate from my head. Leaning forward, I whisper, “I slept with her. Twice.”

Now it’s Omega’s turn to get angry. And he fucking detonates. “What the fuck, man? Are you kidding me right now? Do you even understand what will happen to you if they find out? They will know. They always know, Alpha.”

I groan because I know. Their sources are everywhere.

“What do I do?” I question as pussy tears sting my eyes. I don’t want to be away from her for one second. I can’t.

“We have to tell Pallas.”

Pallas.

Fuck.

“No, Omega. Please. Maybe I can figure this out. Besides, she hates me now anyway. Maybe they won’t find out.”

“Don’t be stupid, man. They will find out. Maybe they’ll just put you back into training. They would be lucky to have you as an SG, but maybe you need a little more time. It will be better to come clean and take a lesser punishment. I need you, brother.”

And I need him too.

But Lark?

I can’t fucking breathe without her. She infected my very being, and I’ll waste away into the Earth without her. I would be nothing.

“What’s going on, boys?” a sultry voice asks. Lovenia.

Omega spins on his foot and faces the dark-haired demon who’s sauntering toward us. Her lips are painted bright red, an amused, brunette brow is raised, and a smirk plays on her lips as she approaches.

“Nothing,” I spit out quickly.

Her laughter is like jingling bells. So sweet. Too bad I know her kind. They are not sweet.

“Alpha, don’t lie. It’s not becoming of your kind.” She smiles as she steps around Omega.

His hand slides around her middle and he possessively pulls her back to his chest. When neither of us responds, she grins at me.

“I can keep a secret. In fact, I could probably help you. As long as the girl in there didn’t die, your secret stays here. I’m their link, you know. I’ve been assigned to you both.”

I sense deception, but I feel lulled into her charms. Just like Omega has been.

“I’ll bite. What do I need to do?”

Her smile spreads beautifully across her face. “Meet my boss.”

Omega and I exchange glances.

“Love?” he questions her.

She raises a slender arm and threads her fingers into his hair. “Yes, baby?”

“Don’t betray me or my brother. If you do, that will end us,” he warns.

When her eyes flash to mine, I see the briefest flash of something. But she quickly schools it away before I can figure out her intentions.

“Just meet your boss? That’s all you want? You’ll keep this little tidbit of information from our superiors?” I’m mystified. Lovenia has always been a friend, even though we’re destined to be enemies, but this seems huge.

“Of course, darling. Just a meeting, Alpha. But both of you. He wants to meet the famous Alpha and Omega.” She bats her lashes at me.

I raise a brow in question to Omega, and he nods. He would do anything for me.

“Set it up, Love. Thank you so much,” I rush out in relief.

She breaks free from Omega and hugs me tight.

Why do I feel like I just made a deal with the devil?