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Because against all odds and definitely unscheduled, I’d just gone into heat.

CHAPTER FOUR

Mason

Iknew something was different about this fantasy from the second I caught a whiff of Billy’s fizzy soda scent. Pictures and profiles on an app could only go so far to tell you what a person was like. Proximity didn’t lie. There was no way an app could have prepared me for Billy.

He’d played along perfectly from the second I’d grabbed him, which was more than a lot of omegas did. There was no stop and start as we introduced each other and went over the parameters of the fantasy again in person. Billy was invested in playing, and that carried me right along, pulse pounding, cock hardening, and senses shifting into overdrive.

I actually forgot half the things I was going to say or do to build the play scenario I had in mind. I was supposed to be the good guy willing to do bad things in the scene I’d constructed. My character was government agent hunting down terrorists and making them both talk and pay for what they’d done.

Was it realistic? No. Would it require a few leaps of logic to get us where we needed to be, sweaty and spunky and covered in slick? Absolutely.

Did I fumble everything the moment I touched Billy’s skin and breathed in his powerful, sugary scent? Oh yeah.

I couldn’t even remember the excuses I’d made to tear off his suit pants and pull his hips up so I could sink right into him and pound away. Something about making him talk?

Talking was the last thing I wanted to do. I just wanted to fuck him, deeper and deeper. Without pretense or scenes or even logic. The wrongness of thrusting away in an omega I barely knew, while his hands and arms were restrained and his legs were trapped over the arms of my carefully designed chair was acute. But wasn’t that what I liked? Sex that felt wrong?

The last kernel of caution in my brain that said something was off about the whole thing and I should probably stop to find out what it was and fix it snapped out of existence when Billy tensed and groaned and started to come. His face was a contorted mask of pleasure and his slim, omega cock a fountain as he spurted all over his clean, white dress shirt. He even hit his red and blue-striped tie, he came so hard.

I was astounded by how much cum he spilled, and with how hot and slick and gripping his hole was. I was astounded for about three seconds before I started to come with a loud roar…and my knot swelled, locking us together.

My jaw dropped, and my lust-hazed gaze focused down on where Billy and I were joined. The sight of our bodies, mine big and muscled and his slender and svelte, joined in the most intimate way two people could be joined forced another orgasm out of me, hard on the heels of the first one.

That was my second clue about what was happening.

Billy’s powerful aftershock orgasm that milked more cum onto his no-longer-clean shirt was the third.

I slumped over him as we both stopped coming, bracing my hands against the back of the chair near his clamped wrists. We were both breathless and sweating. Billy’s soda scent, complete with the impossible feeling of bubbles and fizz it brought with it, was so strong it was all I could smell.

“You didn’t tell me you were in heat,” I gasped as soon as I had the faculties to.

Billy glanced up at me with the first hint of genuine fear in his eyes. “I didn’t know I was,” he said in a voice that seemed too small for him. “I swear, I didn’t know. I’m not supposed to go into heat for another two or three weeks.”

I glanced down between us to where our bodies were fused together again, although in our current position, his shirt and suit jacket and my trousers and T-shirt hid most of the good stuff. There was no mistaking the feeling of my knot, though.

Alphas didn’t knot during sex unless the omega was in heat.

“You’re in heat now,” I said, one eyebrow raised.

“I’m sorry,” Billy panted, breaking character. “I’m so, so sorry. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”

“It’s okay,” I said stiffly, my body throbbing with the latent pleasure of being knotted to an omega in heat.

“No, it’s not,” Billy insisted. “I swear, this has never happened to me before. I’m as regular as clockwork. If I had known?—”

“Really, it’s okay,” I said. I even tried to smile to put his mind at ease.

“Are you sure?” Billy panted.

He looked so vulnerable with his hands stuck in the clamps above his head, his well-formed legs split over the arms of my chair, and his creamy thighs a sharp contrast to the rough fabric of my combat trousers as my legs kept him open. I wanted to tear off his jacket, shirt, and tie to have him completely naked as I fucked him through another wave.

On second thought, he could keep the tie.

I shook my head. What was I thinking? I didn’t play scenes with omegas in heat. In fact, I could count on one hand the number of times I’d taken an omega through heat, and all four of those times had been with Davy, years ago.

“Right,” I said, moving to test how full my knot was and if it had any intention of going down soon. “I guess we need to talk about this.”

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