Page 112 of Wild Omega

Red oozes sexual confidence. Her body’s made to draw the eye, and those bare legs spread over Ricky went on for miles.

I pant softly and rub harder. But Ricky, in that corset with his shirt front open across the top and falling back, his bare thighs rubbing into her, wearing a G-string of all things—he’s a wild card I never expected.

“Shit!” I ball up my free hand and press it to my mouth to stifle my groan. Spreading my legs wider, I imagine they’re here with me, Rickon taking Red up against the wall, pale palms sliding against these very tiles. If he held her from behind, I could slide in around them and—

Red screams, shouting Rickon’s name.

My orgasm hits me hard without warning. I tip my head back, choking down a shout as I grip my shuddering cock. Cum spurts into my hand, some spilling over to drip on the floor. For a moment I’m blinded by the hot flashes of ecstasy.

It fades slowly, leaving me panting on the edge of a cold bathtub. “You’re screwed in the head, Callisto,” I murmur to my reflection in the vanity mirror. Masturbating to the noises of my best friend and his omega? Maybe I’d better find him another apartment, quickly.

The idea causes a fresh flurry of painful sensation to land square in my chest. Rather than examine it too closely, I jump to my feet to clean myself and the floor with wipes from under the sink.

Better not to think too deeply. I’m barely here at the house anyway, and this way I know they’re both safe.

I stride to the front door and gather my keys and wallet off the hall table. I have a win streak to maintain. Only ten more cases, and I’ll be in the running to become a partner at the firm; I’m sure of it.

This goal has always inspired me, given me a powerful drive to push forward.

So why, as I lock up and take the elevator, do I feel like crying this time?

Chapter forty-seven

Red

Time blurs a little as Rickon and I reacquaint ourselves after weeks of separation. We doze in a steaming, damp pile, only to start touching each other again the moment one of us throws off enough sleepiness or takes a bathroom break.

The languid convenience of lying in each other’s arms for as long as we want is beautiful. I take everything I want from my alpha, soaking it in like a drought-starved plant. And he gives and gives as if he knows everything I need.

When we finally keep our hands off each other long enough to shower and head downstairs, Callisto’s gone.

Rickon catches me poking around to double check the apartment is empty. “He works fourteen-hour days. Sometimes even sleeps at his office.”

“Okay, so it’s just us?”

My alpha leans his elbows on the marble breakfast bar. “Yeah. But we don’t have time to laze around, I’m afraid. Table reads start on Monday, which means we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

I gnaw on my bottom lip. No rest for the wild. “So I have three days to learn my lines?”

“Yes, but, before you panic, I have a little something for you.” Rickon dashes upstairs.

I listen to the thump-thump of his bare feet on the stairs and track the sounds as he runs into his room. If I can hear him walking, then sure as hell Callisto heard us bumping uglies all morning. Is that why he ran away in a hurry?

I giggle into my hand. Serves him right. Maybe I’ll be louder next time.

Rickon pounds back down the stairs and sets a stack of items on the breakfast bar. I recognize the film script on the bottom.

“These are for you,” he says, opening a small black case. He passes me two wireless earbuds. “And—” He swipes open a tablet. “Finger here please.” I offer my hand, and he scans me into the device’s biometrics. “Code is 1111 if you ever need it. Now wait for it!” He taps on the screen and grins, watching me expectantly.

His voice crackles into life in my ears.Omega’s Race. Scene One. Setting: A racing stable practice track. Two jockeys with horses ride to the start gate, with more riders exercising horses in the background.

I gasp. “Did you—?”

His grin widens and he taps a pause button on the screen. “You said you learn best when you hear it read to you, right?”

A cool shiver rustles across my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “You recorded the entire script?”

He nods, sending his damp platinum bangs flopping across his eyes. “I had some time on my hands over the past two weeks.”

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