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At least theoretically speaking, coming a bunch of times should help. It would be even better if I could be locked on a knot, but any semen might help.

My face burns, and I bite my cheek to keep from begging.

Omen is ridiculously hot, like the better-judgment-destroying kind of gorgeous that models and rock stars can get away with. The rest of us don’t get to have tattoos that spill onto our faces or cover our necks and hands… Not if we want to be accepted into polite society.

Then again,fuckpolite society.

What has fitting in ever done for me?

“I’ve never had a heat, either, so I suppose we’re even there,” he murmurs, nipping at my ear. His warm breath fans over my neck as he licks and kisses his way down. “What I have had is a considerable number of mind-blowing orgasms.” His fingers dance up my thigh and under the hem of Valor’s shirt. “And I know I can give you that…no knot needed.” His hand flattens on my stomach, and I find myself wiggling my hips back against his cock. “But I’m torn here, pet.” His tongue hits my neck, and he drags it up toward my ear. “You had to know it was a possibility you’d experience a heat spike being in such close proximity to Valor. To any alpha, really, but you willingly locked yourself in withus.” He hums, scraping his teeth over my skin as he moves back down my throat. “And at the same time, I’m not taking that as consent.”

My entire body pulses with heat, and my pheromones flood the air as I whine.

The agony from only moments ago turns into a deep interest that makes my nipples throb while slick leaks from my core.

My head is so hazy, it’s difficult to form words, but I do want him. “You! I need you,” I finally manage to force out.

“You need something, but I can’t help but believe you’d rather have my alpha,” Omen taunts, teasing his fingers higher. “He’s who you were after from the minute they released you onto the block.”

I groan and gyrate my hips back, desperately searching for his dick.

“Both! I want you both,” I admit, my face only burning hotter. “But right now Ineedyou, Omen.”

His long fingers dance around the curve of my right breast, and he grinds his shaft against my ass. “Mmm, I do love hearing you beg for me, but I think you’ll have to come to me if you want me.” He rolls onto his back and moves around while my jaw hangs open.

Way to be the world’s biggest tease.

ChapterSixteen

Saylor

My body is in motion before I even make the choice to move. I end up on all fours next to Omen’s languidly stretched-out form. He lost the sweats while I was pouting, and I lift up until I’m kneeling and pull Valor’s shirt off, tossing it by the pillows.

There’s a good chance that being surrounded by his scent when I went to sleep is what caused my system to freak out.

My nipples ache. I suck in deep hits of Valor’s scent that has now mixed with Omen’s much lighter rain and aloe-based smell. The situation between my thighs doesn’t get any less questionable as my eyes land on Omen’s lithe chest.

The man is covered in ink, littered with white scars that prove he’s had a tough life. My teeth dig into my lower lip as I take in the dual nipple piercings. They’re in the shape of a cross. I don’t know how I missed them while we were snuggling, but I think I’d like to test out if the piercings make his nipples as sensitive as mine are.

My eyes dip lower, examining all of his well-defined muscles. He’s nowhere close to as bulky as Valor, but with his frame, he doesn’t need to be. He’s got the slender build that normally signals someone is a runner or a soccer player…

And I’m not skinny.

Sure, my face is on the slender side, but I’m like an avocado—smaller up top and thicker as we go down.

“You’re dripping,” Omen says in that thick Irish accent of his. He teases a hand down his abs and through his happy trail. “But your eyes are a little clearer, so perhaps that’s a good thing.”

The descent of his fingers continues, and my core throbs as he wraps his hand around his dick. A bead of pre-cum dribbles from the tip, and my system screams at me to lick it off. Or to present and beg like an omega lost to the fog.

My head falls to the side, and I whine, baring my neck. It’s basically my system begging him to take over, but he’s not an alpha.

Omen chuckles. “Such a pouty little thing when you don’t get your way. Listen, pet, I would love to chase you, be the aggressor, give you everything your spoiled little heart desires.ButI’m not an opportunist dick. You’re going to need to come to me or verbalize consent.”

Moving is so much easier than speaking, especially with the way my skin burns. My head is foggy and hyper-focused on how to get him inside me, but I’m not so far gone that I don’t know what I’m asking for.

I pounce and end up on my hands and knees over him. My hair hangs, brushing over his chest. His nipple is right there, so I give the right one a swirl of my tongue and whimper as my pussy brushes his thighs.

Omen releases his shaft and moves to grip my ribs. He tugs me up until my face hovers over his. The light greenish-gray shade of his eyes almost seems to glow in the low light, and, combined with the look on his face, he steals all the breath from my lungs.

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