Page 92 of No Escape

Saylor buries her face in my side, brushing her nose over my skin. It’s alarming to feel how hot she is and how clear the difference in our temperatures is.

Leo glares as I guide the omega over to the edge of the couch mattress.

I ignore him and get her settled on the side closest to the bathroom. “This way, it’s right there if you need it.”

She mumbles a quick, “Thanks.”

I continue pretending like I don’t notice that Leo is annoyed with me and instead climb over Saylor, settling close to her in the middle of the bed.

She immediately rolls to face me, planting her nose in my chest once more. “Sorry, your scent is helping.”

“Want me to mark your cheeks with my pheromones?” I ask, palming the back of her head.

“Maybe in a bit. I’m a little afraid…” She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter. It’s not like I can stop it if it does.”

I quirk an eyebrow, waiting for more, but she doesn’t elaborate.

Leo leans over the bed, pulls her hair back from her face, and kisses her temple. “I’ll be in the loft if you need me.”

That was totally unnecessary.

She clearly heard our conversation.

Is he trying to get on my last nerve? Because it’s working.

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Everything is hazy, and I’m not fully conscious even as I blink awake. My cock strains against the material of my sweats, but it’s been so long since I actually slept that I have no idea where I am or what’s going on.

That is, until I realize Saylor is grinding over my shaft, moaning against my pec. She’s fully on top of me and burning up, but the way her teeth chatter makes me concerned that I might not be coherent enough to understand what’s happening.

I’m not the one running an insane fever.

That’s all her.

She groans, jerking almost like she’s having a seizure, and pure panic sets in.

“Fucking hell,” I whisper, grazing my palm up and down her spine. The T-shirt she’s in is soaked with sweat, and she’s shaking. My other hand weaves into the hair at the base of her skull, and I pull her face from my skin. Her cheeks are red, and her hair is stuck to her forehead with sweat as her eyes flutter. “Sorry, beautiful girl, I need you to wake up and tell me what to do.”

She whimpers, pulling her hand up to rub her face. “Oh God, my eyes burn so bad. I was worried this was going to happen. I ache.” She moves to cradle her abdomen as my heart thumps erratically.

This is nothing like what happened last time, but my body recognizes the cues. And, this time, it can go down completely differently.

“That sucks so bad. Why does this keep happening to me?” she asks in a shaky voice.

“Could be your heat about to hit. Or it might be the consequences of going off the suppressants,” I say, soothing my fingers through her sweaty hair to ground myself.

My instincts scream to toss her down, fuck into her like a beast, lock her onto my knot, and sink my teeth in so she never has a hope of getting away.

It’s been a long five plus years of celibacy, but it was more easily managed when I wasn’t exposed to her scent on a regular basis. Having her perfume flood my nose sends my baser instincts into overdrive.

Her pussy is planted directly on top of my cock, and I’m positive she doesn’t have panties on with how much I can feel through the thin material of my sweats. They’re soaked in her slick, and my dick strains against the fabric, desperate to escape.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen.” My voice is gravelly and lined with sleep.

“I don’t know.” Saylor’s eyes dart away, and her entire body shrugs.

I tighten my hold in her hair, giving her an extra firm tug. “That’s not going to fly right now, princess. My instincts are convinced I can help with that pain, but you’ve got to ask for what you want.”

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