Page 31 of Omega Rock

The same caution Noah is flirting with leaving behind right now.

“We’re matches,” I say. An admission. There’s really no denying it.

“Should we reject the match?” Noah replies. But that’s not his only question. The one he’s not asking is,Can we fall into this? Can we just drive right in?

I swallow hard. The chemistry between us all, the way my inner omega screams for everything these alphas are. Even though I’m not in heat, these alphas pull my attention to their very presence like magnets. “Maybe we forget about Exit Fate tonight. Like you said. Party tonight.”

“And?” Noah’s tone is expectant.

I turn and look up at him. “We fall into this match. We surrender to it.”

Noah’s light brown gaze drops to my lips. It’s like the world slides into slow motion as he closes the distance and kisses me. Everything falls away in that instant. No worry about what this might risk for Exit Fate. No fear for tomorrow. No responsibility to do my best for this thing we’re all making.

The entire world falls into this one point: Noah’s lips on mine. His hands on my hips, pulling me toward him and his erection. His hand slides up into my hair as his tongue asks for entrance against my lips. I grant it, and we fall into a much deeper kiss that lasts for long enough that we’re both gasping for air when we finally part.

Noah glances around, spots something, and then pulls me out of the room we’re in and into a dark hallway with only one door at the end. It must lead to the basement or a closet. Noah walks me back until we’re fully enveloped in shadows, my back against the door, and he’s kissing me again. My lips, down my neck to my collar bones. I moan as he explores, then louder as one hand slips up under my shirt.

Nerves kick in but I swallow them down and turn them into excitement. Iama virgin, but we’re nowhere near that yet. Although I do tuck this away as a reminder to tell the pack—band. To tell theband. In case these encounters start happening more frequently.

Noah’s palm trails a blazing path up my abdomen and beneath my bra, where his fingers pluck at my hard nipple like a guitar string.

I gasp into his mouth. His lips stifle the moan, and then another as he places his knee between my legs. It’s a shadow of the friction my core craves, but it’s enough to make my own knees weak.

Noah pulls back a little, slightly breathless. “I could kiss you all night long, angel. You are beautiful.”

My face feels like it’s completely on fire. My breaths are gasps at best as my heart pounds hard in my chest. I reach up to hold his face. He turns his face into my palm and kisses it. “I can’t believe any of this is real.”

Noah smirks. “Oh, it’s real, angel. I’d say we’re all very taken with you.”

My core clenches at the thought. Atallthe thoughts I had alone in my apartment for those three long heat-filled days. We’ve all already done so many things in my head. All those fantasies that Noah’s now promising might make itoutof my head.

“This doesn’t have to go further than you want,” Noah says. “I want to devour you, angel. But I can wait.”

The hard bulge in his pants begs to differ, but I believe him.

But I don’t want to. Slick is building now between my thighs. I feel so warm, soreadyand needy, and I’m not even in heat. Unless… unless I am again already?

“I’m burning up, Noah,” I whisper, not knowing how else to explain it. I just want him. I want this moment to last forever. “I want you.” I glance over his shoulder down the hall where the party is still raging on. “But maybe not fully here.”

Noah smirks again, a roguish charm that makes him undeniably handsome. “No need for that. Not now. But let’s take care of you anyway.”

I question what he’s intending, but don’t get to ask as his free hand leaves my hip to undo my jeans. Within seconds, he’s got them open, tugged down my hips a little, and his fingers slip between my soaked folds. My head tips back, but Noah is tall enough to kiss me anyway, swallowing the ragged moan that escapes me.

He plays with my nipple as his other hand explores my core. His thumb brushes my clit and his middle and ring fingers slip inside me. Thank god for his knee between my legs helping hold me up, because I feel ready to topple over. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close as he kisses me deeply. Every touch of his fingers, his lips, his hips, lights me on fire, leaving me to wildly burn up in his grasp.

I’m so aware of the party around us. But I so don’t care as my body coils tight, the pleasurable tension building until I’m shaking and bucking in Noah’s hold as I cum hard. I moan into his mouth. When I come down from the high, he pulls back, and I gasp for breath with his hands still between my legs.

“Fucking hell,” I breathe.

Noah’s satisfied smirk has me biting my lip. “I love the way you cum on my fingers, angel.” He moves them again. “Cum again for me.”

My head falls back against the door again as he plays me like an instrument. His own hips buck against his hand now.

“I would’ve made you cum all night long earlier this week,” he says in my ear. “I will next time. Your moans, the way you fall apart when you cum, is exquisite.”

My body coils again. I spy a bit of bare skin between his hairline and the collar of his shirt, and lightly press my teeth against it as I cum again. I moan against his skin, inhale his woody scent.

Noah pulls his hands from between my legs and under my shirt after I come down from the high, but he’s still lightly pressing his hips against me. His hard length strains against his pants.

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