Page 32 of Game Over

It was the most agitated I’d ever seen them, and dare I say…. It was a little… Okay it was majorly, stupidly sexy.

“Let’s take yours,” Jesse muttered irritably, bypassing their little two door sports car for my large black SUV. “Give her to me. You drive.”

“No!” Tara gasped, her hold tightening on me as her scent took on an alcoholic quality in her displeasure.

Jesse’s expression was unreadable, his hand extending for my keys. “Fine. I’ll drive.”

“Sorry,” I mouthed to him, unlocking the car and sliding into the back with Tara in my lap. “I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate with the smell anyway.”

“Yeah,” they clipped, sliding into the driver's side.

I wanted to talk to Jesse—ask how he was feeling, assure him that this didn’t mean anything. It was just heat hormones, and there was nothing between me and his girlfriend except memories.

Really, really fond memories.

But my focus was on Tara as I attempted to wrestle a seat belt around the both of us. “Don’t worry, little omega, we’ll be home soon.”

Tara’s fingers were trembling too much to work her keys, leaving Jesse to unlock the door as we waited in the overly white hall of her apartment building. The moment it was unlatched, they pushed into the apartment, leaving it wide for us to follow.

An involuntary shiver ran down my spine. The entire place was coated in her perfume, so thick that I thought I might fall over.

The apartment was, undeniably,Tara.

The front door opened into her living room, a large grey sectional facing a flatscreen television nestled betweenbookshelves full of books and collectibles. From the amalgamation of figurines, I could guess that she was a big fan of magical girl anime. A miniature army of PVC girls in short skirts covered as much shelf space as possible.

From the door, I could see her kitchen as well. White cabinets and a sparkly black countertop. Pretty much your average rental kitchen, save for the purple accessories along her countertop and potted plants above the cabinets.

Along with the framed artwork on the walls, it made me think a lot of like somewhere an Animal Crossing villager would live. Okay, maybe not a villager, their houses were always fucked with like dirt floors and shit. But certainly a player's house that’d sunk at least a couple hundred hours into the game.

“Hey, this is really—” I started as Tara left my side, taking her warmth with her as she collided with Jesse in a messy, whine filled kiss that made my jaw ache.

His hands slid up the back of her dress, skirt bunching as he groped her ass.

Her arms went around his neck, body pressing flush against his as her lips moved from Jesse’s to his jaw, nipping hard at the skin.

I was frozen, unsure if this was heaven or hell.

My dream girl, the omega I’d fumbled and never managed to forget—and the best friend I’d been pining after for years making out right in front of me, the potent scent of Tara’s heat-fueled pheromones inviting me in with every gasp and whispered praise.

“Nest, now. Please Jesse?” Tara whined, nipping his ear hard. “I need you.”

Jesse’s eyes met mine, a distinct air of smugness to the expression. Gone was the fury from the parking lot or the inscrutable expression from the barcade. If I could read hismind, I would’ve guessed he was thinking one thing and one thing only—See? She’s mine.

If he was an alpha, like Cameo, it would’ve made me furious. Raising my hackles until I was growling and snarling my dominance at the challenge.

But… he wasn’t Cameo. And instead of frustrated or threatened I found myself wondering what it would be like for Jesse to snarl in my ear like that while I pounded into him.

He looked at Tara, the omega meeting his steady gaze through heavily lidded eyes.

It was clear that a bit of kissing Jesse wasn’t coming close to putting a damper on the consuming, oppressive weight of her heat-fueled need, her scent so thick and heavy it could’ve been cut with a knife.

But Jesse wasn’t built to react to that the way I was, staying calm and collected as I fought the disastrous urge to rut into her for hours.

Not until she asked for me.

I was nothing but a good little toy made for her pleasure after all. If she wanted to use me as a warm, alpha-sized dildo while she kissed her boyfriend, I sure as shit wasn’t going to object.

Just like at Omega’s Lust, it was about what Tara needed.

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