Page 36 of Game Over

This wasn’t how I expected the day to go. Tara had been so sure that her heat was far enough away that even though Charlie was an alpha, his proximity to her shouldn’t have been an issue.

Unless… I mean… what were the fucking karmic chances that my best friend was my girlfriend’s scent match?

Hermate.

Annoying. It didn’t bother me so much that there was this thing out there that an alpha could share with her that I simply couldn’t, but now that there was a possibility that the alpha who’d be sharing that special connection with my partner wasCharlie?

My jaw ticked.

Strangely enough, I couldn’t tell if I was more jealous of him or her.

When had that started?

“Puppy please,” Tara whimpered, tinged with a heavy omega whine as she mindlessly ground against my thigh.

Her only goal was to get herself off, pupils entirely blown as she worked herself hard, seeking the barest bit of relief. I’d never seen her like this before. Needy to the point of pain. Entirely enslaved to her heat.

Usually, she was so… in control. Soaware.

Not just of herself but of me as well. Guiding us through intimate moments like they held real meaning to her.

But like this? There was no tact, no direction.

Just the consuming need to get off as fast and as many times as possible.

I’d always thought the name Omega’s Lust was a bit crude for a Heat Hotel, but now…

Okay, maybe they had a bit of a point.

I’d already come once, and though I usually managed at least couple of rounds—with a power bar and half a bottle of water in between—it was pretty clear that she was going to need more than that.

It wasn’t a good feeling, knowing that I couldn’t satisfy my partner in the way she needed.

That my limitations as a beta got in the way of my ability to keep up with the demands of her heat. It wasn’t anyone's fault, least of all Tara’s or mine, but I couldn’t help the bitter taste it left behind.

“Touch,” Tara demanded, halfway to shouting as she bit and sucked at my neck. “Pup, please? I need more.”

My eyes flicked to Charlie’s, whose gaze met mine easily. There was something in his stare. A familiar warmth that I’d come to expect, but intensified. Gone was the steady heat of a crackling fireplace, replaced by a raging inferno that threatened to swallow me whole.

Burn me from the inside out.

Another whine from Tara drew my attention back to my omega. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, giving a sharp tug in the way that I knew she liked.

“Right here, mistress,” I murmured softly, my voice gentle and coaxing.

I adjusted us, dragging her along as I sat against the headboard, able to take her nipple into my mouth with the new angle to roll the metal bar with my tongue.

Her hand ran through my hair, pulling me in closer, squishing me against her so hard I was slightly suffocating.

What a way to go. Drowned in my girlfriend’s absolutely perfect teardrop shaped, pillowy boobs.

Tara adjusted to straddle my waist, sliding back onto my cock with a relieved sigh. She was so wet she dripped around me, and she was almost tighter than normal, gripping my cock like a vice. Her moans were needy, bordering on helpless as she rode me, my hips snapping up to meet her movements, aiming to make her feel as good as possible.

I knew I needed to stop myself from coming against so soon, but it was nearly impossible with her nipping at my ear, whispering her sweet praises as Charlie watched us.

God, did Ilikebeing watched?

I forced myself to concentrate, abs flexing as I fought to ignore the tingling feeling in my lower back or the way my balls threatened to draw up.

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