Page 41 of Game Over

That’d show them.

The sharp biteof Tara’s teeth piercing my flesh made me jerk back with a heavy groan, my eyes finding her blood-tinged lips with something between relief and soul deep horror.

The difference was immediate, a tether between us forming slowly at first, thin strands feebly attempting to bind until the omega’s mouth pressed back into the crook of my neck, licking and sucking at the wound. What were once feeble threads bloomed into braided rope, the bond deepening with every soft brush of her lips.

It was incredible.

It wasreckless.

It was an absolutely insane decision that would impact the three of us forever… and I didn’t care.

IwantedTara. I’d spent the last year wishing and hoping for her.

And now, by her own actions, I was hers.

Jesse chased my lips with their own, eyes opening in confusion at my sudden withdrawal.

Without a bond of his own with the little omega, it wasn’t until his gaze landed on the bite that they realized what’d happened, their hazel eyes widening in shock.

“Tara…”

Tentatively, I reached for Tara in our newfound connection. We couldn’t communicate, not exactly, but I could feel her emotions enough to catch the whispers of her bitter, unripened jealousy dissipating, replaced with smug self-satisfaction.

Was she jealous I’d kissed Jesse? Had she meant to bite them, too long in the heat that she’d accidentally sunk her teeth into the wrong person?

I couldn’t be sure, but it’d make the most sense. They’d been dating for a while, and it seemed like things were going really well. Sure, we’d met before at the clinic, but it was only one heat.

Just because I thought it was life changing… I mean I wasn’t really the kind of guy who had an ego. Certainly not a big enough one to delude myself into thinking Tara had felt the same about me.

I froze, my eyes finding Jesse’s in a reflection of their own shock.

“Alpha,” she whined, pulling me towards her. “My alpha. I need you,please.”

Maybe… Maybe it was me.

Which honestly, might be worse.

Jesse recovered from the surprise faster than I did, their face going carefully blank. The beta had always been somebody whose face was even louder than their words. This new, flat version was decidedly a warning sign that things were not good.

I'd only ever seen this spooky expression once before, in a similarly serious situation where we’d bumped into his girlfriend—ex now—making out with some alpha in a club.

If he equated the two things I was well and truly fucked.

Stealing his girlfriend had to be friendship ending shit, right?

But then… there was thatkiss.

Friends sharing a girl didn’t kiss like that, right? Didn’t have chemistry flow between them that easily?

Tara whined again and my instincts called to me, telling me I had to help my omega.

My omega.

Fuck, I couldn’t believe that was now true. Whether she came out of this heat and regretted it or not, we were bonded, and we would need to make it work.

For now I turned back to Tara, focusing on her needs. I rutted into her hard, unable to make myself go gentle.Mine, mine, mine, rang through me with every thrust. The need to bond, to be with her, that I denied a year ago rearing its head.

“Charlie, please,” she begged, her voice breathless.

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