Page 31 of The Rejected Omega

“No! He’s just a classmate. Now open the door. You’re being irrational.”

“I don’t like it. This hour ismine.”

I ignore the thrill that sends shooting to my core.

“The sooner you?—”

“If I let him in, you’re going to eat my muffin,” he growls.

I can’t help but laugh. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m not eating your fucking apology muffins, Connor.”

Something shifts in his eyes, then he shrugs, twists the lock on the door, and sits back down.

I’m fuming now. I march toward the door, and Connor kicks his feet up against the wall to block my path.

I huff out a breath and go to step over him. But he’s tall, and it’s awkward—like trying to step over an especially high baby gate, but that baby gate is a snarling alpha.

“Uh-uh.”

He snakes a leg around mine and yanks me toward him. Off balance, I stumble into him. I clutch at his chest to right myself. My waist is trapped between his thighs.

I go completely still. My heart thunders in my chest. He’s so muscular and warm beneath his clothes. And this close, hisscent is potent. It’s been so long since I’ve touched him. I want to stop, but if I move my hands, he’ll be supporting my entire body weight with his. I’m practically in his lap already.

His eyes are dark and searching as he looks down at me. He tips my chin up with his index finger and squeezes me with his thighs.

“Are you going to eat my muffin?”

I nod silently.

“Good girl. Now get rid of him.”

Heat pulses between my legs, stronger than I’ve felt in years. If I slick right now, I’m fucked. Literally.

Then Connor opens his legs, and I slide onto the floor. I spit and hiss at him as I struggle to stand then make my way to the door. I’m flushed and out of breath when I swing it open.

Lance is standing there, looking confused. I take the bag of food from his hands as Connor scowls at us.

“Sorry, Lance. Thank you so much for the food. We’re in the thick of it right now, though. Gotta get back to it.”

“Uhh, right.”

“Leave, Lance.”

I shoot a glare over my shoulder at Connor, then flash Lance a chagrined smile.

“Ignore him.”

“Wouldn’t advise that,” Connor says.

“You’re Connor Masters,” Lance says. “The swimmer.”

“In the flesh.”

“You’re in tutoring? I thought you were a triple threat, dude. Alpha, athlete, uhm…I can’t think of a word for smart that begins with ‘A.’”

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