Page 58 of The Rejected Omega

Connor flattens his palm and slips his hand beneath the waistband of my jeans and panties.

His fingers have barely grazed the seam of my lips when the blare of a horn blasts through the cab. A semi speeds past us, painting the car in shadow.

We both go deathly still. There’s plenty of space between us and the eighteen-wheeler, but it’s the wake-up call we both needed.

I crawl back to the passenger seat and yank the handle of his car door open, half spilling out of it when I realize how steep the ditch is.

"Lana!"

I catch myself with my hands. Dirt and gravel bite into my skin, and my knees are scraped, but the haze of lust has cleared some.

Connor exits and walks around the car to me.

“How bout that walk?” I squeak. My body is still lit up, blood rushing and nerves sparking in that awful state of denied climax.

Connor stands several yards away, taking deep breaths that expand his diaphragm.

“I’m sorry. That was too much.”

I’m torn between agreeing with him and vehemently disagreeing.

He tears his fingers through his hair. “I know I have no claim to you, but my alpha—he thinks otherwise sometimes.”

I swallow.

“Warn me if you’re going to come around smelling like another alpha again. Please.”

“You’re not going to murder Roy if you come across him on campus, are you?”

“What’s Roy’s last name?”

I bite back a grin.

“He’s not even attracted to women, if that makes you feel any better. My old roommate. We both smelled god awful to each other.”

Connor scrubs the back of his neck. “That ought to make me feel better, but the thought ofanyalpha’s scent on you—. Fuck, I don’t know what’s going on with me.”

I gesture toward the thicket of woods. “There’s a hiking trail near here.”

Connor gives a stiff nod. “Let’s go. Need to let the car air out.”

“I could call a ride?—”

“No,”he snarls. Then takes another breath. “I don’t think I can handle watching you leave with someone else. Let’s just walk.”

We hike in silence for a few miles, Connor keeping a healthy distance from me.

Being in the woods clears my senses somewhat. It reminds me of the night of the mating ceremony, when Connorwasn’tthere. We’re not far from the piece of land the ceremonies are held on.

It sends my thoughts down a dark path. Am I letting him get too close? I nearly ground myself to orgasm in his lap. Much longer off the suppressants, and he’ll be able to recognize me as his mate.

I’m doing a great job at setting myself up for heartbreak.

“What’s wrong?”

I turn around to face him with a frown, walking backwards. “What gave it away?”

“Your scent is like a fucking air raid siren to me right now, Lana. It’s impossible to miss.”

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