Page 35 of Your Wild Omega

I reach out and link my arms around his neck. “Yes, Zack.” Belatedly, I point to our front door. “Inside.”

Zack’s eyes narrow and he swoops down and picks me up, lifting me like I weigh nothing. I might be an alpha with a slighter frame, but I’m still a solid hundred fifty pounds. His malted barley scent, always strong, flares thicker.

“How about you guys head out for lunch?” Red asks, her voice lilting with delight as Zack tows her behind him. She grabs a card from her pocket and flicks it at Pierce. “My treat.”

“Ma’am, we can’t—”

The door slams behind us, shutting off the agent’s protest. Red perfumes, spreading scorched macadamia flavor across my tongue. I’m already aroused, and that scent makes me rock hard in seconds.

And Zack? He snarls in a desperate way that sends fresh heat shocking through me. Like he can’t wait a second longer. I thread my fingers through his coarse hair, tracing the scars on his scalp, signs of the cold, cruel life he’s lived so far. But now Red and I get the privilege of teaching this wild man about love.

“Hello!” Ozzie chirps from his cage around the corner.

“Hi, Ozzie,” Red calls cheerily. “We’re a bit busy now.”

“Hello, hello,” the bird parrots, making us grin.

Zack dives his nose into my collar, every indrawn breath tickling my sensitive skin.

When he lifts his face, a rigid determination shines in his expression. He curls his fingers around his leather collar, collecting the dangling leash with a twist of his thumb. My pulse turns frantic as his lips quiver a few times.

He silently tests his words, and then declares, “Orf. Off.”

Fuck me. That’s a new word for him, although he’s obviously heard us use it. Our feral’s exerting his independence, and it’s exhilarating.

I meet Red’s gaze over his muscled shoulder, and she presses her fingertips to her lips, covering a smile. It might be too soon to tell, but it strikes me that Zack already understands the difference in what’s required of him outside versus in our own home.

How far might he run with that idea?

Red passes me the tiny key from a chain around her neck, and I insert it into the lock on the collar. I think the security is more symbolic, really, in a BDSM way, but after Agent Pearce’s suggestion, we figured it was one more deterrent against Zack getting into trouble in public. After the lock clicks, I pull the collar out from the metal clip and let it slide free.

Zack releases my ass, and I flow down his body to stand, not missing the boner poking out through his ripped trouser seams. I’d better sew the tear up before Callisto sees it. Our feral alpha cages me against the wall, one big, roughened hand sliding down over my hip to grasp my thigh. So possessive.

“Ask,” he mutters, mouth hovering an inch from mine.

“Yes,” I whisper, and his lips close on mine.

Zack knows what he’s doing now. His mouth presses to mine, damp and burning hot. A whimper slips free of my throat, and he dives his tongue into my mouth as if to coax more moans from me.

The alpha splays his palm over my chest, questing. I reach between us, pressuring his big body away enough so I can reach my corset laces. When I pull, he tenses, that muscular hand slamming me back against the wall hard enough to make my breath sputter.

“Zack!” Red warns sharply.

“It’s okay,” I say raggedly. “I actually—” Fuck, heat burns through my cheeks as I realize what I’m admitting.

“You what?” Red asks, suspicion darkening her tone.

“I like it.” I throw my hand up to cover my face as heat roars through my cheeks. Is it because I’ve had so much rough sex in the past that I got used to it? Or is it because I want to surrender to his raging masculinity? Maybe I’m just a simp for the ones I love, and this feral alpha has scorched his name on my heart.

Ignoring my plight, Zack hunkers down and studies the laces on my corset, tugging on the ends until it comes loose. I guide hisfingers to the row of tiny hooks used to tighten the clothing over my waist and chest and he frees the lacing until the whole thing’s loose enough to scoot over my hips and drop to the floor.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself for defeating the lace-and-boning obstacle. With that sexy smile on his face, he clasps both my hips, fingers extending all the way around my ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Zack,” I mutter, balancing on his shoulders. A silent instinct reminds me how much trust he’s showing by taking this lower position before me. His thumbs catch in the lace of my underwear and he pulls, making me gasp as the fabric strains tight around my aching cock.

Red leans over his shoulders to undo Zack’s vest buttons, and he takes her weight without even getting off balance. Another faint moan slips through my parted lips as he drags my underwear free.

Zack rises and holds my collarbone with one hand, turning sideways to give Red access to his clothes. “Off,” he says again.

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