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“Then what? What do you want from me? Do you want me to say I purred at you because your alpha nearness set the omega inside me on fire when you touched me and showed me kindness in a hostile situation? Is that what you want? There, you have it. Now go and leave me the hell alone!”
She turns her back to me. I know she has tears in her eyes. I saw their glint, and now I feel like the worst man on the planet for making her cry.
“Was it just the situation?” I ask so quietly that I’m not even sure if she heard me. “Or was it something more?” I should leave this and her alone, but I can’t. Her purr reached my soul and touched a part of me that has remained off limits. I cannot get the sound of it out of my head.
“What more do you want me to say?” she whispers.
Having no answer to that, I remain silent and unmoving. Suddenly, she spins around and flies at me, clutching my t-shirt in her small hands as she drags me into her personal space.
There isn’t an alpha in the land that could stop me from doing what her actions are screaming for me to. I fist my hand in her hair and kiss her, forcing her lips apart with my tongue, so I can wrap it around hers while I press myself closer to her soft body. She reacts quickly, devouring my mouth as she kisses me back fervently, a delicious mewl escaping her throat before she lets out a full-on purr that makes my dick go so hard, it’s painful.
I can’t help but growl at her in response, raking the nails of my other hand down the side of her neck. I tug on her hair, pulling her head back so my mouth grazes over her chin and down her throat. Drawing a deep breath, I pull her scent into my lungs, allowing it to surround me, and consume me.
“Sugar,” I murmur, wanting to hear it come from my lips.
“Ah,” she cries out, dropping her head back to give me access to the base of her throat.
The vanilla scent of her rushes over me as she goes damp between her legs. I don’t need to be an expert on omegas to know she is producing slick, which means she is turned on. Without even thinking about my next move, I untangle my fingers from her hair and roughly pull the gown apart to expose her perfect tits to me, their rosy nipples peaked and inviting me to suck them. She doesn’t stop me; in fact, she encourages me. Her fingers tighten in my hair, drawing my head down to her left nipple. I suck it into my mouth while my hands push the gown from her body, leaving her naked and gorgeous in my arms, a pearl necklace dropped between her breasts.
I don’t pause for even a second to question this. We are an alpha and an omega locked in a passionate struggle that neither one of us wants to stop. I pop my mouth off her nipple and pick her up. She wraps her legs around me and kisses me, claiming my mouth, my body and my soul with the sensual twisting of her tongue around mine. Turning, I drop her lightly on the bed and fall between her legs, pushing them open and seeing the glisten of her slicked-up pussy that is begging me for attention.
“Sugar,” I pant. “What is this?” The rational side of my brain is fighting to get free of her heady scent.
“I don’t know,” she rasps, shoving my head between her legs. She cries out when I attach my mouth to her clit, sucking it before I flick it with my tongue and then gently tug it between my teeth. She arches her back, gushing slick into my mouth. Her skin has gone feverish, signifying that she has blown straight past her pre-heat and landed directly in full heat. It has forced my rut to the surface, which wasn’t due for another two months.
I groan as I feel the knot at the base of my cock throbbing to inflate inside her.
“Sugar,” I murmur before I tongue fuck her slowly, trying to calm this thing down before we both combust with the flames of our passion. Sliding two fingers inside her, I pull my mouth back and look up at her in absolute rapture. She is writhing on the bed, desperate for a climax to strike, and I want to give it to her, even though I know she is using me. This has nothing to do with me but the fact that I can give her a knot which she needs to draw her heat back before it becomes too much for her to bear, incapacitating her. I wanted it to be more, but I’m not a fool.
As much as it hurts, I can’t walk away.
I won’t.
She can use my body to ease her discomfort, but it won’t stop me from falling head over heels for her.
It’s too late, anyway.
I fell the second she purred at me in the van.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Cain
“Cesca,” Quinn murmurs to his wife before she lays me out flat and eats my face off.
Yeah, I get why he jokes about that now. She is a fucking hellcat. The fire in her flies against everything an omega should be, she rises above it, and that makes me extremely cautious and a little bit suspicious. It’s almost like she has alpha qualities yet is hiding in plain sight as an omega. Does Quinn know about this? Or suspect, at the very least?
“I wish I knew,” I say, needing to say something. “We got split up in the fucking bank.” I give Francesca a powerful glare, letting her know I think this is all her fault. I don’t give a shit now. Quinn is going to kill me regardless, so I might as well go down with my fists flying.
She hisses at me, hooking her fingers into claws, her nails flashing wildly close to my eye.
Quinn pulls her back before the alpha inside me lashes out. Not that I would. I would never hurt a woman, but I guess he isn’t sure about that and is protecting his wife. It’s fair enough. He’s seen me kick enough heads in to know I don’t hold back.
“Start at the beginning,” Quinn says gruffly.
He’s taking this remarkably well, considering.
The calm before the storm.
