Page 32 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
She slows her pace ever so slightly. Wondering if she’s imagining it. Wondering if the thought of him has conjured up his scent in her nose. But as she sucks down another breath, she knows she’s not imagining it. It is his scent rushing towards her on the wind. He’s somewhere among the trees — how far away, she can’t tell. She slows a little more, listening intently for him. And there it is: the snap of a branch, the pad of feet. She keeps running, although she is sure he is gaining on her, his scent growing stronger and her skin already reacting to the richness of his smell.
The slap of his feet becomes louder on the ground behind her and she knows he’s not far behind, mere metres perhaps. Her own pace slackens in response, as if her body somehow wants him to catch her. Then she hears the sound of his breath rushing from his lungs in fierce pants. He’s there, right behind her. She slows and stops, hunching over, her palms on her thighs, gasping for breath. Above them, the wind rattles through the branches, knocking them together in claps that almost sound taunting.
She rolls up to standing and twists to face him. His eyes are fierce, so fierce it halts the ragged breath in her throat.
She expects him to speak.
He doesn’t.
He comes towards her. Quick long strides backing her against the trunk of a rough oak tree, cupping his hand around the back of her neck, the other gripping at her hip and capturing her mouth with his.
She responds immediately. No time for thought. The reaction instantaneous. Instinctual. She kisses him back, her hands clutching at his damp shirt, yanking him closer. His mouth and face are moist too and slippery with his sweat. He smells stronger than he ever has, his scent whipping up her nostrils, invading her mind and her body. His tongue does the same, there is no politeness to it, he forces his way between her lips, plunging into her mouth, exploring her gums and the wet side of her lips, the tip running along the edges of her teeth.
It is too much. She melts into the feel of him, the touch of him, his hand firm against her quivering gland, his fingers digging into the flesh of her belly, his hard body pressed against her and his tongue deep in her mouth. She catches it between her lips and sucks on it, allowing it to slip in and out of her mouth. She can smell what that does to him, what it does to her, wetness flooding from between her thighs and marking the air between them with its rich aroma.
He jumps away. Alarm swimming in his eyes. As if he suddenly realises what he’s doing. The force of his movement sends her tumbling forward but he holds out his hand to stop her.
“No,” he says, shaking his head with force, “no, we can’t do this.”
She peers up at him. “Why? We both want this. I know you want me and I want you too.”
He continues to shake his head, turning from her and beginning to walk away.
“Is it because of Finn? It’s none of his business. There’s nothing wrong with this, it’s natural.”
He halts, refusing to turn, his words thrown over his shoulder, “It is unnatural. I’ve known you since you were a kid.”
“I’m not a kid anymore. I’m a woman and you fucking well know it. I don’t need my brother sticking up for me anymore.”
“You’re still acting like a kid.”
“And you never stop being one. Always running away, Jack Johnson.”
He spins on his heels and rushes at her, slamming her back against the trunk, his mouth hovering over hers, his eyes boring down on her, dark like the sea in the midst of a storm.
“Don’t play with fire, little Omega. You don’t want me to stop running.”
“I do,” she pants, running her tongue over her bottom lip and peering up at him. He leans into her body, the force and the power of it a hint of everything he could do to her if he wanted.
“Well, I don’t.” He closes his eyes, his nostrils flaring and she doesn’t believe a word of it. The internal battle to regain control raging all over his face.
“Go then, Alpha,” she whispers, her voice throaty and needy, and he squeezes his eyes shut tighter. Then he stumbles back.
“Go!” she yells at him even though she doesn’t know if he hears because he’s already racing away through the woods, leaving her there with her heart pounding and her cunt throbbing. She wants him so very badly. Why won’t he just take her? Is she that repulsive? That inadequate? She scrabbles among the dead leaves for a stone, lobbing it in his direction even though he’s long gone and then she does the same again and again until her shoulder aches with the force. Then she picks up her feet and sprints back towards the stables.
She is calmer by the time she runs into the stable yard, although she’s breathing hard, sweat streaming down her brow and her clothes wet.
Sara comes out of her office and gives her a disapproving look. Amy struts straight past her to Maddock’s stable. However, it seems Sara wants to pick at her today and she follows her along the path.
“I’ve told you before, Amy, this is a respectable stable.”
What the fuck does she mean by that? Amy spins to face her and Sara’s top lip curls in disgust as she gets an up-close look at Amy’s sweaty appearance.
“What?” Amy says.
“You’ve been running up on the Down with that Alpha.” Her lips curl a second time when she says those last words.
Amy stares at her open-mouthed. How can she know that? “I went for a run on my own.”
