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“See you later,” he calls.
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The stables are quiet when she reaches them and releases a long sigh of relief as she hurries along to Maddock’s place. He comes to the door when she calls his name and huffs and puffs, pacing about as he watches her approach. She takes his head in her hands and scratches behind his ears, leaning into him.
“At least someone’s pleased to see me,” she says, resting her cheek against his soft nose. He jolts at her and she twists her head to meet his dark eyes. “It’s okay, boy, your still my one true love. That will never change.”
The hay needs changing and his food and water topping up but first she’ll take him for a ride.
“Poor thing, have you been cooped up?”
Cantering across the fields, the Downs crouching around her, the sky vast above her head, clears her mind, even if her body is stiff and sore. The wind races through her hair, lifting the sweat from her neck and the sound of Maddock’s hooves pounding the ground seems to synchronise with the beat of her heart.
Somehow, despite the sadness that had hit her earlier, she feels free. More free than she has done for a long time. As if a weight has lifted from her shoulders.
So this is what being an Omega truly means.
All the pain and torment, all the rejection and prejudice, was worth it. Lying with an Alpha, locked with an Alpha, made all the rest of it suddenly endurable. Those Betas and their snide comments, they could never ever have what she’s just had. They’d never experience that kind of bliss. A bliss that blew her mind entirely and left her unable to describe what or who she was. Only feeling, only sensation, only passion — all consuming, burning, unstoppable passion. She smiles to herself. The Alpha has unleashed something inside — something raw and animalistic, like himself.
And she realises she no longer feels that shame. That shame that’s been hovering at her shoulder, wrapping her in its spindly embrace, creeping into her mind, ever since she learned what she was. Marring her every move, infecting her mood, hampering her decisions and her actions. But it’s gone. She searches for it, low in her belly, down in her chest, deep in her mind. Yes, the shame has gone. And in its place, acceptance. This is what she is.
What had Jack said? That Omegas were special, precious. She sees that now. Sees just how special she is. Only an Omega can handle an Alpha in full rut, only an Omega can take his knot.
And only she belongs to Jack Johnson.
Chapter Fifteen
He lies in the sordid bed thinking sordid thoughts and hating himself for it.
Yet he can’t move and he can’t stop.
The image of her naked beneath him, above him, beside him, is imprinted deep within his brain and no matter how many times he blinks it away, it slams back into view.
Fuck, but she was beautiful, magnificent. He can’t remember it being like that with any other Omega, never felt such an all-consuming need to devour any other woman.
And she’d taken it, taken him all, her body responding to his, up to the challenge of his powerful rutting.
He’s never felt so tired. But it’s a good kind of exhaustion. A physical kind. Something he has needed badly over these last few weeks. Rolling onto his side, he pulls himself up to standing and strips the filthy sheets off the bed. Her slick and his come stain the mattress, and in a way he’s glad. Now he can wallow in the most intimate of her scent whenever he likes.
He drops down on the edge of the bed and groans into his hands, shaking his head.
He’s well and truly fucked himself over, hasn’t he? Got himself tangled up with an Omega he can’t have. He can only hope she thinks it was just an Alpha helping an Omega out, that she didn’t see how much it meant to him.
He spends the rest of the day cleaning up the mess. No one will want to buy a house stinking of sex like this. So reluctantly he sprays the house with disinfectant, scrubbing with detergent, removing her scent and replacing it with something tangy and acidic. It isn’t until teatime that there is a hammering at the door. He doesn’t need to look through the spyhole. He knows who it is. He’s been expecting it all day.
Squaring his shoulders, he draws back the door. Immediately Finn rushes at him, ramming into him with his shoulder and Jack stumbles, struggling to regain his balance in time to push an angry Finn away. Then Finn comes at him again, shoving him with both hands on his chest, fury looming in his eyes, his brow pinched tight, his jaw clenched.
“What the fuck, Jack? What the fuck did you do? I told you to leave her alone!” He grabs at Jack’s collar, forcing his fist up into Jack’s chin; shirt bunching in his hand. He shakes him. “I told you to leave her alone!”
The hackles of the Alpha inside Jack rise. He’s spitting for a fight; the need to pummel his fists into Finn’s gut is overwhelming. But he battles that urge, grinding his teeth together, and pushing it down into the pit of his stomach, deep, deep down, subverting it, taming it and his arms hang limp by his sides, his hands open.
“What did you want me to do, Finn? She turned up on my doorstep, sobbing and begging me. What is it you wanted me to do?”
“What did I want you to do?!” Finn says, raising his fist, jutting his knuckles into the soft side of Jack’s chin. “Nothing! Nothing is what I wanted you to do!” Jack’s never seen Finn this angry before. Finn has always been the calm one in their friendship. The one who drags him away from a fight. Uses humour to defuse dangerous situations. If it hadn’t been for Finn, he’d probably have ended up in trouble a lot sooner than he did. “How could you do that stuff to her? You fucking monster, you’re a deviant, you’re sick man, sick!”
Jack grimaces. What has Amy told him? Has she really shared the intimate details of her heat with her brother? He can’t see it. It’s just Finn’s imagination running away with him. These Betas, who knows what they think, the rumours they tell each other, the stories. He shakes his head.
“I took care of her. I gave her what she needed and what she wanted. She is a grown fucking woman making her own choices.”
