Page 44 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
“It was easy,” George buts in, “We all managed to finish it, which is more than we did in the mocks.”
“That’s good,” she says, and there’s a long awkward pause. “I’ll see you at home, Finn.”
“Sure.”
Jack hears her swivel on the course grass, and he peeks out from under his eyelashes to watch her walk away, back to her waiting friends.
“Mate,” George says, and when Jack turns to look at him, there’s a smirk on his face as he addresses Finn. “What happened to your sister? She got seriously hot.”
“She’s fifteen,” Jack mutters.
“And hot,” George says, twisting to wink at him.
“Amy?” Finn plucks a handful of dried grass and chucks it at his friend. “Nah. She’s all skin and bones”
She is. He’s right. She’s almost flat chested and has no arse to speak of. But she has a pretty face. She’s always had a pretty face.
George rests back on his elbows. “Do you think she likes older guys?”
Finn’s carefree expression, darkens. “Mates don’t do things with their mate’s sisters. It’s not right. And like Jack said, she’s fifteen. Don’t be a fucking paedo.”
George flushes. “I’m not a paedo,” he mutters.
“Good, because my dad would murder you if you laid one finger on her and I don’t want to be responsible for knowing I could’ve prevented your premature death.” Finn’s tone lightens again and the threat that seemed to hang in the air only seconds before, lifts with his words.
Jack smiles to himself, knowing there’s no way George will try anything on with Amy when Finn’s forbidden it.
Chapter Sixteen
She leaves it five days. She’s busy catching up on schoolwork and putting in shifts at the pub, and she’s curious to see if he’ll be the first one to break this stalemate that’s formed between them. But five days is as much as she can allow herself before she’s back on his doorstep, banging on the door, demanding to be let in.
He answers the door wearing only grey sleep bottoms, his hair a tangled mess and his face heavy with sleep. The first hint of winter mingles in the breeze, frigid against her face and the trees behind his house are bare and empty.
His shoulders slump when he sees her, as if he’s too exhausted for a fight.
“You can’t be here, Omega.” His tone is almost pleading, not the angry, aggressive tone he used the first time he’d told her off on this doorstep.
“Why?” She steps up onto the porch and lifts her chin. He’s so much bigger than she is and she can almost feel the heat radiating from him, a power and energy in every fibre of his well-built body. Even now, when he looks utterly defeated, there is a strength to him that sets her gland tingling.
His hand rests on the edge of the door, blocking her entry and his eyes are almost grey like the sky, dimmed.
“We’ve been through this,” he says and his bicep bulges as he grips the door and she can’t help the flicker of a memory, of that strong arm wrapped around her waist as he drew her back onto him and worked her into oblivion.
“I was here a week ago.”
“For your heat. A onetime thing. Me helping you out, that is all.”
“Oh, a favour was it?” she says, stepping right up to him. She yanks down the collar of her jumper. “Is this what you call helping out?” His eyes flip to the purple marks along her clavicle. “Doing your duty, were you? Gritting your teeth and clapping your eyes shut and just getting through it.”
He shakes his head and frowns at her. “You’re an inexperienced baby who doesn’t know how these things work.”
“Don’t bullshit me, Jack.”
His jaw tightens. “Why are you here, Amy?”
“You already know the answer to that.”
“We’ve talked about it already. I told you it was a one off.”
