Page 6 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
“How you doing, mate?” Finn says more seriously.
“Fine,” Jack snaps. “You coming in or not.”
Finn nods and Jack pivots around, taking a step down the hallway. It’s then he smells her, a whiff of her scent carried inside by the breeze.
Jack freezes, his hackles rising. Maybe they were right after all. He spins and gets a glance of her, hanging behind her brother.
Finn steps inside the front door and Jack grips the top of his arm, leaning into his ear. “What’s she doing here?” he hisses.
Finn’s eyes flick to his and he pats his shoulder. “She’s come to help, Jack.”
He grinds his teeth. He doesn’t need an Omega in his house. Especially not this Omega. It’s been almost a week since he stumbled upon her and her mouth-watering scent in the pub; a scent that has been lingering on the tip of his tongue for the past seven days and driving him mad.
Finn pushes him aside and continues down the corridor. Amy steps up into the doorway.
“It’s fine.” Jack tells her, his hand tight on the doorframe, his muscles flexing as he breathes through his mouth, trying not to inhale her. “I don’t need your help.”
Her deep brown eyes skirt over his body fleetingly, so quick he could almost miss it, and he groans inwardly as her scent swirls in approval, his dick stirring in response. It would be interested and paying attention to any Omega within his immediate radius. It’s why he doesn’t want her here.
Her face shows nothing but confusion, her brow creasing in puzzlement.
“I don’t mind helping,” she says, stepping off the doorstep and peering up at him. She smiles brightly, that smile he remembers from when she was a kid, her nose crinkling.
He takes a menacing step towards her, about to send her away, when his aunt’s voice calls from within.
“Is that you, Amy?”
She draws her gaze away from his and over his shoulder. “Yes, it is. Hi, Julie.”
“I’m upstairs. Can you come give me a hand?”
Amy keeps her eyes locked away from his. “Sure,” she calls, ducking under his arm before he can stop her and hurrying up the stairs. He slams the door in frustration and stalks to the kitchen where Finn has helped himself to a cup of coffee.
“Put some clothes on, will you, Jack?” he says, the tease there in his voice.
“Amy’s an Omega.”
Finn places his mug down on the counter and nods.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
Finn eyes him. “Why would I tell you?” he says.
“Because…”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Finn asks, his tone now noticeably more aggressive.
“Of course I do. Don’t give me that shit. You know how these things work.”
“I do, do I?” Finn’s fists ball by his sides. “She’s my sister.”
They stand there, glaring at each other, the kitchen clock ticking loudly behind Finn and the fridge humming. Then something in Finn seems to shift. His shoulders slump and he shakes his head. “Just leave her alone, okay, Jack? Things have been hard for her — things have been hard for all of us. It came as a shock, finding out she was an Omega. It happened so late, and she’s the only one in our family. Plus, there were people in the village …” He shakes his head again.
Jack’s anger wanes, the tension in his own shoulders dissipating. “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me,” he mutters to the floor.
“Because it was none of your business and it was not my information to tell.”
He should let it lie, but the irritation is still there in the pit of his stomach, baiting him, not helped by the sweet Omega scent wafting through the house. “I just would’ve appreciated a warning that’s all. It took me by surprise.”
