Page 7 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
Finn raises his eyes to meet his. “Like I said, leave her alone.” He picks up his coffee and takes a sip. “Now, what do you want me to help with?”
Jack takes a deep exhale, blowing away the agitation through his teeth. “I think if we start with all the junk in the sitting room. My mum was such a hoarder. So much crap’s in there.” He motions to the chairs around the kitchen table. “Let me get dressed and we’ll work through it together.”
Finn nods, taking a seat and Jack bounds out and up the stairs, holding his breath as the Omega’s scent intensifies. As soon as he reaches his room, he makes a grab for his packet of suppressants and swallows two tablets down dry, letting the chemicals do their magic and calm the raging lust thundering through his body.
As he tugs on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he dissects Finn’s words. It is unusual for an Omega girl to be born to two Betas, usually they run in the family, and besides that they are not as common these days. He’s not surprised it’s caused problems in Finn’s family, and for Amy.
And then he mulls over Finn’s warning to leave Amy alone. He knew what the hidden intention was behind those words. It’s not only that she’s his sister’s — out of bounds and off-limits — it’s the fact that Finn knows in great detail what goes down between an Alpha and Omega. They’d spent their teenage nights pouring over it, Jack recounting his growing number of encounters with Omegas. It had always fascinated the other boys. He’d been a legend to them. A fierce sexual pioneer doing things to women they could only dream of. But now those women include his sister, it seems Finn is not so keen on the idea.
Jack can’t decide if he feels outraged and disappointed by it, or oddly understanding.
But he forgets about it as he and Finn set to work in the living room, their usual banter quickly returning. He’s collected several boxes over the last week and they fill them with his mum’s ornaments and her books from the cabinet. Finn tries to persuade him that he should sell them on eBay. Jack doubts they are worth anything but he could be wrong, his mum had an eye for a bargain. But it doesn’t matter. He wants it all out of the house. Out of his sight. It reminds him of too much. So he’ll take them to the charity shop in Chichester — at least then it will be going to a good cause.
At midday, Finn starts to moan about being hungry so Jack goes to the kitchen to fetch some packets of crisps. At the door, he halts. Amy is there, with her back to him, balancing on her tiptoes, rifling through a cupboard.
For a moment he allows himself the indulgence of running his gaze all over her, eating up the curves of her flesh, unable to help but admire the outline of her and wallow in her scent. She must sense he’s there because her arse wiggles seductively and he’s sure she’s probably not even aware. An open invitation, a signal telling him exactly what she wants. Despite the suppressants, his dick twitches alert in his pants. He shoves his hands deep inside his pockets and stalks inside, coming right up behind her, observing with satisfaction as she senses his displeasure and freezes.
“What are you doing here, Omega?” he growls right into her ear, his voice deeper and more guttural than usual. “Don’t you know, an Omega shouldn’t just turn up at an Alpha’s house unannounced? It’s asking for trouble.” He licks his lips and bends in closer, his breath ruffling the fine hairs on the nape of her neck. “Don’t you know I’m trouble.”
She turns, her body brushing against his in a way he’d find flirtatious if he wasn’t so pissed off.
She peers up at him frowning, her brow pulled taut over her eyes and stares at him through her long eyelashes. “Why are you being such a dickhead, Jack?” she whispers, her tone almost hurt.
“Because an Omega should know better.” He leans into her more, his face mere millimetres from hers, his own forehead creased in disapproval. “You shouldn’t turn up at an Alpha’s house, unannounced and unblockered. It’s dangerous. Just like working in a pub is dangerous. Your scent could have any Alpha in a 10 mile radius seeking you out.” He shakes his head at her. The thought occurring to him as he says the words that perhaps that is exactly why she’s not on blockers, exactly what she wants, his best friend’s little sister. The idea disgusts him. “What are you doing, Omega?”
“I am not doing anything. Apart from helping you out.” She tilts forward, showing him she is not intimidated. “God! I forgot how much of an arsehole you are.”
His nostrils flare at the insult. An Omega shouldn’t be calling an Alpha names. Especially not in his home.
Her eyes dance over his face as if she is trying to read his thoughts. “You are not the only Alpha in the village anymore, Jack. Just because everyone worshipped you at school, doesn’t mean we still do.” Her eyes flash with anger. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I am only giving you a bit of friendly advice, Omega,” he snarls, taking a step away, trying not to stare down at the outline of her tits rising and falling with her angry breaths, visible just on the peripheral of his vision. “It seems you understand nothing.”
“About what?” she snaps in clear disgust.
“Alphas — you seem to know nothing about them otherwise you wouldn’t be here, you wouldn’t be walking around without blockers, and you wouldn’t be working in a pub.”
She snorts. “That’s rich coming from you. You could try taking some blockers yourself.” She flings back her head, tossing her hair from her face. “Don’t worry, Jack. I know all there is to know about Alphas.” And she marches out of the kitchen not meeting his eye as she does.
He watches her go, smelling the anger and revulsion in her scent, hoping that means she’ll stay the hell away from him.
He grabs the packets of crisps and heads back to Finn.
Ten minutes later, he hears footsteps on the stairs and the front door slams, followed soon after by his aunt who comes to stand in the doorway with her hands on her hips.
“Jack,” she says sternly. “What did you do?”
He looks up at her, ignoring the side-eye from Finn. “What do you mean?” he says.
“Did you scare Amy off?” His aunt peers at him through her glasses.
His mum could always tell if he was lying, he’s not sure his aunt can — not that he cares.
“Nothing to do with me,” he says.
“She was doing me a favour. She was doing you a favour,” his aunt says, not seeming to want to let it go.
He scrubs his hand over his forehead, rubbing his temples. His headache is returning. “And how do you even know her?” he asks.
