Page 38 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
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Jo
Either Doctor Monroe is really fucking gullible, or he's on my side.
I really hope he's on my side.
Something in my gut pulls at me, telling me that I can trust him. But that's probably just my omega, reacting like the damn hussy she is to the sexy beta doctor's mint and chamomile scent. I hadn't been able to scent it before, but after I lost my fucking mind on Tilly, it's like I can smelleverything.
Including how turned on Hayden was when he was watching me beat the shit out of the abusive bitch.
After I leave West's office, I stop in the bathroom and wash my hands, hissing as I use a wet paper towel to clean the scratches on my face. After my display in the cafeteria…I need to talk to Hayden.
I know I missed circle time because of my "emergency session" with West, so now I'm free until lunch. I decide to take Turnip back to my room before I go find my Fire Demon, because she doesn't need to witness all the filthy ways I want to claim him. Because if there's one thing I'm certain of after that whole encounter?
He's mine.
I don't know how I thought I'd be able to go back to the way things used to be after yesterday, but there's no chance of that now.
Walking into the building that houses the dorms, I'm trying to think of the different places Hayden could be. I should probably check the courtyard first, since that seems to be where he likes to spend most of his time. But then, as I approach my room, I realize I won't have to go looking for him after all.
"Fireball!" Hayden's face lights up when he sees me, and he gets up from the spot where he was sitting on the floor next to my door. "Are you—" His words are cut off by my hands fisting in his jumpsuit, and I yank him down to kiss me. He groans into my mouth, his arms wrapping around me to pull me close. My tongue slides against his, claiming him.
Without a word, I break our kiss, but keep one hand fisting in his suit as I pull him behind me and open my door. He stares at me in something like shock or wonder as I push him against the wall just inside my room, and Turnip chitters, climbing out of my pocket and disappearing into the air vent.
"I was lyin'," I tell him quickly, my eyes searching his. "To you…and to myself. You're mine, Hayden. And if you don't like it…well, then too bad. I'm keepin' you."
He laughs, a happy, carefree laugh that has my insides lighting up. "I would love nothing more than to belong to you, Fireball." He lets me move him, pushing him so he's sitting on my bed as I straddle his lap. My hands grip his hair as I take his mouth with mine, and his hands skim up my back. He lets out a low moan as I grind my aching center on his throbbing cock, and I suddenly wish that there were far less clothes between us.
I'm no stranger to sex, but it's either been for a quick release, or part of a job. It's never been with someone I care about. And Hayden? I’m finding that I care about him a whole lot.
Hayden's deep hazel eyes stare up at me, his pupils blown as his chest heaves. "I meant it when I said I want to belong to you, Jo." His words make my stomach swoop, and he lets out a moan when my fingers unconsciously grip his hair, pulling near the scalp. That'sinteresting. "I've never felt this way before, and all I know is you could fucking stomp on my balls right now and I would thank you for the brief contact. You came in like a hurricane, and now all I see, hear, fuckingsmellis you. Dammit, I wish I wasn't on that fucking instinct tamping bullshit because if this is your scentwithblockers I'd be done for. Fuckin apple pie has always been my favorite."
I'm so ready to strip him down and have my way with him, but the poor guy just keeps talking.
"Fuck," he hisses, his eyes screwed shut tight. "I want you, so so bad. However you'll let me have you. Use me. Let me make you feel good." He moans again as I pull his hair tighter, tilting his head further back as I grind against his aching cock. "I can be so good for you, I promise. Please, Jo,please."
I bite my lip, pulling his hair again, and his eyes nearly roll in the back of his head as his hips buck up against me. "You want me to useyou, Darlin'? You want to be my good boy?" I whisper, and he nods, his eyes still closed.
"Fuck yes." This is going to besomuch fun.
I step away, leaving him sitting on the bed. His eyes fly open, the briefest flash of hurt crosses his features before his gaze lands on my hands, unbuttoning my jumpsuit. My fingers move swiftly as I kick off my shoes, and in the next second, I'm stepping out of the horrid garment, bare in just my underthings. I kinda wish I had something a little more fancy, but this will have to do.
Hayden groans at the sight of me, sliding off the bed until his ass is on the ground and his head rests against the mattress. "Fuck, Fireball, I'm gonna come in my pants."
I tsk at my alpha, "Only bad boys come before they're allowed, Darlin'. And you're not a bad boy, are you?"
"I'll be whatever you want me to be." He makes grabby hands at me, and I bite back my smile as I step towards him. "If you let me taste you.Pleaselet me taste you."
I grin as I lean against my desk, bracing my hands behind me. "Take off my bottoms, Hayden."
The alpha lurches forward on his knees, his hands reaching for the white cotton, but I stop him with a bare foot to his chest. "Did I say you could use your hands, Darlin'?" His eyes go wide, and for a second, I wonder if I've pushed it too far. But then a feral smile lights up his face as he clasps his hands behind his back.
"Much better," I purr, as I lower my foot, and he keeps his hands behind his back as he runs a line up my leg with his nose, inhaling deeply.
"Fireball," he groans, and then he's taking the fabric in his teeth, andripping. I gasp as the fabric bites into my skin.
"Hayden!" I snap, my hands going to my hips as the now-useless scrap of fabric flutters to my feet. "I only get five pairs of these, and you just ripped up my underwear like a naughty puppy!"
