Page 108 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
Avi nods. “You do.”
“So do you.” I reach for him and go on my toes, taking control of this kiss. Avi needs as much reassurance as I do.
His hands grip my hips, and he lazily sweeps his tongue over mine, caressing and savoring me until my core throbs with need and my scent is thick enough to choke.
“Open a damn window,” Trev grumbles from behind me.
“Nah. I think you need this,” Asher says. “She’s delicious, isn’t she?”
Avi breaks our kiss, and I turn my head, eager to hear Trev’s answer. His eyes burn through me. Swallowing, he rasps, “yeah,” just as Avi’s teeth sink into my skin. I gasp but hold Trev’s stare, watching him try to breathe through whatever my scent is making him feel. Avi kisses up my arm and buries his face into my neck, breathing deeply and kissing over my pulse point.
“This changes everything.” Avi’s words brush over my skin and sink into my soul.
Trev pushes off the wall and goes into his room, shutting the door with a soft click. The barrier bothers me. I want to beat it down and make him come back out, to join in whatever is about to happen, but something tells me he needs the space.
He needs time to process.
Time to regret.
