Page 15 of Omega Inked

Me:how was last night?

I stare at the screen for a second, but I don't get any response. With a frustrated groan, I shove my phone back in my pocket and start up the van, thinking about hitting the grocery store and maybe a couple other places before I head to the old yacht club to meet up with the guys.

Then my phone buzzes.

I take it out to see a text from Phoenix.

Phoenix:she went into heat. already too late for the suppressants.

"Fuck," I curse.

Me:did you break??

Phoenix:fuck no, but I've been sitting here rock hard all night while liam messes with me

Me:fuckin asshole. you good?

Phoenix:i will be once she's not in heat anymore...or once i've killed liam. either/or

I chuckle as I see another set of text bubbles pop up--this time from Liam.

Liam:what's this i hear about killing me?

Phoenix:dude seriously stop

They're fine--so much better than I thought they would be. I sigh and blow out a deep breath, grateful that my friends have more composure than I expected from them.

Me:well i'll be heading over to the rendezvous point in a few with suppressants and supplies. anything else you guys need while i'm in the city?

Phoenix:we've got it covered. i'm going to run some errands of my own. gotta get off this boat for a while.

Me:don't know if that's a good idea. what if you're scented by the acb

Phoenix:i said it's covered

Okay...so maybe he's not doing as well as I hoped.

But at least he hasn't claimed the omega, and that's a start.

6

Phoenix

IfIdon'tgetoff this goddamn boat, I'm going to lose my mind.

We spend most of the late morning and afternoon coasting around the southern edge of Solstice Bay, with Liam piloting, Olivia locked inside, and me just...well, trying to breathe. I can barely resist her--with her long, dyed pink hair, her soft brown eyes, her full red lips. I know I should try to put the claiming mark on her, so at least she's safe from the ACB...but I can't go anywhere near her.

She's too pretty, too fiery.

Too sinfully delicious.

I take a deep breath, trying to focus on anything besides Olivia's intoxicating presence. But it's impossible. Every time I so much as glance toward the cabin of the boat, my heart races and my palms begin to sweat. I can see the tension in Liam's posture, too, as he tries to keep us all safe from the danger lurking just beyond the horizon.

The ACB is out there, hunting us, and all I can think about is burying myself in Olivia.

Finally, as the sun sets on the horizon, we come to a stop on the dock outside the ruined yacht club where we agreed to meet Mercer. The van is nowhere in sight, and I figure out why when I see his text.

Mercer:running late. be there soon.

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