Page 17 of Omega Inked

Liam

I'montheverybrink of losing control.

The only thing that was keeping me distracted was Phoenix--telling myself I was more composed than he was--and now he's gone, I don't have anything to do.

The only person here is Olivia.

Gorgeous, sweet, strong Olivia...in heat.

I growl and grip the side of the boat, inhaling the scent of salty ocean air to desperately try and drown out Olivia's. I didn't think I could possibly want her more, but it seems like her scent is getting stronger. If Phoenix comes back...

"Hey," a quiet voice says.

I jerk my head around, looking up to find her standing on the top deck. Her pink hair blows in the breeze--straight toward me--and her arms are wrapped around herself. She looks beautiful, even in the too-big black sweatpants and t-shirt she got from the bathroom.

I try to ignore the urge that's building up inside me, but it's getting harder to resist. Olivia's scent is intoxicating, and I can feel my will slipping away. I clench my fists, trying to regain control of myself as I look up at her.

I've been kind to her.

I don't want her to see this side of me...the monster who wants to bend her over and rut.

"Hey," I manage to say, my voice strained. "What are you doing up here?"

"I was getting cabin fever," she says, taking a step closer to me. "I needed some fresh air."

I can feel her heat radiating off of her, even from down here, and it's making it difficult to think straight. I try to focus on anything else, but my mind keeps drifting back to her. I can feel my body responding to her, and I know that I need to get away before I lose control completely.

"You should go back inside," I grit out.

I glance up at her just in time to see her frown.

"I wanted to ask, before I go," she says. "I have...I have friends that need help. I wanted to know if we could help them after I'm done with my heat."

My fingers close around the railing until my knuckles are white, my alpha instincts warring with the spark of concern I get at her words.

"What friends?" I ask.

Her voice is quiet when she replies. "Their names are Jade and Kendra," she says. "They're...they're trapped in the city. We were all planning on getting out."

I snap one hand up to rub my brow, my head pounding. I want her so much...and there's so much to do.

So many people to help.

"Of course we'll help them," I tell her, my jaw clenching. "That's what we do."

"Who even are you guys?" she starts.

I want to tell her everything--and maybe telling her, forcing my brain to think and my mouth to speak, will help.

"We're smugglers, Olivia," I murmur. "Obviously."

"Like...of people?" she asks.

I shrug. "People, suppressants, drugs...a little bit of everything."

"And the Enclave isn't just a tattoo parlor?"

Yeah...this isn't working.

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