Page 18 of Omega Inked

"I'll explain later," I mutter.

"But--"

I turn around with a snarl.

"You need to go inside," I snap.

Her attitude changes completely, and she leans forward on the railing above--almost like she's provoking me. "Or what?"

"If you stay out here...fuck, I promise I'll help you, I'll do whatever you want...but if you don't go inside right fucking now..."

"Go on," her voice drifts down from the balcony, suddenly more confident.

"I'm going to come in there and fuck you senseless if you don't go inside."

We both stay there for a second, completely still.

Then she turns around...but I call out one more thing before she goes.

"And lock the door!" I roar.

I hear her footsteps on the deck...the door slam. Five more minutes, then I can alpha out and act like a monster, if only for a second. Once that door is locked, I can let go of the railing.

I sense her at the door.

But it doesn't lock.

It opens.

I take a deep breath and hold it in my lungs as her scent rolls out of the door. Then I hear her footsteps...close now.

Fuck me.

Fuck.

"What are you doing?" I mutter.

She's right behind me. I can feel her body heat, then her hands around my waist...and she's grabbing me. Holding me.

Double fuck.

"I'm inviting you in," she whispers.

It's all I can do not to turn around and throw her over my shoulder.

"You don't need to do this," I grit out. "I'm trying to be a gentleman right now."

I feel her head press into my back, and she wraps her arms around me, just under my ribs. Her hands are so soft, but they hold me so tight.

She's so close.

I glance down...and I can see her pink hair, blowing gently in the breeze. The side of her face is right there, the soft skin of her neck...and...

I can smell her.

Her scent is so strong now--stronger than mine--and it's making me almost delirious. I can feel my body responding, and I'm afraid that if I don't pounce on top of her, I'm going to lose my shit.

"I thought I could stand to go through my heat without this, but you smell so good," she drawls, her face pressed against my shirt. She inhales deeply, groaning as she exhales, her fingers gripping my t-shirt.

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