Page 19 of Omega Inked

"You don't have to do this," I tell her. "I promised I'd help you out, I'll help your friends...but you don't have to do this to get my attention."

"You're getting my attention," she pants, sliding her fingers up to my neck. "Even if I didn't have a heat."

Her fingertips trail up my neck, to my jawline, teasing across my lips. Touching her skin to skin is better than any drug I've ever tried. It feels like I'm going to die.

"I was trying to be a gentleman," I growl.

She snorts. "I love that you want to be a gentleman," she whispers. "But I want you to fuck me."

I clench my fists, trying not to grab her, but it doesn't work.

Game over.

This omega is mine.

I grab her and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her back inside. Olivia squeals in surprise, and I slam the door behind us with my foot. The bedroom is just to my left, and I shove the door open and toss her on the bed.

We're doing this.

Like it or not, our bodies are in control now.

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Olivia

Liamisagoodguy.

Maybe it's my heat telling me that, but I think my judgement is sound...and besides, I'm done resisting.

It was futile anyway.

I want him so bad.

My breath puffs out in a gasp as I'm tossed to the bed, my heart pounding. Liam looks bigger than he did from a distance, his shoulders squared as he takes heavy breaths and strips out of his t-shirt. His scent washes over me, musky and masculine.

I can't help but reach for him, desperate to touch him, to get his cock out and ride him until I'm satisfied.

But he moves forward fast, taking me by the shoulders and pushing me into the comforter on the king-sized bed. He kisses me hard, his teeth nipping at my lips, his fingertips bruising in their pressure.

There's this sound coming from him...a deep thrum, apurr. I've never heard it myself--the only alpha I ever met was my father, and they only do this with their mates.

Is that what I am to Liam?

My body spasms at the idea of it, my stomach twisting with need. I thrust my hips up toward Liam as I claw at his back, sliding my hands over his muscled ribs, and his purr turns to a growl.

His kiss is hard and fierce, and I feel like I'm drowning in his touch. I tug at his clothes, demanding, wanting. My heat is upon me, and I can't think of anything but this man, my mate.

Even if that's not what he is--even if he hasn't put his mark on me--I can feel myself getting off to the idea that he's about to claim me.

He presses one hand into my shoulder, pinning me down to the bed, the other sliding down my torso, my belly, and into my sweats. His fingers find my clit immediately and I buck up into his hand. He pinches it, and I cry out, my legs spasming in response, my hands reaching down to hold his hand in place.

"You're so needy, baby," he growls, his mouth crashing into mine, his tongue darting into my mouth to mingle with my own.

I can't breathe, can't think, can't do anything but respond to his touch, to beg him for more.

"Please," I choke out, "please, Liam, I need you."

My head falls back as he swiftly lowers himself down my body and nips at my neck, the sensation of his teeth on my skin like a bolt of lightning running through my body. His mouth finds my nipple through the t-shirt and he sucks on the cotton, biting down on my nipple and making me arch my back.

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