If he flips, it could have a knock-on effect on all of us through the bond, and I can feel my hackles rising. Four angry alphas who’ve lost control and an omega in the same room is asking for fucking trouble. Harper could get hurt.
I’m halfway out of my seat when Harper stands, her hands shaking, and moves slowly over to Rogue. Hesitantly, she puts her slim hand on his back and gently strokes down it before dropping to her knees and placing her head on his thigh, leaving her neck open to his hands. The perfect act of submission. It catches my alpha in mid-snarl, Rogue’s shock and sudden arousal echoing through the bond to pull us all away from the danger zone.
Damned omega instincts.
Of course, as an omega, she’ll be able to sense and address our moods. It’s like catnip to them. It’s why we wanted her here in the first place. But all of that seems to pale into the background now compared to actually having her here in our home.
I’ve no idea why the OC didn’t consider her to be a good omega. She’s fucking perfect.
Rogue lifts his hand. Blowing out a breath, he pushes her hair away from her face gently and cups her neck with his hands, stroking his fingers down the pale column of her throat and avoiding the thick black collar that marks her as a possession of the Omega Compound. He doesn’t look away from her, and there’s a sudden tenderness in his expression that makes me twitch.
Ours.The declaration drops into my head suddenly, and I push it away.
She’s not fucking ours.
Harper lets out a breathy moan, and the mood deepens. All four of us feel the tug of arousal, and Harper’s borrowed sleep shorts do little to hide her honeyed scent from us. She can’t see us from where she is, but I have a perfect view from my seat as her legs push together, surreptitiously trying to stop the ache between her legs.
“Air,” Gabe gasps. “I need some air for a moment,” He’s gone in a flash, Ace flying out of the kitchen door behind him. The cold winter air helps to clear out some of the heavy pheromones lingering around the room, and Rogue lifts Harper’s chin up slowly.
“Good girl,” he tells her, and a whimper falls from her lips at the praise. I suddenly want to take her into every room, scent mark every cushion and wall with cinnamon so we can’t move without breathing her in.
My chair nearly tips over as I pelt after Gabe and Ace.
ChapterEighteen
Harper
Ifreeze with my head pillowed on Rogue’s thigh, his spring scent drenching me.
The movement was so instinctive that I didn’t even hesitate. I could feel the anger pouring from the pack, their scents battering me from the inside out. I just reached for Rogue without thinking, and now I’m nuzzling his thigh like he’s the blanket I wrapped myself in last night.
So much for my declaration that I wouldn’t let them bite me. Right now, I’d bend over and call Rogue master if he asked me to. I think of presenting myself to him, and shiver at the thought.
His anger settles into a low thrum. The purring reverberates through me, forcing another pulse of slick from between my legs. I’ve never responded to any alphas like I do to this pack. I’ve never had thesefeelingsbefore. I frantically rub my legs together, my body chasing something just out of reach. I’m so focused on what I’m doing that Rogue’s voice makes me jump, the velvet tones drawing a low whimper from my throat.
“Sweetheart, we need to stop now.”
I can’t stop. Call it instinct, call it desire, call it whatever the hell you want, but the last thing I want is to stop. I shake my head, whimpering.
“Don’t make me stop,” I beg, staring up at Rogue’s concerned face.
Devlin leaps up from the table with a curse, his rapidly retreating footsteps leaving me alone with an alpha and this clenching need low in my belly. I need more. I glance up at Rogue, his face full of pained need as he stares back at me.
Rogue’s hand tangles into my hair, gently gripping it without hurting me, and his purring intensifies. Oh, dear god. The sound sizzles through my veins, a vibration moving straight towards my pussy. My hips start rocking, seeking something. There’s a pushing in my abdomen, an edge of pain to the feelings running through me.
“Alpha, please,” I moan. I feelempty. The feelings take on a sharpness. It doesn’t hurt, but it feels like a warning. My body is telling me that it needs this. I sob when I push my legs together and it does nothing. I need an alpha.
In response, Rogue lifts me up so I’m suddenly straddling his thighs, my core pressed tight to the hardness in his jeans.Yes, the voice inside my head hisses.This is what we need.I start rocking mindlessly as he pulls my hair away from my face, forcing me to focus on him.
“Harper,” he groans. “We definitely shouldn’t be doing this.”
I don’t care. I’ve spent most of my life being told what I should do, what I need. I needthis, and I’m taking it. I stare into his darkening emerald eyes, the scent of cut grass entwining with cinnamon around us. Whimpering, I move back and forth over his bulge as he clenches my hair in his fist a little tighter, the slight sting causing more wetness to flow from me. I lean back, placing my hands behind me to give myself extra pressure to rub against him, my hips circling frantically.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Take what you need.”
His other hand drops to my hips and he thrusts himself up and into me, the feeling sending white-hot heat blazing down my spine.
“Fuck, yes,” I’ll beg. Ineedhim. “Please, alpha, please,”
