That’s the part I try to fight. I know nothing good can come from this, and now that he’s had his fill of me, will he push aside my pleas and take what he thinks I owe him now?
His dark gaze settles on me and I can’t help but see a hint of sadness there.
“Princesa…”
The door opens before he can continue, and all at once, that thick scent of smooth, sweet bourbon hits my nostrils.
My blood heats, and my pussy throbs with need as my mouth waters. I whine in frustration.
Isn’t this suppressant supposed tostopthis heat? It’s been two days, and every time Olly gives me the shot, it helps stave off the symptoms for what feels like minutes. An hour, maybe?
Don’t they have anything stronger?
I tear my gaze from Diego, feeling Gage’s eyes on me. The heat in my body surges, and I feel my body shake under his gaze, knowing he’s sizing me up.
How can he not? He’s an alpha, and I’m an omega in heat. Naked, freshly fucked.
I know all too well how having another alpha’s cum on me or inside of me can elicit their competitiveness. How they’ll fight to be the one to erase it with their own.
A strange thought pervades my psyche as I imagine Gage doing the same thing. Trying to erase Diego’s markings. Rutting me and pushing it in further before filling me with his own.
My cheeks heat as my pussy throbs, and it’s only then I hear Diego curse. My attention is pulled away, and I can see he’s already hard, adjusting himself. Panic surges as well as desire.
My omega wants more. Greedy little bitch that she is.
But I don’t know if I can take another round. My heart is beating too fast, I’m tired, and I’m sore.
Before I can say anything, before I can protest, Diego gets off of the bed and grabs my clothes first, then his own. He slides my sweats across the bed, his brown eyes meeting my gaze.
He doesn’t say a word, but his eyes say everything.
I reach one hand out and grab the clothes quickly, so he can’t grab me and pull me back into his space. So he can’t hurt me.
“I’ll take it from here, Diego,” Gage says, pulling both of our attention.
“Yes, boss. Of course.”
While they talk, I dress myself, knowing they are distracted. The sweats are warm and soft against my skin, and the immediate relief is palpable.
I watch as Diego dresses himself, watch the way the muscles in his back tense and the way the light from the room casts shadows over his hips. His form is… exquisite.
He’s not overly muscular, just enough that the definition is noticeable. His tawny skin catches the light, dark hair smattering his arms and chest that elicits my omega all over again. The desire to sink my fingers into his hair, to bite and suck that sweet, tender spot on his neck I somehowknowexists even if I haven’t tasted it.
I look away when he turns, catching my gaze. He smirks but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he saunters over to me with a lazy grin and takes my hand. I let him, unsure of what to do or what to say with all the thoughts running through me right now.
It would be so easy to clamp down on his hand and pull him in. Twist and throw him up against this corner like I had with Olly.
Olly…
The name is like a splash of cold water to my system. I need to apologize for what I've done. I’d tried earlier, but he didn’t understand.
He said he was fine, but I know all too well what it feels like to be thrown up against the wall and objectified.
I could see the discomfort in his eyes, despite the hardness of his cock.
I can’t explain it. Yes, I was feeling the brunt of my heat—but it wasn’t the same feeling of desire I get with Gage or Diego. It was…different.
Primal, almost. Ineededhim.
