“When did you notice you couldn’t vacate? Immediately after, or was there initial resistance upon inflation?”
I watch as Auryn pulls away from his chest. She looks at me with watery eyes.
“I’ve never been knotted before. Is this normal?” she asks warily.
“No.” I don’t sugarcoat the truth. I couldn’t if I tried. “But locking isusuallysomething that happens when an alpha female traps an omega male, not…the other way around.”
“Great, so they really fucked up with me,” she murmurs. I don’t have time to process those words; instead, I file them away and focus on the task at hand.
“How long has it been?” I say, trying to figure out the time the bodies were dropped off in my lab and now. About…six hours.
“I don’t know!” Gage bites.
“Well, if you knotted her around midnight, it’s six-thirty, so that’s a good six hours. Alphas aren’t known to lock past six hours, so I’d say if this is the case, you should be able to come unglued in about….fifteen minutes?”
“Fifteen minutes?” Auryn hisses.
“Unless—” I roll my sleeves up because I really am hot in here. “I read in a study once, that there was this strain of alpha that affected a very, very small percentage of the population. A mutation in the gene that only affected women with an extra alpha chromosome.”
“English, Olivander.”
“The percentage was…small. About two percent of the women in the pack had the gene, and as such, they experienced alpha-like symptoms, which were in response to other alphas in their presence. Males, of course, because—”
“Get to the point, Olly,” Gage mutters.
“Anyway, if you are able to provide ample stimulation to the clitoris, and if you massage the space beneath, it may trigger a response, and youmaybe able to vacate.”
“You’re kidding,” he growls. I shake my head.
“No. It worked in the study.”
“I guess it’s worth a shot,” Gage says as he looks at me where I kneel. “Are you going to watch or—”
“Well, I need to make sure you’re doing it correctly, so, yes.”
There is a tense pause and the heaviest pang of cinnamon that hits my nose. I purse my lips, trying to push the thoughts away. Now is certainly not the time.
Auryn mewls against his chest as Gage shifts his position, sliding a hand between them. I watch as best I can as he pulls her clit in between his fingers and rubs.
“Anything?” I ask.
Auryn shakes her head. “No.”
“Try moving your thumb at a ninety-degree angle—”
“Olly, I swear to God—”
“Just do it,” I bite, and I hear the growl from Gage. But he shifts his position, stroking the underside of her clit, but I can tell from the angle it’s difficult, and the fact she doesn’t move tells me he’s not doing it right.
“A little lower,” I direct. Gage huffs out an angry sound.
“You think you can do better, be my fucking guest.”
I catch Auryn’s gaze, and my blood freezes. I am sure Icould, but…
“Uh…”
“That’s what I thought,” Gage murmurs as Auryn bites her lip.
