His cheeks turn six shades of red, and I can’t help but smile. “Is, uh…is that so?”
I nod, taking a step closer to him. “Uh huh.”
I expect him to run. To turn around and put that wall up again. But he doesn’t. Instead, he looks…intrigued.
“And can you describe how that makes you feel?” He clears his throat. “Objectively, of course.”
I grin as I step up to him. My gaze settles on the open sliver of his shirt, on his pale skin. I want to touch it.
His words are methodical, but there is a definite air of curiosity.
I catch his gaze with my own, making sure I’m looking him in the eyes when I answer him so there’s no confusion. Just hard, concrete facts.
I think Olly likes facts.
“Wet,” I say, my voice thick with lust.
He nods. “That is likely because you were locked with your alpha all night, and I had to…dislodge you.”
“There’s no alpha here, right now, is there?” I say, advancing on him.
“No, but—”
“But what?” I stalk him like prey, because something in my brain tells me that’s what I need to do.
I need to assert my dominance. I need to be in control.
“You haven’t had a heat suppressant in twenty-four hours. It’s…You’re in heat. Getting wet is a natural response because your body desires a knot, and you need to be lubricated to take it.”
His back hits the door, and I press myself against him. His cock twitches against me, and I gently settle my hand over his bulge.
“And what about you?” I ask. “Or am I the only specimen worth questioning?”
His gaze darkens, but he doesn’t move. His chest rises and falls, and for a moment I think he’s not going to say anything. He lets out a heavy breath as his gaze falls to my mouth again.
“What about me?” he breathes.
“Can you tell me what you’re feeling?” I say carefully. “Objectively, of course.”
“It’s hard,” he says, blushing. “I mean to speak, not—”
I giggle. “That’s not the only thing that’s hard, though, is it Olly?”
He bites his lip, shaking his head. “No.”
“Try,” I tell him, gently rubbing his cock through his pants. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
He lets out another heavy breath.
“Confused. Hard. Uncomfortable.” He closes his eyes, then opens them. “Curious.” Then he says, “Intrigued.”
“I intrigue you, do I?” I say, feeling the faintest wetness spread against my palm through his pants.
“Yes,” he answers shakily. “But I also feel wet, too.”
I smirk. “Maybe that’s just your body’s natural response to being touched by an omega,” I tease. His hand settles on my hip, and he makes no move to grind into my palm or respond, but I can feel how wet he is. I decide to test him out, popping the button on his pants. He lets out a breath.
“No,” he shakes his head. “I’ve been around plenty of omegas, Auryn. I’ve never felt likethis…” He blinks. “Around any of them.”
