Sex is easy. A necessary part of being an Omega.
Of course, though, I’ve never really taken into account the needs of my Omega side. Right now, she’s on the verge of an epic Essex-type meltdown due to his lack of reaction. I focus on his T-shirt as a way to level out the madness inside my head as the two opposing forces of my makeup fight for dominance.
Focusing on him again, I noticestaffprinted right, smack-bang in the middle of his shirt. In rather large lettering, to accommodate his rather nice chest.
And my stomach drops even further, because even without looking, I know who it’s going to be.
My face burns like a furnace. I can’t exactly hide my face, especially when he’s holding my wrists in one hand, his other one under my chin to guide my face up.
“Come on, firecracker, look at me,” he urges.
His voice is deep, rumbly, and completely not great to hear when I’m trying to persuade my Omega to let up. He hits me with another exhale of his breath. Lemon verbena is so bright and zesty, it gives me a small boost of energy, and the softer, emotional side of my personality gains the upper hand again.
Why wouldn’t you want this?
Honestly, now I’m hearing her like she’s a damn hypnotist in my thoughts. Clearly, when I crashed into this Beta, something broke inside of me.
He lights me up with a handful of words, but he had that effect on me previously too. Even over the distance separatingour apartments, he had my body tightening, my scent leaking like perfume.
Without the push of his designation, his request is just that. Unlike if he was an Alpha and could bark me to obey. The final decision to look at him is up to me, but is it? Because biology is riding my arse hard, and I’m pretty sure I’d do anything he asks of me.
Yep, my Omega is out of her cage and is changing the rules we’ve lived by.
Despite the mortification making me blush scarlet instead of a sweet pale pink, I look at him.
Like when I saw him the other day, he’s as gorgeous as he was then. His buzz cut accentuates his sharp cheekbones and makes the crystal blue of his eyes sparkle like rare gemstones.
And then, because we’re still basically chest to chest, I get to watch up close and personal when he sees my swollen cheek. A dangerous light flashes in his eyes, the glint making the blue darken to cerulean.
His mood makes his eyes so much prettier, but his anger doesn’t turn me on so much, only reinforcing the reality of life to my pragmatic side.
I take a step away. He’s obviously upset, but also because he’s still clearly pretending we haven’t met before.
His nostrils flare and he clamps his jaw shut until he blurts out, “Who the fuck did that to you?”
He might only be a Beta, but he’s got me tongue-tied like an Alpha.
Goddamn him for having such an impact.
I push off him to add some distance between us, but he doesn’t budge an inch.
Chapter Eleven
TYNAN
She doesn’t recognize me. And that blows.
I fucking get it’s been a few years, but try telling my brain that.
Right now, though, I have bigger problems than Tally not knowing who the hell I am. Namely that fucking bruise that’s swelling and darkening the longer I look at her beautiful face.
“Who. Did. That?” I punch my words out with the most control I can manage. Which makes me sound like a robot, and nothing like the man about to start a goddamn war with whoever is responsible.
“Not your concern,” she says, her lips flattening out stubbornly.
Up close and personal, I’m barely able to get oxygen into my lungs. The air I do get is saturated with her peach scent, so goddamn syrupy that when I lick my lips, all I can taste is the sweetness. And that’s even with me being a fucking Beta, witheverything being dulled down. I can’t even imagine how Kee and Ronin survived one night with her in their bed.
I would have died then and there. Happily, but.
