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He licked his lips, all six-foot forever of him, as his pupils blew out wide. “Omega, spreading your pheromones about… You know what it does to us.”

I had an inkling.

“Sorry, not interested.” I shoved against the door to slam it, but his foot caught in the way.

“Do you have any idea who my father is, omega?” His low snarl and thick scent made me shiver, a twinge and heat spreading through me as my ass grew slick. I could feel it making me feel more pliant, desperate…

I put two and two together, realizing that the alpha before me was one of the sons of the landlord. “Yes. And I don’t think he’d be happy if I was letting alphas I don’t know into my apartment.”

I kept my body against the door, my composure wavering. He smelled good, not great, but something in me begged me to invite the alpha in. Not only was I taking the place of a character, I had adopted his biology, too.

Uh-oh.

“I don’t smell a claim on you. I could claim you, you know?” He reached an arm in, fighting to touch me, even just a brush of fingers.

“Lex!” a hoarse voice piped up from down the walkway, and I froze. “Lex?”

I didn’t recognize the voice at first, but when my mind cleared, I called back. “Zeke!”

“What the?” The alpha at my door backed off, exchanging a few heated words with my coworker.

“Hey, that’s my friend. If he doesn’t want you in there—”

“I found him first!” the alpha growled, and Zeke squared up as I dared to peek around.

“He’s my alpha! Zeke!” I unchained the door and reached for him, face flushed and clothes different, posture exhausted.

The alpha at my door hesitated and snarled before shoving Zeke and wandering off as if a child denied a treat.

“Lex!” I pulled him in and shut the door behind him. “Thank goodness. I didn’t know what I was going to do.”

“Leave the book! If you are in danger, leave!” He eyed the door with a huff and smoothed back his hair before clearing his throat. “Unless you were—uh… Did I interrupt something you liked?”

“No. No. I was just… Just…” I leaned into Zeke’s chest and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Are you drunk?” Zeke grabbed my shoulders and stared at me, the amber of his eyes glistening as his pupils widened, too.

“No, just in heat. I think.”

“Like an animal?” He frowned at me, clearly not up to date on the finest of omegaverse literature.

“Uh-huh. It’s a thing here.” I caught myself up on my tippy toes again, his head leaning down as my fingers trailed his locs, tips brushing the sides of his head; a little design shaved into it. The little divot, a treat for my fingers, drew them along its curve.

When our lips met, it was electric, his full lips against my slender ones, tongues flowing like water.

My cock resumed its readiness, leaking in a steady stream in my pants as Zeke pulled me against him and grumbled, nipping at my lips and tongue with a playful hum. “You’re gonna hate me if we end up doing it like this.”

“I’m gonna hate you if you don’t.” I parted our embrace to pull my shirt off, relishing the cool air against my chest as he froze, eyes wandering.

“You smell really good, Lex. Like donuts or something.” And whether it was bakery stank or omegaverse silliness, I didn’t know, but I dropped my pants and hissed when he reached down to circle his hand over my cock. “And all this just for me?”

I shuddered as his fingers moved in expert ways, pumping over my cock.

He shucked his shirt, and I marveled at his flesh; old scars, long healed from a life much harder than he’d had it recently, moved under my fingers. He groaned at the slightest touch and bit his lip, staring at me with those wolfish amber eyes full of hunger the moments my fingertips brushed his nipples and made their way down.

And whether he was as firm here as the real world, I wasn’t certain, but I adored the slight dip of muscle. “I’ve not gotten laid in almost fifteen years, Lex. Don’t tempt me.”

“Fifteen years of pent-up sexual frustration?” I whimpered as he kicked off his pants and underwear—tighty whities… Old man…