Page 90 of Curvy Dirty Omega

My dick was so hard it was going to snap right off if I didn’t do something about it soon. Normally, I could ignore it, but when it came to Lucy…

Cas better hurry the fuck up.

Walking around the car, I braced myself for the potent scent of omega and her insanely intense pheromones.

Half the people in that restaurant had already started to feel the effects of a dominant omega’s pheromones – desire and fear warring with each other before I’d even released my own. She was just as dangerous as a legacy alpha and didn’t have any training.

Yanking her door open, I ignored the sound of metal screeching as the hinges tore and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt as quickly and efficiently as possible without touching her.

I really fucking hoped she didn’t notice I was holding my breath, or how my dick was straining against my pants. If she even hinted that she wanted more from me, this was all over. I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back. Not after nearly two decades of wanting her.

Black currants and vanilla swirled around me lazily as I carefully removed the seatbelt. Her pheromones gave me the impression I had all the time in the world to satisfy Lucy the way she needed – to take care of her in the way only an alpha could.

Thankfully, the rage was still riding me hard and all I could think about was getting her somewhere safe so I could take care of her. Anything else didn’t matter. Not when I’d nearly killed every single person in that restaurant to ensure no one tried to touch her.

The only thing that could keep me from going back there right now to finish the job was her.

“Lucy?”

Her knuckles were white from how hard she was clutching onto her skirt, and she was staring at nothing – so much blood covering her mouth and chin…

How the fuck was I supposed to help her? I’d never seen anyone in this kind of catatonic state while also being in rut or heat. Whatever was going on, it hadn’t canceled out her heat cycle and that worried me more than anything.

“Lucy.”

Still nothing.

Fine. I’d give her the asshole she needed right now even if it might backfire. “Lucy. Look at me.”

Finally, she responded, sliding her gaze to mine, but there wasn’t anything there to tell me she knew what the hell was going on.

“We’re back home, just like you wanted.” Damn it, I was going to have to touch her. There was no way she could walk up those stairs like this, not fast enough to keep me from losing my shit. “I’m taking you upstairs now, Lucy. I’m going to have to carry you.”

She stiffened, but nodded and the second I slid my arms under her, she wrapped her arms around my neck again and pressed her face against my bare skin, breathing me in like she couldn’t get enough of my scent.

Fuck me, even this small thing was fraying what was left of my control.

It would be fine. All I had to do was ignore my stupid dick and get her into the house. Then we could figure out what the fuck to do from there.

God, I wished Cas were here. He was so much better at this stuff than me. Every time we had some crisis to deal with, he was the level-headed one. Maybe I relied on him too much to direct my awful temper, but we had the same instincts. All I had to do was trust them instead of ignoring them like I had my whole fucking life.

Running up the stairs with her in my arms was easier than it should have been. Lucy felt way too damn light, and the way she clung to me was making my heart race. Jesus fuck, my body needed to calm down because this internal war was going to give me a heart attack.

She should have let me kill that asshole, then maybe some of this insane need to destroy everything that had made her this way wouldn’t be quite so bad.

Someone had put their hands on her, forced her to defend herself, made her feel fear.

My gun-toting omega was a lot more delicate than she let on.

Hadn’t I promised myself I’d never let anything like that happen to her again?

Once we reached the main floor, I hesitated, not sure what to do with her. She didn’t have her own room here or a nest. None of her stuff was here either. There was nowhere inside my home that I could take her that would help her feel safe and comforted.

I should have built her a nest the second I found her, but…sometimes omegas like to build their own nests…

Shit, I was losing my mind, wasn’t I? Just standing here like an idiot while my omega trembled in my arms.

If this was any other omega, I’d just drop her off in one of the guest rooms and call one of the alphas I trusted to take care of her, but this was my omega and I didn’t think I could just hold her through her heat, not when I still tasted the bittersweet tang of rage on the back of my tongue.

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