Page 86 of The Omega Archives: Part Two

His lips hesitated, but only for a moment. If my kiss was awkward or sudden, his was just as shocking.

His kiss was pure power.

Marko’shands came up to twist into the hair at my nape. Hedidn’ttug. He used the angle to leverage my mouth against his, fitting us together as if kissing was what wewere madeto be doing with each other all this time.

Idon’tthink I would mind if thiswasall we ever did ever again.

His tongue swiped against the seam of my mouth.

When I gasped, he conquered– no, devoured with a hunger that growled deep in his chest, setting me alight with a renewed flame that burned.

I moaned at the sounds of this quiet alpha made as my body turned into liquid. I fell intoMarko’shands, arching to get closer to him. Ididn’tcare if this was a practice heat or a real one. All I cared about was how fast Marko could pull me down to the dark mats.

Marko kissed me until Icouldn’tbreathe. When he allowed that, he continued to lick and scrape the skin of my neck with his teeth. The sensation was so close to where he could biteme,bondme.

I whimpered, surely making incoherent pleas.

Marko’sbody paused as he hovered over me, his hips molding into mine. The weight was warm and heavy.“You’regoing to turn me into a fool whocan’tkeep it together.”

“You…”I let the words sink in.

Before I understood, Marko shifted his hips into mine. I cried out at the gentle friction. Marko was straining against his sweatpants. He was large andhardnow against me, yet there were too many layers.

I wanted to feel him.

I swallowed at how big he must be, and I couldn’t even see him.

I wanted all of him right now.

Marko hummed, kissing under my jaw before taking another breath.“Not like that. Not right now, omega.”

“You don’t want…”

Immediatelyheshook his head with a self-satisfied grin.“More than anything. But not yet. Idon’twant to scare you yet.”

How could he scare me?

“Just wait, little omega. Don’t worry. It’ll be worth it.”

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

ELLA

“Iswear what I was talking about was right here.”

“You’ve done so much already,” Demetri said. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worrying,” I insisted, sorting through the papers they’d laid out for the umpteenth time.

It had to be here.

Even if it wasn’t when I checked the last time.Or the time before that when everyone else went to workandI couldn’t stand to pace around the house any longer. And so, I started to go snooping. Or not so much snooping as much as researching.

I gotmore and moreinvolved with whatever they were working on in the backgroundwhichwas clearly to undermine Demetri’s father—owner of all things Prestford enterprises.

Prestford was another name that came up often within the pages I sourced for Cal and the rest of them— on omega funds, which within the university wouldn’t have raised eyebrows, but elsewheretheyfound…

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