Page 47 of The Heat of Us

“I think they call themselves ‘heat services consultants’,” Sierra helpfully supplied for me.

“Yes. Them. Talk to yours once you’re not feeling so…shitty,” I finished lamely.

It was a good thing I was not looking to bond an omega because I was god awful at the emotional caretaking aspect of it.

She rubbed my cheek with her thumb. “Thanks Ryder.”

Suddenly, the urge to hear my real name on her lips absolutely overwhelmed me.

“My name’s Remy,” I blurted out.

Oh. Shit.

I guess I was doing this.

“I mean, my name is Remington,” I charged on. “But I usually just go by Remy.”

Her eyes were so large they swallowed her whole face.

The silence stretched canyon-like between us.

Way to completely fuck things u—

“Hazel.”

I inhaled sharply, along with her rising scent.

An abundance of limes — squeezed into drinks and sucked between lips after shots. Tipsy kisses across sun-warmed skin, between breasts, nuzzled along a giggling belly. A bikini string caught between teeth and pulled to reveal a perfect, slickened pussy.

“Hi Hazel,” I said hoarsely.

“Hey Remy.”

Suddenly, she bowed over, wincing in pain.

“Hazel, are you—”

“It’s a heat spike, Remy,” she explained through gritted teeth.

I clasped her cheek. “Tell me how to help you,” I asked her urgently.

The deep black of her pupils had almost overtaken the soft brown of her eyes. She pressed a firm hand on my shoulder and brought me to my knees. I groaned as she fisted my hair and shoved my face against exactly where she needed me.

“Make me come, alpha.”

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HAZEL

The alpha lifted me up onto the countertop with a snarl, reached under my skirt and ripped my panties down over my legs. I spread them wider, desperate to feel his mouth on me.

I’m so wet for you.

Look at how much slick I’m dripping, alpha.

Lick me up and tell me how good I taste.

“Jesus Christ, Hazel, this filthy fucking mouth needs a cock in it.”

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