Page 66 of The Heat of Us

“Shit. Shit.”

“Give me your cum, alpha.”

The first hot spurt of him landing on my stomach sent an absolute riot of endorphins rushing through me. Yes. More. I kept milking his cock and knot as he groaned, staggering upward so he could unload on my tits as well. I pressed the head of him into my skin, running it down my body and leaving behind a streak of cum.

If I could somehow tattoo this sensation into me I would be a content omega indeed.

Ben collapsed on the bed, half on top of me. “Ok, I get it now,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss into my neck.

“Get what?” I laid his hand on my stomach, guiding him to rub his scent further into my skin and he shuddered.

“The whole alpha and omega thing now. I get it.” His cheek grazed against mine instinctively.

It was utter mayhem in that bedroom — pheromones, sweat and our mingled scents. None of it made sense. Citrus and floral and sunshine was not supposed to mix with dark decadence and a biting sharpness.

But it felt right for us.

“Get tested. And let’s find out how good it can be.”

This is a dangerous slippery slope, warned my left-brain.

My orgasm-drunk hormones promptly drowned the wispy voice out. It’s just sex.

“I promise that is happening as fast as humanly possible,” Ben said, breathing heavily. He smoothed back my hair from my forehead and scent marked me again. God his alpha was territorial. “But I need one thing from you too.”

“What’s that?”

“You. Here. In my bed, every night. Letting me do whatever it takes to help you sleep through.”

The arousal faded from his eyes, replaced with a burning determination. I knew he wouldn’t budge on this.

“That’s all this is right? You’re not like…trying to court me or anything?” I hedged.

He was silent for a long time. “No. No courtship.”

“Then deal.”

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ALEKS

I thought I liked this alpha but maybe I was wrong.

“Why is your face doing that?” I asked him grumpily as I speared a fork into my fruit salad. It was primarily cantaloupe and Ben’s face had an incredibly unsettling moon-eyed grin plastered on it.

Two reasons my break was already going badly.

“Things are finally progressing with my scent match.” He opened his tupperware with an actual flourish.

I gave him a squeamish look. “I don’t want any further details.”

“Seriously?”

I stabbed another disappointing orange melon.

Ben didn’t seem to take offence, his happiness immune to my rainclouds. “Why have you got bees up your butt?”

“Is that your official diagnosis, doctor?” I asked flatly.

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