Page 17 of Omega for the Pack

“Alphas have a higher body temperature,” he explained against my ear as he held me. Feeling his hard planes of muscles behind me caused warmth to spiral through my belly again. I clenched my thighs at the sudden onset of arousal again.

“Oh.”

“I shouldn’t be this close to you,” he said, releasing me. “You should go to your room.”

Confused, I scrunched my eyebrows. Why was he saying this? He was acting like he wanted me a minute ago.

“Why are you telling me what to do?”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, letting out a long breath. “It’s just best for the both of us.”

“Uhh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Have a good night, Tiana,” he said, his nostrils flared and his body tense.

“You too.”

As I lay in bed that night, memories of Grant’s large fingers strumming my clit had me wriggling and turning several times. The room was dark, and Lori was snoring full throttle, her arms hanging off the edge of her bed.

My breathing quickened, and my finger slipped underneath my panties.

I closed my eyes, trying to replicate what Grant did to me. I moved my finger in circles between my legs, teasing myself. The arousal in my abdomen grew worse, and then I quickly stopped. I didn’t want to struggle with masturbation while my friend was in the room.

I closed my eyes, frustrated and aroused.

The next daywas dark and gloomy for the wedding ceremony.

I sat in the back row with Lori and an empty seat to my right. We were out on the deck, rows of chairs lined up for the guests and a beautiful arch in front of us. Everything was decorated in blush pink and white. Little flamingos decorated the arch with white flowers. The chairs had large white silk bows tied in the back. Everyone was chattering and talking loudly as we waited for the ceremony to start.

Everything was beautiful except for the dark clouds above us. It looked like it was going to rain.

I noticed Grant standing on the corner of the deck in uniform, his eyes trained on me. And there was something else in his look. Like he was thinking of yesterday’s events in the bathroom.

My breathing quickened as I looked away, my face hot.

“Look, this guy messaged me,” said Lori excitedly, shoving her phone in my face. She was messaging someone all day, and I wondered who it was but knew she’d eventually tell me.

“He’s cute,” I said. His face was youthful and round, with an innocent expression on his face. “How old is he?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Go on,” I said.

“Fine, he’s nineteen.”

“He’s kind of young for you,” I said.

“Come on. I’m twenty-five,” she said. “But he turns me on.”

“I’m excited for you,” I said. “But how about your poor captain?”

I looked over at the captain steering the wheel. He kept glancing over at Lori.

“He’ll survive,” she said, laughing and looking at the captain. When she saw him staring at her, I could see her cheeks visibly turning pink.

“Someone’s blushing,” I teased.

“May I sit here?” said a male voice next to me. I looked to my right and saw a tall man with long black hair tied into a ponytail. He had dark eyes and wore black clothes with chains on his shirt.

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