Page 144 of Toxic

"Maybe we should take it together?"

"Not in that tiny stall. You can go after me… think you can wait that long?"

I clenched my teeth. He was asking a lot of me, but if this day was going to be anything like yesterday, we’d both be better off showering. Adding layers of sweat on top of everything else wasn’t tempting either of us.

Heated already, I sat there with my fists clenched for ten minutes while he showered, fighting off an erection so hard it physically hurt. I knew my body had picked up on the heat pheromones and was gearing up for action.

Finally, Soren came out, cheeks flushed, wrapped only in a towel, smelling like ripe heat.

"Shower’s free."

Barely controlling myself, I let out a low, guttural growl that, in AO language, was a request for sexual intercourse. Of course, he didn’t understand what it meant or only picked up some odd part of the sound spectrum.

"What does that mean?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Nothing that wouldn’t be obvious," I muttered.

"Skye, I’m not an omega. I don’t know your secret, stupid language. Is it some kind of question?" He made a face.

"You could say that. It's a request for sex."

Soren grinned. "The request is granted."

I stood up. "You said it yourself, shower first."

Soren didn’t respond, just bit his lip slightly. I brushed past him, catching the intense scent he was giving off now—sweet, tempting, like a smoothie made of raspberries, strawberries, and rose petals—impossible to resist.

I took the fastest shower of my life and hurried back to the room.

Soren was lying on the bed, naked, in a position… I froze. It was, in fact, a classic breeding position.

"I thought you weren’t an omega," I whispered, tilting my head slightly, eyeing him approvingly.

"Now I feel like an omega," he muttered, glancing at me seductively over his shoulder.

Presented as he was to me, like an omega at the peak of his heat, he looked divine. His slender body, adorned with tattoos, contrasted with the dark burgundy bedding. His upturned buttocks were two enticing round spheres that I had to…

Making a throaty sound, I leaped onto the bed, landing between his thighs. He squealed slightly, in surprise, but not in fear. There was no shadow of fear in him—only desire.

"Slick is dripping down your thighs," I muttered, making a lewd inspection of his butt.

"There’s a wave starting, Skye. I can feel it. I want to have the void inside me filled…"

I reached into my pants, which I had brought with me, wanting to take out the condom, but he growled slightly. "It’s too late for that now, Skye!"

I knew what he meant, so I lowered myself between his legs and just spread his buttocks. The image that appeared to me was the pinnacle of eroticism. It looked different than yesterday, more puffy and open, slick covering the opening, glistening slightly, thin rivulets running down his thighs. The rim tissue was dark pink, not from the intensity of our last night’s sex, but the typical color of an orifice in omegas that were in heat. I could see a slight pulsation, involuntary clenching, a sight that made me bend over and slide my tongue along the ring of his muscles. Soren groaned incessantly.

"I beg you…"

But I wasn’t going to hurry. My tongue slid inside him in a slow, languorous move, swirling along his heated walls. I massaged him with it, tickling and teasing. Soon, Soren's moans became almost desperate.

"Please, please, fuck me…"

"I will never fuck you, Soren. It’s not what I ever wanted to do with you…" I muttered, still pressing my lips to his dripping, quivering entrance.

There was a moment of silence. He probably needed a moment to digest it.

"Then make love to me, Skye…"

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