Page 10 of Terror

“Leave it.” Soon, the bout of heat will pick back up, and she’ll need servicing. The sooner we get to her nest, the easier this will be. From my schedule, I’ve blocked out two days for her, and I hope to get out of here on Monday. She’ll make her classes, and I’ll go on about my business. It’s a relief to know she lives next door and I can visit anytime. It’s fucking troubling that I’d want to visit at all for any reason other than to nail her Betaren connections.

Raven raided the house at the address she gave me, so that supplier has been out of business since spring. She’s getting Betaren elsewhere, and by Sunday night, I’m gonna know exactly where it comes from.

The Omega wipes sweat from her brow again. I picked up on this gesture the first time. It tells me she’s in pain, though she makes no move for the upstairs. Thinking, I narrow my eyes. In heat, and yet she is not in her nest with her toys or whatever she uses to relieve herself. Perhaps she has a regular male who services her. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Boyfriend is one of the most accurate words in the English language, as it perfectly describes a human male. Alphas aren’t boys or friends.

“Obviously not. You’re here.”

“Do you have a male who comes to service you?”

“No.”

I tap my finger on my knee. “Is this how you go about your heat?”

She sits next to me and folds the laundry. I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. Is Betaren affecting her in a way that she’s not even feeling the heat?

“Pretty much. I kind of ignore it.”

I widen my eyes. “Ignore?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she bites out. “It’s not like I want a pack of males banging on my door so I can slut all over them and send them home.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m tired of people making five-minute stops in and out of my life. I’m not a fast-food window.”

“You letmein.”

“You’d have come in anyway. That’s what you do.”

“True.”

She purses her lips. “There’s tech for another few hours if you want to watch TV.”

“Don’t fret over what I want. What do you want?”

She drops the shirt she’s folding and stares at me. “Betaren.”

I show her my teeth. “Go and get it.”

She packs the folded laundry into the basket and heads upstairs. I block the stairs and take the basket. “After you.”

The Omega rounds me and starts climbing. Great Serpent, I love these long stairs. It’s a three-story home, and I pray her bedroom is all the way at the top so she can climb longer. On the first floor, Kitten turns, crosses her arms over her chest, and taps her foot. “You coming, or you gonna stare up my dress the whole time?”

“Take off the dress.” I release more pheromones. This Omega is particularly responsive to me.

She fists her dress, fighting the urge to obey me.

“Take it off, Omega. It’s just us here, nobody else. If you do what I ask, I promise this heat will be one you won’t forget. Take off the dress. Let me see your pretty body.” I release more scent, and her eyes glaze over. I climb the steps and kiss her shoulder. “Come on, Omega. Show me your tits, and I promise I’ll let you rub your little pussy all over my face. Yes?”

Kitten slips out of the dress. She’s not wearing a bra, and her tits are perfectly small. I tweak one nipple, then slap it. Tabby yelps and steps back.

“Did you like it when I slapped your breast?” I ask.

“I’m not sure.”

I grunt. “We’ll find out soon. Take me to your nest.”

“My room.”

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