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Although I’m quite sure this is a mistake simply because knotting an omega who won’t be mine is torture of the cruelest sort. But as Luka pointed out, it’s my job to protect omegas.

The door shuts behind the nurses, leaving me with the beautiful, blood-spattered omega who’s shattered all my self-control.

I lay her back on the bed, pulling cushions from the low cupboard with one hand. “Look, Rose, these are for you.” I tuck them around her shoulders. “Can you hold one while I get undressed?”

“Don’t go,” she begs pitifully.

“I won’t, sweet girl, but I need to get my pants off if I’m going to help you.” Plus wipe the blood off her.

Tears sheen her beautiful green eyes, turning them luminescent. “Promise?”

“Yes. I won’t even let go of your hand.” She may look in her mid-twenties, but being in heat is disorientating even for omegas in secure environments.

She slowly relaxes her death grip and I stuff a cushion under one of her arms. When she takes it, I transfer her grip to my left hand and undo my belt. My legs feel weak as hot butter as I kick off my shoes and wrestle my pants and underwear down one handed. My knot’s already swollen to half size.

With difficulty I lever the Kevlar off, leaving my shirt on to maintain some sense of sobriety. Although different from arresting traffickers, this is still a job. It just happens to be one my cock is beyond excited about.

To my relief, Rose shows an interest in the pillows, and I offer her another blanket from the shelf. She drags them over the bed around her, never once letting go of my hand. Then suddenly she spasms and clenches around her stomach. “It hurts so much!”

Fragrant rose perfume fills the air, strong as a women’s beauty store, but instead of feeling overwhelming, it calms me. This omega needs me. I can help her, and that’s all that matters in the world.

I wriggle my hand free of her death-grip and when she panics my heart leaps. I press my shoulder against her fingers, and she takes hold while I ease those circulation-restricting pants off her ass. Sugar scented fluid falls through my fingers and I groan, my cock jumping at the amount of slick gathered there. The blonde curls covering her mounded pussy are soaked with it and it drips onto me when she lifts her hips into my touch.

I should introduce myself before I intimately fuck this woman. “My name’s Colt. Can you say my name?”

The omega pants it out between the waves of her heat. “C-colt.”

Well, that was the biggest fucking mistake of my life, because my name on her lips brands itself into my soul like a lightning strike—hearing it once will never be enough.

A touch of alpha dominance slips my guard as I growl, “Say it again.”

“Colt.” She spreads her legs in invitation, and I crawl up onto the bed.

Chapter twelve

Rose

One word burns through the fog of pain and heat—Colt. The angel sent to answer my feverish prayers. He took me away from Groman and his sleazy hands and soothed me here in this dark cave until my heart rate is finally not feeling like it’ll burst through my skin.

Gentle hands stroke up my thighs. Colt’s hands.

His charred citrus scent lies thick on me, like a weighted blanket as I offer myself up. His cock brushes through my folds and I jerk towards him, searching for that delicious friction.

“Steady, my sweetheart. Let’s do this slow.”

The needy whine which set the feral alphas crazy slips through my lips and Colt swears. I lift my hips and his cock finally noses between my lower lips. I writhe closer, feeling he’s too far away from me, even though I’m clinging to his shoulder like it’s the last handhold on a rock-climbing wall. I whimper as his cock ducks under my hood.

The delicious slide of him inside hits resistance and he pauses. “What—?”

But there’s no turning back. I simply cannot let him escape when I’m so close to exploding. Digging my heels into the bed, I thrust myself forcefully onto his dick, crying out as something tears open inside.

Colt groans as his eyes sheen with tears. “Oh fuck! I’m you’re fucking first! I’m so sorry, Rose, I had no idea!”

His tears drip onto my collarbone and I rub them in, the cool liquid refreshing against my burning skin. I don’t know what he’s worried about because all I feel is bliss.

“I’ll do my best to make it good,” he promises, gripping my shoulders and rising.

His hips snap forward and suddenly my entire existence as an omega makes sense. This is what I was born for, to be here in this moment with this man. The universe explodes around me as I feel him plunge deep inside where he belongs. He doesn’t need to try to make it good because it’s the sweetest, most fulfilling sensation I could ever experience in life.

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