Page 127 of Foxy Filthy Omega

Hungry.

“I can’t help you with this.” I tried to keep my voice as low and as soothing as possible despite how freaked out I was. “I’m not an omega, so I can’t do anything to ease your rut.”

He was across the room in the blink of an eye.

Soren towered over me; his body hunched slightly like he wanted to surround me as much as possible. His chest was heaving and sweat dripped down his neck, but he still didn’t touch me.

“Do you really think I care about that?” he demanded.

Well, fuck. That hadn’t been the right angle to calm him down.

I decided to switch tactics. “Do you need me to find someone who can help you? I have some suppressants in my jacket that you can take in the meantime.”

But I didn’t reach for it as I waited for him to decide.

“Please…” Soren grabbed my arms and squeezed just enough I could feel it, but not more than that. “Please stop torturing me, Frankie.”

For the first time in my life, I had no idea what to say.

I didn’t know what to do either, so I just stood there.

It was obvious he was reaching his limit, and I needed to leave, but for whatever psychotic reason, I didn’t want to.

I just wanted to give in to this feeling of being wanted – of being needed. I knew I’d regret this later, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted it too much.

Somehow, Soren was making me forget why I cared about my designation at all.

The urge to ask him a thousand stupid questions rose and then fell.

All I knew was I wanted to help him – that the pheromones he was drenching me with promised he wouldn’t hurt me…that hewantedme.

Even like this.

“I don’t want an omega.” Soren squeezed my arms again. “Why would I when you smell so fucking good I want to taste every inch of you?”

The throbbing was impossible to ignore now and I could feel how wet I was starting to get.

I looked up to find his eyes were closed and he was breathing hard.

“Soren.”

“Please.” Dropping to his knees so hard the floor shuddered, he rested his head on my stomach and slid his hands down my arms to loosely hold my wrists. “Please leave. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”

God, he looked so pretty like this.

Did he know just how endearing this side of him was? Did he know how impossible he was making it for me to leave?

He was in the middle of his rut, and he wantedme, but he was trying his best not to do anything I might not want and I knew better than anyone how hard that was.

Alphas were barely more than their base instincts during their rut. They lost their minds and became feral, violent beasts who’d fuck anything they found appealing enough just to ease the pain.

With enough training they could resist those urges, but sometimes they had to be locked up. Some of them couldn’t be with an omega at all during their rut because they were tooviolent and could damage omegas with their overwhelmingly powerful pheromones.

Strangely enough though, his pheromones weren’t making it hard for me to breathe despite how strong they were.

I slid my fingers through his hair, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

Soren looked up at me with so much resentment I couldn’t help but smile. It was just too adorable and if I left him now, he’d be in excruciating pain for days, constantly trying to ease the pain on his own until his pheromones went back to normal.

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