Page 141 of Foxy Filthy Omega

That wasn’t the only thing that was different though.

Lavender pheromones covered everything.

My stomach flipped when it all started coming back to me.

Glancing over at the pile of blankets beside me, I told myself it was all just a fever dream.

There was no way any of that actually happened. I’d just been hallucinating from all the pent-up pheromones like I usually did. The only difference this time was that Frankie was the star of my fantasies instead of some faceless woman.

I lifted up the blanket and my stomach lurched again when I saw red hair sprawled across the mattress.

This couldn’t be happening.

Slowly, I placed the blanket back over her and then stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what thefuckI was going to do now.

I was pretty sure the thing that was fucking with my head the most was that none of it had been a fever dream. My rut hadn’t conjured her up to torture me with. She’d actually showed up and offered to help me.

Frankie James took my virginity.

I ran my hand over my face, trying not to laugh.

This was so far out of the realm of possibilities I might as well be in outer space. There wasno wayFrankie would be so willing to help another alpha through their rut. That was just insane.

…right?

I turned my head to study the pile of blankets beside me.

She was a blanket hog. No surprise there. But the way she slept was fucking bizarre. She didn’t use a pillow and slept on her stomach with her hands up near her face like an exhausted child.

I wanted to slide under the blankets with her and just watch her sleep, but I didn’t know what I’d do if she woke up. I was still reeling from the reality of this situation and adding whatever reaction she had to mine when she woke up wasn’t something I could handle right now.

What if she freaked out? It was entirely possible she’d regret this the moment she realized it was me and not someone else.

I don’t even remember everything that happened after she used her alpha voice on me.

All I remembered was how good it felt.

She’d covered me in her pheromones too. I could barely smell my own scent and it was making my dick hard.

I should get washed up first and then figure out what I should do.

Rolling out of bed as smoothly and quietly as possible so she wouldn’t wake up wasn’t as easy as it should have been.

My legs didn’t give out, but every muscle in my body ached.

I stood and ran my hand over my chest where it hurt the most, pausing when I saw all the bruises and bite marks.

She’d torn into me real good. Some of the teeth marks had pierced through the skin and had scabbed over in a few places.

Every single mark was in the purple and green stage of a bruise, some of them darker where they overlapped. Even my nipples were swollen and I ran my hand through my hair, wanting to laugh.

I didn’t think she’d be so possessive when she wasn’t the one in rut. I certainly wasn’t mad about it, but she might be when she woke up and saw just how far she’d gone.

Frankie wasn’t the most stable person in the world. I’d gathered that much at least. Her behavior was erratic and unpredictable, but she wanted this or she would have left when I told her to.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think she’d be happy to see I was aware of how just badly she wanted it.

And then there was the issue of my employer.

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