Page 3 of One Wild Omega

Tanner looked up at him, his normal overconfidence slipping a little more. “It’snotdifferent.” He paused, frowning, and Fitz felt a smile playing over his lips. “Right?”

For some reason—one Fitz couldn’t comprehend in that moment—he pulled his cock back out and let Tanner look all he wanted. “I don’t know.AmI any different than you?”

Tanner’s lips parted on a barely there sigh that Fitz felt all the way down to his toes. He then grew really,reallyquiet, so quiet all Fitz could hear was the rapid beating of his own heart. The air seemed to suddenly squeeze from the room, and Fitz struggled to breathe. The omega stared down at Fitz’s cock, seemingly spellbound. Maybe Fitz had wanted to shut the omega’s smart mouth for once but now he was equally entranced.

Bythe way the omega seemed so curious… maybe even a little eager…

His cock was surely interested in that enthusiasm.

Maybe he’d wanted Tanner to look. Why, he didn’t know. Fitz and Tanner had a love-hate relationship that seemed to sometimes hinge more on hate. Always had. He had no reason to show himself off and had even less of a reason to grow hard.

But hard he grew.

Tanner slid off the counter and stood in front of Fitz, watching as the shaft thickened more and more. After a couple of moments, Fitz was rock hard. The fat head pointed up toward Tanner as it leaked pre-cum, appearing to welcome a touch.

If he touches me…

When Tanner’s hand lifted, Fitz should’ve stopped him. It was insanity. He was playing with fire when he was at a vulnerable moment. But the second the omega gripped him in one palm, he lost his ever-loving mind. Tanner began to stroke him, from base to tip, ever so slowly. Fitz closed his eyes a moment, sure this had to be some drunken dream—or maybe even a nightmare.

Maybe the floor would open up and shallow him whole any second and he’d awaken screaming in his bed.

But the minutes passed and the omega’s early timid touches quickly grew more and more self-assured. Tanner leaned closer and angled his face up toward Fitz, his mouth lookingwaytoo kissable. Fitz caressed the side of Tanner’s cheek, running a thumb over the omega’s lower lip. His mouth was in no shape to touch another’s—no matter how tempting it was to lean down and capture Tanner’s.

The inner alpha inside him roared up. He drove his fingers in the back of Tanner’s hair, twisting them into the long, soft strands. He pulled the omega closer, wishing he could lean in and taste those pretty lips.

He looked into the omega’s eyes, hungry to do just that. Fitz saw the flush washing over Tanner’s cheek and rising up his neck. Tanner continued pumping his hand up and down, driving Fitz higher and higher. The omega stared up, a mix of curiosity and excitement in his eyes. Tanner’s stare moved between Fitz’s gaze and cock, as if he wasn’t sure which one was more stimulating.

The minute Tanner’s tongue snaked out and licked over those full, pouty lips, all Fitz could think of was seeing them wet and wrapped around his shaft. With that thought, something snapped inside him. Back arched, he roared, shooting his load over Tanner’s small, soft hand.

Satisfaction like nothing he’d ever known spread throughout his body. The roar echoed in the tiny space, filling it and vibrating through him. The walls seemed to stretch outward with the sound before the room tightened, too intimate.

And then it was over.

Way too fast.

One minute Fitz was building to this massive explosion and the next, Tanner was backing away, staring up with a cautious expression on his pretty face. There needed to be more… his body demanded it. Instead, Fitz knocked the lid down on the toilet and took a seat while catching his breath.

What the hell just happened?

Other than his gasps for air, silence filled the room. He turned to eye Tanner and watched as the omega lifted a hand. Fitz’s cock roared back to life in a second, as soon as he saw Tanner bring one cum-coated finger to those lips he’d craved to explore. He sucked in a gasp as Tanner tasted his seed.

A roar sounded inside his mind, causing pain. He lifted both hands to grasp his forehead a moment… until it passed.

“Okay… maybe we’re notexactlythe same. But close enough, hmm?” Tanner said before turning toward the sink and washing the remainder off his hands.

Fitz could only sit there, stunned and silent. The urge to pin the omega under him roared to life within. The inner alphawanted.

Desperately.

Fitz fought back the instinct, unsettled by it. Drawing in the omega’s scent, he smelled nothing. Nothing that could explain this sudden odd behavior on either of their parts. The moon was nowhere near full, so there was no way Tanner was in heat.

It must be all the alcohol from last night. Must be.

Unable to stop himself, he turned his gaze to Tanner. The omega stared straight ahead, but when he glanced to the side, he saw the omegawaswatching him—through the wide mirror that was the length of the long counter.

Their gazes met, and Tanner quickly looked away.

As soon as he’d dried his hands off, Tanner exited, leaving Fitz alone to wonder how that had happened. After a few seconds, he shoved his still-hard cock into his pants and fastened everything back up. Assuming he’d more than worn out his welcome, Fitz headed for the front door, ready to escape before he made the situation any worse.

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