Page 88 of One Wild Omega

“What did you say?” Fitz demanded.

“Me? Nothing. Emerson saw you out here the day of the fire and told everyone at the Sunday dinner yesterday—trying to excuse your absence. I’m surprised Pops hasn’t already called you a hundred times over it.”

“Who’s Emerson?” Tanner asked from behind them.

Fitz turned to see Tanner pulling another scorched piece out onto the sidewalk behind him. “My other brother. Harrison’s twin.”

“Ah,” Tanner said. “Three alphas in one family? Sheesh.”

“Try five,” Harrison replied. “And three omegas.”

“Eightkids? Your poor papa.”

“Pops is made of some strong stuff,” Harrison said. “The heart and soul of our family.” Harrison tossed the tablet into his truck. “The next Sunday dinner is next month. If you don’t bring him, there might be a riot.”

“I’ll bring him when I bring him,” Fitz said to his brother.

“It wasverynice finally meeting you, Tanner. I’d shake your hand again, but I don’t think my brother would like that.”

Tanner chuckled. “Does it matter what he likes?”

Harrison laughed, then walked closer and offered his hand. “I appreciateanyonewho’s going to ruffle my brother’s feathers and keep him on his toes.”

Fitz glared as they shook again, too close for comfort. He fought the instinct and clenched his jaw.

“Relax, little bro,” Harrison murmured before giving him a slap to the shoulder. “He’s all yours.”

Harrison smiled, climbed into his truck and soon took off.

“Too embarrassed to have me at family dinner?”

“No!” Fitz said.

“Too territorial?” Tanner asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Fitz knew there was no reason to lie. “Maybe. Just a little. But it’s not just that.”

“Then what is it?”

“You heard my brother. There’seightof us. The oldest two omegas are mated and have kids. Add in my parents and it’s a maelstrom you’d be walking into. Plus…” Fitz shrugged. “I’m not rich like you. My family’s house is small. All those bodies in a small house… things tend to get a bitwild.”

“I’ve always had an affinity for wild things.” He brushed a hand through his fading purple hair. “Includingthiswild thing.”

Fitz laughed and drew Tanner into his arms. “Mywild, purple-haired omega.”

Their lips touched tentatively, at first. But even with the soot and dust on them, the need quickly grew between them.

“I need you, Fitz,” Tanner murmured.

He glanced around, realizing there wasn’t anywhere they could go.Wait…the vault.

Fitz drew Tanner through the path he’d made to the vault and coaxed him inside. They were safe there… and if he closed the door some, they’d have privacy.

“Don’t close it too much,” Tanner whispered.

Fitz wasn’t sure if it was fear they’d get locked in or the prospect of being caught in the act that had Tanner whispering those words. Either way, he opened the door a little more, flooding the vault with light.

Enough light where they could watch one another strip. Pale light washed over his omega’s gorgeous body, showing every curve. Every dip. Every long, lean line of muscle and sinew. For days they’d been unable to be apart for more than a few hours. Their nights had been long and filled with one another, learning and relearning every inch of flesh. Today was no different. He trailed his lips over the places the light touched and nipped into the shadows.

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