Page 92 of One Wild Omega

“No. It is not.” Tanner glanced over Fitz’s shoulder, trying to quell the ache inside. “I’ve never heard of this gallery before.”

“New place. Just opened today.”

Tanner looked down at his outfit. It was nowhere near appropriate for a gallery opening. Considering he’d planned to veg out with a movie night while longing to be with his alpha, he was wearing a pair of knit pants and a plain tunic. He lifted his stare. “I can’t go in. I’m not dressed for an event.”

“You look…amazing,” Fitz murmured. He drew in a deep inhale, and a growl came soon after.

Tanner’s stare went to his alpha’s. Heat roared to life in Fitz’s gaze.

He began to shake slightly, the need now completely unchecked by meds. Before he could say another word, Fitz dragged him into a side door and into a stairwell.

“Mine.”Fitz all but growled as he pinned Tanner to the inside of the door.

The instinct roared to life inside him. He unconsciously yielded to his alpha, the fire burning inside. Through the wall, Tanner could hear the murmured voices of those at the opening. A string quartet played somewhere outside the stairwell—and at any point Tanner expected the door leading into the party to open and for them to be caught in the act.

Yet it didn’t stop him from pulling his clothes off.

Nor did it stop Fitz from doing the same.

They were soon naked and writhing on the stairs while the party went on without them. Fitz laid back, pulling Tanner on top of him. He could feel the thick swell of Fitz’s hard cock pressing between his cheeks seconds before his alpha was sliding into him.

Fitz nipped at his neck, biting and marking him there. Tanner had marks all over his body, at that point. His alpha loved to mark him.

And he loved to wear those marks.

“That door could open at any moment. Someone could walk in and see us here, me deep inside you,” Fitz whispered against Tanner’s ear.

Tanner moaned, pushing down harder with every thrust.

“They’d see you wide open, filled by my cock… see me driving up into you… filling you with my seed.”

“More,” Tanner whispered. “Tell me more.”

“How do you think we’d look to them?” Fitz asked. “Would it turn them on? Would it get them hard and the need to fuck come over them?”

“Yeesss,” Tanner hissed, his back arching more and more.

Fitz held on tight, rocking their bodies together. “They’d watch me fill you with my child.”

“Oh gods, yessss,” Tanner cried out before he gripped his shaft and began to come.

Under him, Fitz tensed. After a couple more thrusts of his cock, he roared with need, coming into Tanner. Tanner moaned as he felt Fitz’s knot swell. But this time was different. He felt the head of Fitz’s cock sliding into his womb. He’d opened to his alpha, his body ripe.

Fitz pulled him closer, the knot locking them together.

Tanner melted back against his alpha, confused. “The full moon doesn’t come for another week…”

Fitz sighed. “Then Ididfeel what I thought I did?”

Tanner nodded. An omega’s cervix only opened to allow the head of an alpha’s cock inside during a heat. It meant he could get pregnant…

“Don’t ask me,” Fitz said, breathing hard. “But apparently we’re in a contact heat. It’s late… they usually come on at a first meeting… but considering the meds and the reaction… I don’t know. That’s the only thing I can think of.”

“After all the sex we’ve had over the last weeksand now?”

Fitz ran his hands up Tanner’s arms. “Don’t worry… you’re less fertile during a contact heat. We likely aren’t in danger.”

Tanner opened his mouth to ask the question, but paused.Does he not want me pregnant?The thought of never carrying his alpha’s child nearly brought him to tears. Why he couldn’t ask, he didn’t know… he never had a problem speaking his mind. But this thing between them still felt fragile. He was scared that the happiness they’d found was fleeting.

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