Page 54 of Generation Omega: Revealed

He clears his throat. “That’s on you, not me. You were dreaming and got all fussy and ripped off your shirt.”

No recollection at all, but I’m too comfy to care. As I embrace this new normal where I wake up naked cuddled against the star ofRobin Hood and the Alien Invasion, reality delivers another shocker, this one bigger—muchbigger. The trouble is that I don’t think I’ve known Gideon Blake long enough to discuss his obvious morning wood, which also begs the question of whether I’ve known him long enough to befeelinghis morning wood. Only the thin satin of his pajama pants separates his parts from my parts, and the sudden wanton tingling in my parts isn’t helpful.

Knock it off, omega, or I will have you removed.

Gideon’s husky laugh makes my belly flutter. “Yeah,that… it’s your fault too.”

“What? Me? How? Why?” So many questions, none of them accompanied by me moving away from Gideon or any of his parts. But that doesn’t mean inner peace has been achieved. These instincts might think I’m right where I belong, but I know exactly what’s missing from my life, and nothing and no one can make me forget.

Gideon inhales deeply, breathing in my scent. “You talk in your sleep.”

I don’t know whether to be embarrassed or intrigued. “I do?”

“Yup, and you had some seriously naughty dreams. In fact, youbeggedto see my knot, which makes them knotty and naughty dreams.”

Embarrassment wins—sheesh, could this get more awkward?

He chuckles but there’s a new edginess to him. “Ever since, I’ve been hard as a rock and there’s tingling and pulsing in places that don’t typically do that. If I had to guess, I think your desire for my knotgaveme a knot.” He rests his chin against my hair. “So, that’s your fault too, baby girl, but I promise not to hold it against you.”

“You have aknot?” I can’t help rubbing against him as though my butt is conducting scientific research on the origin of alpha knots.

“Baby girl,” he scolds, “that isnothelping.”

I’m suddenly giggling at the complete ridiculousness of this moment. I’m in a penthouse. In bed. Naked. With Gideon Blake, myalpha. Who has a knot because I dreamed of his knot. Yup, my new normal is a strange place.

My tone is bizarrely sultry as I ask, “Would you let me look at it?”

“The way I see it is this,” he murmurs, sounding lofty and wise, “my fancy junk now belongs to you, so if you want to see myupgrade, it’s available for your viewing pleasure.”

How did this become my life? That’s all I can think as I literally force myself to move away from him, just enough to roll over and share his pillow. I need to see him and, when I do, I’m struck by how tired he looks.

“Did I keep you awake? Or did the arrival of your knot keep you up… I mean,awake?” My fingers move toward his face where I trace all his impressive features, no less attractive for his weariness.

“Lifekept me awake—not you or Mr. Knot—but I got a few hours of sleep thanks to your alluring fragrance and a phone call from your new alpha.”

When I flinch and try to sit up, Gideon’s hands are there, encouraging me back down. “Easy, babe. Let’s talk here. I can’t stand the thought of having any distance between us right now. And it’s so warm here.”

His purr begins to rumble and I’m helpless against it, snuggling back under the covers, my hands drawn to him. I set them on his chest, over his pounding heart. He’s not wrong—moving away from him is clearly on the omegaverseno-nolist because it actually hurts. But it’s not the only thing that does.

Tears well in my eyes and I exhale a shuddering breath. “Tell me Ethan is okay.”

“He’s okay.” His fingers caress my face. “He’s safe. Your alpha dealt with his wounds and gave me some information, just in case his errands run long. When Ethan wakes up, he’ll call you.”

My throat tightens, but I manage to say, “Really?”

“Yes. Your new alpha is a prickly guy—go figure, considering his life choices—but he’s invested in Ethan’s survival in a big way.” His words are solid and sure, delivered with no doubt.

“He’s probably seen him fight—Ethan’s got fans everywhere. I’m sure killers respect him all over the world.”

Gideon runs the pad of his thumb over my lower lip and I fight the urge to lick him, suck his thumb, mount him, and ride him until we literally can’t separate.Whoa, omega, down girl—someone is getting inappropriately carried away. Intense relief and arousal are not a thing, or never have been until now.

Gideon’s eyes twinkle, as though he’s receiving similarly subtle guidance from the omegaverse busybodies intent on running our lives. “I’ve seen him fight and he deserves all the respect.”

I get lost staring at Gideon, breathing his scent, the bubble around us thickening and blocking out the world and all its dangers. Focus, Tillie. “Did you learn anything else about my new murdery alpha?”

“I got his name. It took extorsion, but I’m still counting it as a win.”

The oddity of this entire situation surfaces again, mystery names and identities for the men who may getruttywith me one day. “What’s his name?”

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