Page 78 of Omega's Secret Guardian

Storm scowled. Linus wasn’tsafeon his own. Storm had chased off enough alphaswithout Linus knowing, to know that his omega somehow attracted bad alphas like flies to honey. That wasn’t something Storm wanted to bring to Linus’ attention; Linus had enough things to worry about without looking over his shoulder all the time.

“Not yet,” Storm said firmly. “Maybe when there’s a good time for me to go. Right now, your safety is more important than me fixing things with my family.”

Especially when Linus’ ex had been sniffing around, searching for him.

Linus frowned.

Storm gently stroked Linus’ belly. “Anyway, you’ve helped me figure it out. If I try to channel my parents... Maybe I’ll be an okay dad.”

At least that eased his panic a little.

Linus covered Storm’s hand with his own, a tiny smile on his lips. “I think you’ll be fine. You’re a good alpha.”

Storm’s heart stuttered. “I’m not a good alpha. You know that.”

“Good enough for me.”

The urge to kiss him gripped Storm’s insides like an iron fist. He peeked at Linus’ lips—soft-looking, glistening with dampness—and his heart tripped.

Sure, they had spent Linus’ heat together. But that didn’t mean Linus wanted a kiss from him.

What would Linus say when he discovered that Storm had been secretly living in his apartment for months? Now that he was thinking clearly, maybe he would forbid Storm from seeing him again.

One day at a time,Storm told himself.

He petted his omega, tucking Linus’ hair behind his ears and stroking his jaw. When his knot finally went down, Storm began poking around Linus’ desk. “Do you have any wet wipes?”

“In my bag.”

“You jerk off here?” Storm asked, surprised.

“No! I use the wipes for my face,” Linus said indignantly. His ears turned pink. “To freshen up in the middle of the day. Not for... other things.”

Storm laughed. “Maybe we should have a pack for... extracurricular activities.”

Linus paled. “Not in here!”

“Alright.” Storm pressed a kiss to Linus’ ear, then reached over to retrieve the wipes from Linus’ bag. He cleaned Linus first—his come-covered belly, the dried sweat all over his skin, the trails ofcome and slick on his thighs. Already, there was a steady stream leaking out of Linus’ body onto Storm’s crotch.

“Good thing my pants are black,” Storm said dryly. “Then again, maybe the come stains will turn white?”

Linus groaned and hid his face.

The tricky part came when Storm pulled out of him entirely. Thick white fluid gushed out of Linus, so much of it that Storm pulsed between his legs. It went all over the chair and floor, and the office smelled even more like sex than before.

“Good thing I haven’t sprayed the scent suppressant yet,” Storm said, committing the sight of Linus’ bare, come-streaked thighs to memory. He laid Linus out on his desk and waited for the flow to stop.

“You have a scent suppressant?” Linus asked.

“You don’t?”

“I don’t do questionable things in my office!” Linus frowned, then frowned more deeply. “Wait. Why am I still not smelling you? Now that I know you’ve been in my apartment. I thought you’d stop... hiding your scent.”

Storm wet his lips. “I wasn’t sure if you were ready to deal with that. Exactly how much I visit your apartment.”

Linus chewed his lip. “You should stop hiding. Then I’d have a better idea.”

Storm’s stomach tightened with nerves, but he nodded. “Okay.”

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