Page 134 of Lonely Alpha

Her voice was delicate, soft with sleep. I turned to face her, barely holding back a groan when I saw her sitting up.

With her thighs parted.

Exposing that pretty pink pussy I wanted to sink into. I bet she would feel just as good clenching around my cock as her walls had felt fluttering around my tongue.

“Yes, princess?”

If I was lucky, she would tell me to get Leighton for her. They could soothe her pre-heat ache together.

If I wasreallylucky, she would call me back and I would soothe her.

As it turned out, I wasn’t lucky at all.

“Have you been with an omega in heat before?”

I stiffened, not enjoying the way my stomach tightened. “I have.” I couldn’t lie to her, as much as I knew the truth might send her into a rage—especially when she was this close to her own heat.

Never had I thought being a heat helper would come back to bite me in the ass.

Her little growl made my eyes squeeze shut, bracing myself. This could go one of two ways.

She could kick me out, her perception of me changed because I hadn’t waited to have my own omega before helping in a heat.

Or, she could have a feral need to claim me as her own. She already had claimed me, she just didn’t know there was a mark in the shape of her lips right over my heart.

“Why?”

I snapped my eyes open again. She was unexpected. Why was I surprised? She always was. “I was a heat helper. Some of my clients at The Pointe Lounge were mateless omegas.”

Her nose crinkled and she patted the bed beside her. Hesitantly, I sat down on the edge, trying to keep my gaze off her nudity. It was impossible. Her bare skin was tantalizing, and I wanted to do far more than look.

Now, touch, I could resist.

Probably.

“Why would they want an alpha that’s not theirs to help them through their heat?” she asked.

“They either choose someone to help them, or end up drugged to sleep through it. Spending too many heats unconscious isn’t necessarily healthy, so if they haven’t found a pack within a couple of years of their first heat, heat helpers give assistance.”

“And why did you choose to be a heat helper?”

“Because I didn’t think I would ever find you.”

“What about Leighton? You had her. Is she worth less because she’s not an omega? And Mercury?” Kiara was indignant.

I snorted a laugh. “Princess, I haven’t been a heat helper in years. It was when I was far younger, before I was with Leighton or Mercury.”

She flushed from the tips of her ears down her chest. I liked this much better than last night—the makeup had hidden her blush from me. I wanted to see every nuance of how she reacted to my words.

“Would you be a heat helper again?”

“Of course not.”

“No, would you be… Would you bemyheat helper?”

Blood rushed to my face and my cock at the same time, making me lightheaded. “You don’t need a male alpha, little omega. There are toys. Leighton will give you a knot, and she has enough stamina to keep you sufficiently pleasured.”

“That’s not why I want you,” she murmured.

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