Page 18 of Outback Mate
I tug my top over my head, slip my legs out of my soggy jeans, and throw on the bottoms. They’re a light powder blueand barely fit over my ample Omega curves. My breasts strain against the fabric obscenely, and I smirk.
Good, let him get an eyeful and see if he can run with a hard on.
My inner Omega is feeling rejected and wounded. I get petty when I’m hurt.
Fuck this.
I storm out of the examination room and into the open space with lines of mismatched chairs. The decor is peeling orange-painted walls and tired furniture.
“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but if you could acknowledge what is happening between us, that’d be great!” I snap, searching for his stupid sexy jean-clad bum.
He’s standing on a coffee table scattered with out-of-date gossip magazines, stretching up to close a window. Rain is coming in sideways, the wind carrying it into the room and splattering onto the floor.
The louvres are stubborn. Red dust chokes the hinges, and he strains to get them to snap closed.
His shirt rises and reveals a glimpse of well-defined abs. The fabric clings to his toned physique, accentuating every contour and muscle. Saliva pools in my mouth and I have images of licking those abs, following the dark dusting of hair from his belly button to his–
“Omega! Get back on the bed, you can’t be walking around,” he barks with authority, and I roll my eyes at the dominant tone.
And happy feelings gone. My indignant sass returns with force.
“Says who? My doctor or the guy that ran out of the room faster than I could say ‘please knot me’?”
I watch in fascination as a red blush stains his neck, disappearing into his thick beard, and he scrunches his eyes shut as he grasps the window ledge tighter.
I smirk.
I bet he’s picturing his knot inside me right now.
His Alpha scent thickens around us as his desire flares.
My body reacts, my nipples pebbling as my panties soak with a fresh wave of slick.
I want his knot. There’s no way for me to resist. I need it.
I stare up at him, waiting for him to say something, but he shakes his head as he snaps his eyes open.
“Back to bed now, Omega,” he grits through clenched teeth.
“Only if you come with me,” I say with a challenging raised brow.
His gaze is fiery with need. The sharp cut of his stubbled jaw clenches tightly as he breathes deeply through his mouth. I can hear him exhaling from here, and a sense of triumph fills me.
My Alpha is fighting with himself over me. I feel empowered by this realisation. He wants me, and it’s driving him crazy.
I lift my chin in defiance.
“Tell me why you’re not acknowledging this.” I tilt my head, looking up at him through my lashes, and gesture between us.
His eyes narrow as they travel across my face, studying me. The look he gives me is unreadable and makes my heart thud erratically against my ribs.
Before he can answer, another gust of wind barrels through the open window beside me, spraying me with fat droplets of rain.
I don’t think, I just move. I’m an Omega of action. I’ve always worked hard, and don’t wait around for others to do anything for me. The window needs to be closed, so I’ll close it. Simple.
The window isn’t as high as the one the Alpha is struggling to close, and I can reach it if I stand on one of the waiting room chairs.
“Omega,” he barks. “Don’t you dare climb on that!”
