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It’s a straight shot down to our camp from here, so I’ll send her off on her own while I clean up.
She’ll be fine. It’s not too far and it’ll be for the best if the others don’t see us walking in together. Her scent is muted. The orgasm seems to have blunted the alluring sultry edge. It’ll be easier for everyone back at camp without her scent acting like a pent-up siren call.
That’s what I’m telling myself.
A sick, horrified part of me knows it’s a lie.
I’m battling guilt about my actions. Not for being with Halley, but for betraying my blood brothers. We all agreed not to get involved with the Omega.
I never thought I’d be the one to break the oath.
Chapter Forty-One
Halley
Beta Specialist Shade is a sex demon.
It’s the only explanation.
He looks so serious and professional in his pressed fatigues, and then he unleashed a side to him I never saw coming.
Well… until I was actually coming, that is.
That tongue piercing took me by complete surprise, but I think I might be obsessed with it. The variation of soft, hot tongue and rigid metal was transformative.
I feel like I’m floating. The weight of weeks’ worth of sexual tension sizzling in my veins has been released.
Omegas shouldn’t live together with unmated Alphas who smell as good as Knox, Viper, and Blaze do. And I realize now, it’s not just them, it’s the sexy, unassuming Beta in front of me too. I’ve never reacted so strongly to any of my Beta partners in the past. Not even close.
I look down at Shade. He’s panting as though he’s just run a marathon.
Calling a sexual partner ‘Daddy’ was never something I imagined myself doing, but the moment it escaped my lips, an intense wave of arousal washed over me.
I wonder if he indulges his kink in other aspects of his life. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take orders from him again without biting back a cheeky, “yes, Daddy.”
I mentally slap myself out of my daydreams. Bad Omega. I only just got out of horny jail. I don’t want to go straight back in.
Shade wipes his face with the back of his hand, but there is still a slight sheen to his swollen lips, and pride washes over me. He’s covered in my slick and scent. A purr of satisfaction almost rolls over my tongue.
As I watch him stand, I notice he’s hard.
Really hard. And there is a damp patch on the front of his trousers.
I lick my lips.
“Let me help you,” I say, reaching forward to palm the hardness straining against his pants. I want to taste him like he tasted me. I want to know what he tastes like.
He looks down at my outstretched hand and frowns.
“No, Halley. This was for you,” he says as he turns away.
My face heats with embarrassment.
He doesn’t want me to touch him?
He just… what? Serviced me like one of his faulty trail cameras? Ran a diagnostic and then performed a hard reset?
My skin feels clammy as I quickly tug on my pants and boots.
