Page 17 of Royal Omega

And honestly, I can’t be sure that my parentsdidn’tpull strings to get me special treatment. It sure as hell wouldn’t be the first time.

I push the lonely thoughts away, choosing to focus instead on the alpha I met on the balcony. There is something about him — something dangerous and alluring, but also something trustworthy. I can’t see him rubbing favors in my face, or telling me how to act. He would be different from what I’m used to, no question about it.

Those tattoos, too... damn. I have a few of my own, tucked away in places that don’t show at parties, and I know how badly they can hurt. Covering your knuckles? My blood stirs as I imagine him gritting his teeth through the pain. I bet he didn’t make a sound.

I wish I had gotten a closer look at what they said. Maybe KNOT MINE. No, that’s too cutesy-clever for someone like him. They probably say something really cool. Something that doesn’t have anything to do with the knot that I already want inside me.

My skin starts to feel flush, and I wiggle under the sheets. He smells like oranges and cedar. He’s so tall, so muscled... he could throw me up against a wall and push into me and...

Fuck, I really need to take the edge off. I take a shower, hoping that will cool me down, but the water teases my breasts, and despite my best efforts, all the touching in the world isn’t enough to bring me the release I need.

I change into light pink silk shorts and a camisole, which drape over my body in a way that definitely doesn’t improve things. Fuck, I’m in trouble. This isn’t a full heat, but I’m getting close. I need release, and I need it badly.

A light giggle filters through the closed windows. Curious, I step across the room and peek out. The hot tub in the back yard is bubbling away, clouds of steam rising from the heated surface. There’s an alpha pack in the tub, flirting with one of the omegas; Mary, I think.

I watch, my body pounding with need, as the omega stands, the water sluicing over her curves. She steps toward the group, and they receive her with purrs of approval.

I swallow hard as a kiss turns into a stroke, and then the brawny man is lifting her out of the tub, and all of them are racing across the lawn toward what I can only imagine will soon be a very full, very wet, bed.

Letting out a shuddering breath, I shed my robe and climb into my own bed. I toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable spot. Then finally, cursing to myself, I grab the comforter off the bed and move into the bathroom. There’s a jacuzzi-sized tub in here that I haven’t used, so it’s nice and dry.

Perfect for a nest.

Once I have everything arranged to my liking, I let my fingers wander down over my breasts and slide lower, over my belly and down between my thighs. My breath catches as I find the spot I need.

Circling slowly, I imagine how it could be between me and the alpha from the balcony.

Maybe I never stopped looking out the window, I tell myself, moving my fingers in a teasing motion. Maybe I was about to turn away when my eye caught on another figure, making his way toward the now-empty hot tub.

I lick my lips as I imagine him. He’s coming from the far side of the lawn, where I think there’s a gym. His shirt is clutched in one hand, his shorts tight, barely containing his tree trunk thighs. I watch as he runs a hand over the back of his neck, looking at the hot tub like it’s tempting him. Then with a low sound of abandonment, he casts his shirt aside and steps into the heated water, sighing as he leans back against the side of the tub.

I bite my lip, moving my fingers faster.

In my mind, I’m watching through the window, trying to hold myself back. I know I should leave him alone. He’s clearly having a much-deserved soak after a hard workout. Watching him through my window is an invasion of privacy.

But instead of leaving him alone, I press my palm to the glass, watching as the bubbles tease the muscles of the alpha’s stomach. He groans as his hand dips below the water, and I catch the unmistakable movements that can only mean one thing: he’s touching himself. He glances up, looking at me through the glass, his eyes intense and challenging as he moves faster, touching himself as he watches me.

Now my fantasy changes. I’m running out of my room, tip-toeing down the cold marble stairs in my bare feet, making my way toward the hot tub, my heart drumming hard in my chest.

As I step out onto the lawn, I scan the area, looking for signs of anyone else; but there’s no one. Just me and the alpha, whose eyes zero in on me the moment I step into view.

“Hello,” I practically whisper as I reach the edge of the jacuzzi.

“Hi there,” he replies. “You coming in?”

I hesitate, realizing I haven’t exactly thought this through. “I’m not really dressed for it,” I say awkwardly.

His eyes dip to my cami, and I can feel my nipples puckering, my skin flushing.

“I think you’re dressed just right,” he drawls. He holds out a hand, coaxing me closer. I dip a toe into the water and slide inside. He takes my hips in his hands, pulling me against his slick body.

I circle faster as I imagine him kissing me, his warm skin against mine.

“Izzy,” he growls. “Who told you that you could wear this fucking outfit? It’s torturing me.”

“It’s my body,” I would whisper back. “I can clothe it how I want.”

“No, sweetness. I’m so sorry. This body isn’t yours; it’s mine.”

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