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Chapter Twenty-six - Conrad

This is a huge fuckingmistake. I knew it before I even touched her. But I just couldn’t stand it any longer; being so close to her, after all this time, in closed quarters... she’s just impossible for me to resist. This is why she’s so dangerous to me; she holds such incredible power.

Her taste; I have been longing for it for so long. Tormented myself with memories of stolen kisses outside fancy parties. She was my first kiss. If I could have had it my way, she would have been my last. And maybe it’s too late for that, but it doesn’t mean I can’t let myself enjoy this. At least for a little while.

I groan as I slip my tongue into her mouth, holding her tight against me. She moans, leaning into the kiss, and responding with eagerness that makes me hard. I thrust my hips forward, letting her feel my response to her touch, and she lets out a low, throaty sound. Her hand graces over the front of my trousers, and I think I might die.

I move my hand to her throat, holding her steady as I ravage her mouth, my tongue teasing and playing with hers. She kisses me back with abandon, her movements playful and sensual. She’s good at this. Too good. I’m on the verge of turning her around and fucking her against the wall of the van.

I run my hand down the front of her dress, clutching her tit in my palm and squeezing. They’re bigger than they were years ago; softer, and even more tempting, if it’s possible.

Carissa breaks the kiss, moving her mouth to my ear. “Conrad,” she whispers. “It’s been so long...”

There’s a banging on the outside of the van, and a voice calls, “We’re about to start!”

Carissa curses, pulling back. She grabs hold of her canvas bag and pulls her dry clothes up over her chest. I have to bite back a growl of protest, watching those gorgeous breasts disappear from view. I want to explore them with my mouth. Bite down on the nipples until she screams her pleasure. If I thought I was aching for her before, it was nothing to now.

“We have a rose ceremony tonight,” she says. “Are you going to... what are you going to do?”

I’m ashamed to say that I hesitate. As much as I want to believe everything she’s told me, it feels too good to be true. Too damn easy. If I offer her a red rose tonight, will she throw it in my face tomorrow? Is this all for the cameras? Is there a hidden agenda I can’t see?

Carissa’s face falls, and she shakes her head. “Never mind,” she says. “I shouldn’t have expected... I know you can’t trust me yet.” Biting her lip, she reaches out a hand and touches my own. “I hope that I can find a way to show you that you’re wrong about me,” she whispers softly. “I’m so glad we found each other again, even if it is through this mess. I don’t want to let this opportunity go by without clearing the air.”

And then the van door is yanked open from the outside, flooding the space with light. Jenn is standing there with her hands on her hips, looking supremely irritated. “Are you ready?” she asks sourly. “Because the rest of us are waiting for you, Carissa.”

Behind her, the rest of the cast is waiting. As Carissa steps out of the van, several of the other omegas — particularly Cindy, I notice — snicker at her, wrinkling their noses in disgust as she passes. I’m torn between being outraged at this treatment of my omega, and concern that perhaps she is still keeping things from me.

What if there’s a reason they hate her? Am I falling down the same rabbit hole I failed to avoid in my youth?

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