Page 27 of Carmichael's Omega

"Not Trevor?" she replies cooly. Her arms cross over her chest. For a second, I see the hurt flash in her eyes. Cassidy wraps one arm around her friend in comfort. I spare a glance at that arm. I'm jealous.

"He didn't know that they were taking pictures," I tell Darcy the truth, blunt and uncompromising.

Tension drains from Darcy. Not all of it, but some.

"Your fraternity was very mean," Cassidy scolds me in the most gentle voice I've heard since...

I shake off the thought. Now is not the time to delve into the past.

"There will be consequences for all of the pledges and brothers who carried out the prank," I reassure them.

"Prank?" Darcy spits, furious again. "TP'ing is a prank. What you did was destroy my reputation-"

"Which is why," I interrupt her whining smoothly, "Trev is planning on fixing the situation with you. We've erased all the pictures we can. And you can consider Trev your personal bodyguard from all the shit on campus for the rest of the year."

Darcy's eyes widen. She's still suspicious, though. "Why are you doing this?"

I smile. "It's a favor. A favor for a favor,sí, Cassidy?"I see the comprehension dawn on her face. Her cheeks turn pink. She owes me a favor, and I aim to collect right now."Excuse us, Darcy," I pull Cassidy away from her books and down the hall.

"W-Where are we going? Carmichael?" she asks again when I don't respond.

"Somewhere I can get you to myself,Conejita," I reply.I find an empty conference room at the end of the hall. It smells faintly of mold and dust, but it'll do.

I bring Cassidy over to the windows and face her outside. "Palms on the window." She presses her hands to the glass, her breath shaky, legs trembling.

I flip her skirt up and pull her panties down to the tops of her thighs. From the window, you can't see that she's exposed. Only I can see the perfect swell of her ass.

"Bonita, Cassidy." I slap her ass hard. She cries out, lurching forward, but she's already pressed to the glass.

"Carm, no!" she shouts as I spank her again.

"Ah, ah,Conejita. You owe me,si?"

"OK," she sniffles.

My hand stops, raised in the air. "OK?" I ask suspiciously.

"I'm sorry I lied to Darcy. She was just so sad, and I didn't know your fraternity had punished those males."

I chuckle darkly in her ear. "Omega. They aren't punished. I said that shit to make your dumb friend happy so that you would owe me." I rain two more smacks, lighter this time, on her soft skin.

"I hate omegas, Cassidy," I confess to her quietly. My hand rests on her heated ass cheek gently. My anger has drained away, leaving me to feel as if I'm recovering from a wound to the chest.

She starts weeping, silent, miserable tears. "Why?" she sobs.

"You just lied. Made me lie. You can manipulate me so easily. Even now, these tears?" I gently wipe her face free of them. "I hate to see you cry." I kiss her forehead. "Conejita, I hate to see you cry."

"Then make it stop," she whispers, her mouth almost brushing mine.

I inhale shakily. Manipulative little... My alpha-wolf whines, scratches my belly. Make the tears stop.

Moaning, I fall to my knees behind her. She lets out a tiny squeak, jumping a little when I spread her red, inflamed ass cheeks apart. She's pretty everywhere, this omega.

"What- How does this work? Oh," Cassidy gasps.

I bury my face between her thighs, smiling at her innocent questioning, her soft gasps of pleasure. I suck and lick, loving her taste, direct in my mouth. I fuck her with my tongue, eating my bunny. When I run my tongue over her seam and tease open her folds, I can’t believe how tight her little hole is. I have to press hard to open up the small flower. Her juices run over my face and drip down my chin. Sweeter than candy.

My omega holds nothing back. She gives every sound and reaction to me. Her palms hit the glass, leaving sweaty smears behind. If anyone looks up now, they’ll know she’s being naughty.

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