Page 14 of Their Perfect Omega

He lets me go and sits on the shower bench, his hand going to his cock and pumping down the long shaft. God, I want to sit on it and have it fill me.

Alvaro’s tongue flicks harder, his hand pumping in sync with his motion. Tate groans, his fist matching our pace. It’s too much, and I cry out, my release taking me to a whole new universe of pleasure.

My entire body spasmed as I orgasmed, the water becoming too much for my sensitive clit. I pulled it away and sat down heavily on the shower seat, my toes and fingers tingling as my pleasure ebbed all too quickly.

If only the fantasy had been real…

As I came down from my orgasm, the fog that had been surrounding my brain since the first glass of wine cleared. What was I doing masturbating in a famous boyband’s guest bathroom?

I gasped and nearly slipped getting up.My pills.

I quickly finished my shower and wrapped a towel around me after drying off. Clothes were on the floor outside the door, and I was disappointed they were freshly washed. There wasn’t even the smallest hint of Alvaro or Tate on them. The shirt was a dark gray N’Pact shirt with a photo of them, and the shorts were too big for me but were fine after I pulled the drawstring as far as it would go and rolled the waistband a few times.

My hair was dripping down my back, but I didn’t exactly have another shirt to wrap it in. Sometimes I wished I was more like Kayla with my hair. She did not take care of her curls like I did. After I got my pills, I’d take the t-shirt off and wrap my hair in it so I could at least not look like a frizz ball.

The house was dark and quiet as I tiptoed down the hall toward the living room. It was a relief that all pharmacies were required to put medicine for omegas in punch-out packaging because pill bottles could easily be tampered with.

There was a dim light on in the corner of the living room and in the kitchen, giving just enough light to see. I walked to the coffee table and frowned down at it. Where the fuck were my pills?

I was pretty sure I’d put them right next to the controller for the television. I turned around and moved the pillows and then the couch cushions. Besides a few Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, coins, and a tissue, there was nothing.

Dropping to my hands and knees, I ran my hand under the couch and glanced under the coffee table. Maybe I had taken them into the kitchen. I had meant to take one.

I started to walk that way, but then stopped dead in my tracks. I hadn’t seen Gizmo when I’d first walked into the living room because the couch was in the way.

He was lying on his side on the floor, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and his breaths coming hard and fast. And right next to him was a chewed-up sleeve and blister package.

“No...” I breathed out, dropping to my knees in front of him and running my hand down his side. “What did you do?”

He whimpered, and my heart broke into pieces. He’d chewed on the entire thing and most of the pills were missing. Not caring if he bit me, I grabbed his jaw and opened his mouth to look inside.

“Fuck.” I couldn’t see anything besides lots and lots of saliva. He needed a vet and fast.

I jumped to my feet and ran toward the stairs. This was all my fault, and if the dog died... I couldn’t think of that. Dogs swallowed things they weren’t supposed to all the time. He’d be okay. Right?

At the top of the stairs in one direction was a completely dark hall, and the other had a faint glow at the end where there was a large open space, like a television was on. There were double doors at the very end of it, which was most likely the primary bedroom.

I ran, bypassing a few doors, not wanting to waste time looking inside. Where there was light, there was life. The hall openedinto a living room space with a library and lounge on one sideand a television with giant beanbags on the other, one of which was occupied.

“Payne!” The N’Pact member was sleeping, a gaming controller on his heavily tattooed and muscular stomach.

He stirred but didn’t wake up. I said his name again and tapped his foot. He groaned and moved, the controller falling off his stomach, but his eyes stayed closed.

“Wake up!” I leaned closer to him, smacking his knee.

He jolted awake, his eyes widening as he sat up. I didn’t have time to explain what I was doing standing right over him in his house before he grabbed me and flung me onto the foam beanbag, pinning me under him.

“Omega,” he growled, buryinghis face in my hair and neck. “You smell so good.”

I was frozen, unable to even formulate a thought. The weight of his body on top of mine and the way he was holding my wrists possessively over my head was making my already satisfied pussy think she wasn’t so satisfied after all.

“Is this a dream?” His lips brushed against the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “You smell like warm chocolate.”

I inhaled sharply. His scent was all alpha, but the bacon undertones made me groan and squirm underneath him. “Wait... I...”

He bit my ear and moved my wrists to hold with one hand. His other trailed down the side of my face to my throat. He wrapped his tattooed fingers around it, putting very little pressure, but just enough that if I had panties on, they would be soaked. Instead, the wetness just pooled between my thighs.

“Payne,” I panted. “Gizmo.”

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