Page 24 of No Omega Needed

"What's flake?" I ask, perking up.

Riggs grins. "Pretty much the best thing ever created. It's a chocolate stick that's super flaky and it melts on your tongue. It's basically sex for your mouth."

I snort at that, a goofy smile spreading across my face.

"I'm pretty sure there's a name for that." I laugh. "Yeah, or—"

Vince slaps a hand over my mouth. "Nope." He shakes his head. "Don't say it."

I bite his palm and squeak when he slaps my ass. It makes my knees clench. My silly heart races.

"Not funny, little girl," he grumbles, but his lips are tipped up.

"Now you've got me craving ice cream," I grumble when he finally removes his hand.

"They should be done soon," Riggs says, his attention on the door. "We'll get you some on the way home or once we get there."

Ahh yes, I did hear all about Riggs and his sweet tooth from Kitten. Apparently he likes to hide dessert and snacks all over the damn place so no one eats it. It was adorable listening to Kitten recount all the places she's found his snacks.

"Missed you during the show," Dex says, pulling me into his chest. He's sweaty, but he smells delicious.

"Sorry," I say, watching Issac sign a few autographs. "I got stuck talking to my dad."

Dexter frowns.

I wish I hadn't mentioned it. My father is a sore subject for him. Especially since he had me and Dex arrested.

It is for me, too, but for whatever reason my fatherloathesDexter even worse than Issac. Which is saying a lot since he doesn't like Issac at all.

"Dude is fan-girling so hard right now," Dexter says, nodding at Jude.

Jude is bouncing on his toes talking to one of the other bands.

Riggs watches, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest.

I laugh as Dexter's hold on my hip tightens and he pulls me further into his sweaty chest. His other hand rests on the baby belly, causing my chest to ache painfully.

It sounds dramatic because he's literally right here, but it still feels like he's so far away.

He acts like there was never anything between us, so I do my best to portray the same thing even if it makes my gut ache each time I have to fake a smile.

Later that same night, we're lounging on the couch when I remember Vince's promise.

"Will you make me a bowl of chocolate ice cream?" I ask, fluttering my lashes at him.

Vince grumbles, but he hoists himself off the couch. He makes me a giant bowl with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles. He even delivers it to me with a big glass of sweet tea. He stretches out next to me, and I catch sight of his bowl.

Holy shit, it's twice the size of mine. It has to be half the tub of ice cream. I grin, shaking my head.

Kitten wasn't kidding. He's got a ridiculous sweet tooth.

Dex comes in, dropping down on the floor by my feet. His beachy salty scent has my nostrils flaring.

Betas might not be as affected by an alpha's scent as an omega… but Dexter's smell has always made me feel a little high. His pheromones just do it for me, but that's the thing isn't it? Mine will never be enough to keep them from going feral.

Sometimes when I think about it, it makes me sick to my stomach.

How selfish can I be? Wanting to keep them even, knowing the end result?

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