Page 41 of Pack Rivals, Part One

Back in my cubicle, I lower my underwear and investigate.

Slick.

The doctor had given me a 101 on omega biology. Rather a lot of it had revolved around this.

Slick, slick, slick.

That special ability of an omega to make copious amounts of it, especially in heat. Making sex easier, more comfortable, more pleasurable. Making knotting a possibility. Making breeding more likely.

And fucking ruining my underwear. I try my best to mop everything up, ignoring the way everything between my legs is throbbing. Then I go to splash a second round of water on my face.

This time I draw the door to the bathroom back carefully before I step out.

This time I find not Silver but Axel waiting for me, leaning against the wall, his face bathed in shadow.

I swallow hard, his scent tingling on my tongue.

"You ran off rather suddenly."

"I'm sorry. I …"

His nose twitches again and he steps towards me, closing the distance between us in one powerful stride.

My heart stops beating. He's so close and his eyes are like moonlight, like magic. He bends close and breathes me in, his nose – his mouth – hovering right by my neck, air rushing past my skin and caressing it like fingertips.

"You smell like everything sweet and good in this world, Omega."

My knees buckle.

Omega.

When he calls me that …

"Wanna kiss you so bad. Wanna taste you and lick you and do all sorts of bad things to you too."

Dirty talk? I always hated dirty talk, didn't I?

"Like what?" I murmur, drunk on his scent and his eyes and his damn growly voice.

His hands creep nearer, and he traces his knuckles down my arms. "I'd like to taste that sweet slick you're making. I'd like to lay you out on that table back there, flip up your skirt, rip off your panties and devour you with my mouth."

"Oh god," I gasp and feeling all my good work in the bathroom go to waste.

"Christ, Bea, that smells so damn good. Do you know how hard you are making me?"

His knuckles creep higher, to my shoulder, where he traces the outline of my collar bones with the pads of his fingers.

Me? Make him hard? I don't see how someone like me could turn on someone like him. But, oh lord, right now, I don't care if it's all fakery and trickery because his words are dizzying.

His fingertips climb higher, up the column of my neck, over my chin and to my mouth. He sweeps his thumb along my lower lip. One way, and then the other.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart," he tells me. "I'm going to make you even wetter."

He captures my lips between his and he wasn't lying. I lean into his body and he draws me closer. I dissolve into his strong arms and his kiss like sugar in warm water.

My entire body is taken over by feeling and sensation, and I forget completely that I only kissed another man mere moments ago. I forget I've kissed more men in the last hour than I have in my entire life before.

I whimper against his mouth as his tongue darts between my lips, tasting me. Then he pulls away, forcing an even louder whimper from my throat.

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