Page 17 of The Omega Lesson

“She’s perfect.”

Lexi makes a small sound and peers up at Mattie. “Where’s Ben?”

He smiles at her, bright enough to light up the whole limo, and kisses the end of her nose. “He’s still presenting that award. But he’s gonna be so pissed he missed this.”

He’s not wrong there. One of Ben’s favourite fantasies is riding my heat in the back of a limousine. “You should text him, Mattie. Although,” I add sourly, “you’ll have to ask the dickhead up front where we’re going.”

Mattie nods, but he already has his brother on speed dial. As soon as Ben answers, Mattie clicks it over to speaker. “Ah, what you up to, bro?”

“Where the hell did you all go? I finally got a break to come find you and Mitchell said you took the car.”

I wince at the thought of Ben finding his driver abandoned in the carpark, but Mattie waves a hand. “It’s no big deal. We’re all here. Travis is taking us on a moonlight mystery tour, while Lexi takes a sweet ride on Jack’s dick.”

There’s a deathly silence, and I snatch the phone out of Mattie’s hand. “We’re alright, Ben. I’m sorry we left.”

“You and Lexi are fucking? Right now? How did that happen?” There’s a half-pause and then his words tumble out, full of worry. “Are you in heat, sweetheart?”

I open my mouth to reassure him when Lexi’s lock is suddenly milking me again, my dick throbbing in reaction. My balls are so tight they’re starting to ache, but then I’m jerking out another release, groaning loud enough to make Travis swerve the car. “Seriously, Jack?”

“Fuck off,” I slur, the pleasure turning my brain to mush as the phone falls from my hand. “Just turn around and go get Ben.”

But Travis is shaking his head. “There’s no time. We’ll be lucky to get in, anyway.”

He ends the debate by raising the divider screen, and I listen with half an ear as Ben tells Mattie he’ll track his phone. I can hear the anger building in his voice, and Mattie scoots in closer, his hand massaging my shoulder. “We’re okay, bro. Soon as we stop, I’ll text you the address. But if you ask me, this isn’t a rut. Lexi’s in some kind of haze, not raging out.”

Ben still sounds concerned. “You know what to look for?”

“I’ve seen it plenty.” His eyes meet mine, the same world-weariness there that I saw in the few short months I lived on the streets in London. It’s a sad fact of life that alpha rages are twice as likely to occur amongst the homeless population. “No one’s gonna get hurt here, I promise.”

I don’t need to be convinced. Other than licking my neck at the beginning, Lexi hasn’t made a single move towards my throat. Like Mattie, I’ve seen plenty, and I know how an alpha can tear into someone when their blood is up.

And the only way this situation is dangerous to me is because I never want it to stop.

But then the car is slowing down, and I peer out the window. We’re in some kind of industrial area. All warehouses and factories, with a heavy-duty gate sliding open in front of us. We descend a steep drive into a garage, and Mattie looks at me wide-eyed.

Magical mystery tour, my arse.

I have no idea where we are. Travis has a place in the city, and Noah lives up in the hills. They both have a ton of different business interests, so maybe this is one of their properties, but I doubt it. Because the next moment, a pair of very serious-looking gentlemen are standing on either side of our car. And there’s no mistaking the bulge of guns under their suits.

Lexi

Richard is a dick.

It’s something I’ve known for a while, of course, but now I have living, breathing,blissfulproof.

Because there’s nothing redundant about my lock. In fact, next to Jack’s perfect cock, it’s nature’s best invention.

And Jack seems to agree. I’m not sure how I went from slow kisses to riding him in the back of a limo, but it didn’t feel as sleazy as it sounds. It felt… freeing. Like my body was finally doing what it was made to do.

Right up until my teenage crush accused me of going into rut and locking down his brother against his will.

Is that what I’ve done? I’m not really in a position to argue with Travis, since my only first-hand experience of a rut was when I presented. Like most alpha females, I get a monthly injection that works like a depo shot for betas. It controls my hormone levels, keeping any darker impulses in check. I’ve been on it since day one, with only a short hiatus while I breastfed Bree. I’ve heard about out-of-control ruts, though, and even witnessed a few alphas driven close to a rage state by their biological urges. But I refuse to believe that is whatthisis.

There’s no way it’s just mindless lust. It’s true that even while Jack’s still buried deep inside me, I’m greedy for more. But more ofeverything. His smiles, his kisses, the dimples in his cheeks, and those flashes of deep and complete understanding in his eyes.

And then there’s Mattie. Rutting alphas don’t letanyonenear their omega. Doesn’t matter how close we are, or that he’s Jack’s friend, too. If I really was on the edge of a rage, I would never let Mattie stay in the back of the car with us.

Instead, I’m soaking up his kisses and caresses, my own pleasure magnified by the hungry look in his eyes. I don’t want to kick him out, because I’m too busy thinking about what it would be like to bring him all the wayin….

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