Page 60 of The Omega Lesson

I don’t try to mask my disappointment. “No?”

“No.” She gives me another little shove. “Because I’m in alpha mode right now. That means you don’t just get the pussy, you deal with the lock. And when we do this, we do it as partners.”

“Partners?” Because that’s the only word I can stutter out after my brain exploded for a second time.

“It’s what I always wanted, Travis. Even as a kid, I was just waiting for you to look at me and seeme. I don’t care if you call it partners or being part of a pack, but that’s what I have with Mattie and your brothers. Ben I’m still working on, but that’s mostly because his work has gotten in the way. I don’t doubt that he wants me.”

I swallow against a mouthful of jealous bile. She talks about them like she’s known them for years, not weeks. But I’m the one she has the history with.

I’mthe one she loved first.

“Don’t you want to know what it feels like? If not the pack stuff, what about that fire out there?” She nods back at the door, stepping in so close I can smell the vanilla seeping from her skin. “Is that something you feel every day, Travis?”

“Never,” I admit, staring down into her face. “Not for… a very long time.”

She nods, like it’s exactly what she was expecting me to say. “Then maybe you should do something about getting it back.”

Lexi

As much as I want to take care of my own fire situation – as in the one that’s sent my undies up in flames, and can only be doused by Travis Lyall’s fire hose – I force myself to leave him in the locker room. Which is probably a good thing, since the other guys – and a few curious onlookers – are waiting outside. The official who got me into the game is hovering at the edge to congratulate me and subtly ask about contact details for my brother’s donation. She hands over the glass winner’s plate that we forgot to accept before Travis dragged me off court, and then I’m falling into the guys’ arms. I suck in a huge breath of their combined scents and groan. Whatever is seeping out of my pores seems to have the same effect on them, because we’re all suddenly headed to the carpark at a rapid pace.

“I need you,” I huff as I fall into the backseat. I expect one of the other guys to take the front one, but they both pile in with me. It’s way too crowded for comfort, and Noah shoots them a disgusted look as he pulls out into traffic. “You fuckers,” he mutters. “Don’t do any of the good stuff until we get home.”

“Sure, bro,” Jack smirks, running his nose down my neck. “Wow, Travis really got you worked up, sweetheart.”

“I pretty much told him I was going to lock his dick down. Not in the locker room…” I smirk, because even as crazy as he makes me, there would have been a nice irony to that. “But I gave him a shove. If he wants me, he knows where I am.”

“Fuck, how can he not? You were amazing out there, babe,” Mattie tells me, and I turn my face, falling into his kiss. His mint flavour makes me moan, and I chase his tongue, desperate to lick it clean. I can feel Jack flush against my back, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts. He tweaks my nipples as he grinds his groin against my arse and I moan again. Doesn’t matter we’re on a busy freeway in an open-top convertible. After getting so worked up in front of an arena full of spectators, I’m dying to feel their hands on my body.

“Fucking hell…” Noah snaps, swerving through the traffic. “If you arseholes have an orgy back there, you can sleep in the stables.”

“You’re always telling me they’re nicer than my cottage, so that’s not much of a threat,” I sass when I come up for air.

He shoots me a punishing glare in the rear-vision mirror. “Baby girl, you haven’t seen what I can do on my home turf. Writing lines and fucking your pussy with my crop is nothing.”

That gets the other two ogling me. “What the hell? Where did this happen?” Jack demands.

“School,” Noah smirks. “On my first day tour. Took one look at me on my stallion and she couldn’t hold herself back. Threw herself down in an academy stall and begged me to ravish her.”

I roll my eyes at him. “That’s notquitehow it happened.”

I tell them about getting punished for giving away my bouquet of apples, and Mattie leans forward to punch Noah’s shoulder. “She gave them tome, numbnuts!”

“And I got the apple pie.” Noah smirks, then gives a crow of victory. “We’re home, assholes! Hand her over!”

He parks a little haphazardly for a high-performance sportscar, but then he’s leaping through the open roof and scooping me off the backseat. I expect him to march us straight up to his nest, but he swerves towards the stables. “You’re kidding!” I laugh, while the others trail us. “As handy as you are with your crop, I’m not interested in a riding lesson right now.”

“The only thing you’ll be riding is me,” he mutters, the door opening in front of us on some magical sensor. The stables really are state-of-the art, and I’m actually quite looking forward to a roll in his very expensive hay. But I grab one of the stall posts as he tries to stride past. “What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“That little horse.”

He side-eyes the stall. “That’s a Shetland pony. For Bree. If she likes horses. Which, of course, she will, because they’re fucking fabulous.”

I gape at him while he rambles, my heart melting right out of my ribs. “You got my baby girl apony?”

“Does it get my dick sucked?”

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