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“Mm, but you feel so good right where you are, my sweet. Are you sure you really want to move?” She whispers huskily as she moves her hips faster before slowing them back down again.

I lap at her nipple and moan as I rub against her a couple more times, both of us panting before she relaxes her grip. I lift myself to kneel between her legs. She whines at the loss of contact, and I raise a brow at her, my face inches from her gleaming pussy.

“That wasn’t very alpha-like of you.”

“I think there are better uses for that smart mouth of yours, Baby Girl. Why don’t you put it to good use, hmm?”

I give her a naughty grin, and then I lick a long stripe between her lips. Her taste explodes against my tongue, and I groan. So. Fucking. Good. I’ll never be able to enjoy coffee the same again after this. Her hands tangle in my hair, clenching handfuls as she grinds against my face, watching me eat her. I’m dripping on the blankets beneath us, so incredibly turned on as she uses me to chase her own pleasure. I don’t think River will ever be able to get my scent out of here after this.

I suck the little bundle of nerves hard, and she growls ferally. Keeping my eyes locked on her, I watch her face twist in pleasure, her plump lips parted as little noises escape her. I push two fingers into her, fucking her slowly as I suck on her clit, twirling my tongue and flicking it. Her chest heaves and her tits jiggle before she releases a hand to pinch a nipple and rolls it between her fingers. Her other hand stays in my hair, keeping me where she wants me.

“Right there, Baby Girl. Fuck, you look so pretty with a mouth full of my pussy. Such a good omega, so perfect.” She moans, praising me and making me feel good with her words.

I moan against her, so close to coming without even being touched it’s insane. Her hips move frantically, and I feel her walls clench around my fingers tight inside of her as I thrust them in and out slowly. I need her orgasm like I need my next breath. I speed up my thrusts as I flatten my tongue against her clit, and she fucks my face like a woman possessed. When she comes, her juices squirt into my mouth, and it’s flooded with her essence. I cry out at the same moment as my own orgasm hits me, surprising the hell out of me. I just came and didn’t even get any stimulation. She turned me on so much that I came. Fuck.

Her hands release my hair, falling limply to the side, and I continue to lick her through the aftershocks, not ready to stop. With one last long swipe through her folds, I kiss her pubic bone before sliding up and laying my body against hers, resting my head against her chest.

“River is going to be so jealous he missed out,” she mumbles, satisfied eyes on mine.

“Next time, we’ll tie him up and make him watch.” I joke, waggling my brows.

She laughs happily, pecking me on the lips. “You read my mind. Come on, let’s feed you.”

I raise a brow and smirk. “You just did.”

“Actual food. Cheeky omega.” She growls, nipping my throat and smacking my ass.

I grin, dress quickly, and dart out of her reach, laughing as she chases me down the stairs. Yeah, an omega could get used to this.

Seventeen

Ripley

I’m being followed, I think to myself.

The sense of eyes on me, despite how many times I’ve looked around and not seen anyone, won’t go away. Someone is watching me, following me. It’s this deep sense of dread that’s taken root in my gut, and if my parents taught me anything growing up, it’s that I should always trust my gut. I’m not a paranoid person, so if everything inside of me insists I’m being watched, I’m going to listen. The sensation has followed me on my last three stops, making the tension in my shoulders wind tighter and tighter, leaving me with a tension headache and a deep ache between my shoulder blades.

Considering we’re coming up on the end of summer, the town is crowded as everyone rushes to get their last-minute barbeque or party supplies for whatever they’re planning. I volunteered to come into town to run errands for Mom and get everything she needed for our evening, the grocery store being my last stop. River and the rest of the pack are finally coming over, so she wants everything to be perfect.

It’s been several weeks since I finally left Pack Kingston’s house from my sleepover, and I’ve missed them all terribly. Aside from some phone calls and a couple of lunch dates with Syn, Nico, and River, I haven’t been able to see them. Oh, River has begged and pleaded with me to come spend the night again, but I’ve held him off this far. And I can even admit that it has sucked. I’m desperate to go back to their house and not leave again.

The pack has all been busy, and I’ve been spending time with my niece and nephew when my sister needs the help, as well as hanging out with Gabriel and Hunt. It’s been great seeing the little monsters and getting time with my friends, but I miss my omega and alphas. I even miss Kian and Knight. Nothing has progressed further than a somewhat friendship between me and those two, but I have hope. I was even added to the group chat recently, which has been loads of fun. For River and me. Not so much for Kian and the alphas.

River and I have had the time of our lives riling the alphas up by pretending to forget we’re in the group chat and sending naughty messages back and forth to each other until one or all of them scolds us. Tonight, they’re all going to be at my parent’s place, and the anticipation of seeing them soon has left me in a cheerful bubble most of the morning.

Back to my current predicament, though. I should be safe because there are plenty of people out in town today, so it’s not like anyone can hurt me. Surely. Still, this sensation crawling along my spine like nails on a chalkboard has my hackles rising. The hairs on the back of my neck and on my arms are raised, and there’s a swirling pit in my stomach. I breathe out slowly.

Just calm down, Rip, I tell myself.

I look in every direction of the aisle I’m on, trying to see if I can catch anyone suspiciously staring me down. There are two other people on this aisle, and neither is even paying me any attention. So why do I still feel like I’m being watched, and closely?

Quickly grabbing the last item I need, I head for checkout. That feeling is still there as I’m checking out, only now there’s a sense of foreboding, like my omega instincts know something just isn’t right and they’re urging me to err on the side of caution. I smile tightly at the cashier as I pay for everything, rushing away after grabbing my bags and telling her to keep the change. As I walk through the sliding glass doors, I check behind me one more time to make sure no one is there. Unsurprisingly, I still don’t see anyone. What the fuck is going on?

My eyes track every single person’s movement that I come across on the short trek to where I parked my car. There’s no one that seems suspicious, or like they’re waiting for me to stop being aware of my surroundings so they can attack me, but someone is watching me. I know it. They’ve been following me all morning, and they’re damn good at hiding in plain sight.

The parking lot empties of other people quickly as they rush to get inside out of the heat or jump in their cars to depart, and the only scent I catch on the air is from an omega trying to wrangle her feisty toddler into a cart as she passes me by.

My hands shake slightly as I put everything away in the trunk, my body becoming fueled with adrenaline at the possibility of danger. When I try to unlock the car, they’re shaking so badly that I drop the keys on the ground. I quickly bend down to snatch them up and throw myself in the driver’s seat, locking the doors as fast as I can behind me. The usual crisp, sweet scent of blackberries I tend to give off has turned sour, bitter, from the panic that was riding me hard. I don’t like that. I don’t like feeling afraid. An omega I may be, but that doesn’t mean I can’t defend or protect myself. Just something about the feeling of being watched and stalked has sent my omega instincts into overdrive.

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