Page 7 of Omega Inked

Finally, we pull up to the boathouse, and I practically push Olivia out of the car. I can see the relief on her face as she steps onto the dock, away from the alphas in the van. Liam hops out and leads the way toward the docked boat, his keys jingling in his hands.

"Can't believe we fucking made it," he murmurs. "Darlin', you can come with me--you'll be safe."

"Don't jinx it," Mercer mutters as he locks the car. His hand falls to the holstered pistol at his hip. "We're not out of the woods yet."

"What's the plan?" Olivia stammers.

"We need to get you on suppressants and give you a synthetic claiming mark," I say, my voice still rough with desire. "We have a stash of supplies here, so we can take care of that."

Olivia nods, her eyes darting around the empty dock. "Okay. And then what?"

"And then we'll send you on your way," I say, my hand reaching out to her instinctively. "We can't risk staying in one place for too long."

She nods again, and I can see the fear in her eyes. She's scared, and rightfully so. Being an omega in heat is dangerous, and being on the run from the ACB only makes it worse.

But I won't let anything happen to her.

My alpha instincts won't allow it.

Liam unlocks the door to the boat and we all cross the gangplank, Olivia stumbling slightly as she crosses. My hand shoots out to catch her and electricity courses between us. Olivia gasps, her brown eyes meeting mine--but I can't do this with her right now.

We have to get to safety.

And my horny ass is the last thing I should be thinking about.

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Untilwegotinthat van, I didn't know what Phoenix was thinking.

Now I know he wasn't thinking at all...he was just too turned on by Olivia's scent.

Mercer heads straight for the medicine cabinet and starts rifling through it--looking for suppressants, I'm sure--while I get to work checking all the nooks and crannies for anything off. We haven't been in the boathouse for a while, and I have to make sure the ACB hasn't been fucking around in our safehouse. Olivia stays by the door with Phoenix, the latter with his hands shoved in his pocket as her scent envelops us all.

She has no idea how dangerous she is.

How much weallwant her.

I try to focus on the task at hand, but Olivia's scent is too distracting. It's a heady mix of sweet and spicy that sets my blood on fire. I can feel my cock twitch as I inhale deeply, trying to get more of her intoxicating scent. Phoenix's reaction is even more obvious. I can see the bulge in his pants as he struggles to control himself.

Sure, we're not ACB, and we're not typical alphas--we think omegas should have a choice who they pack up with--but we're still men.

And Olivia smells fucking phenomenal.

"Mercer, any luck?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as I move away from Olivia.

He shakes his head, frustration etched on his face. "Nothing. Whichever Enclave crew came through last, they didn't leave any suppressants behind."

Phoenix groans as I curse under my breath. We can't afford any slip-ups, not now that Olivia is with us. She's too vulnerable, and without suppressants, she'll go into heat--and at that point, she'll have to stay on the damn boat. The ACB will stop at nothing to get their hands on an unmated omega ripe for the plucking.

And it looks like Phoenix is already on the brink of losing control.

We're well-fucked...and Olivia is about to be too, if this keeps up.

I turn to Olivia, trying to keep myself carefully controlled.

"What does this mean?" Olivia asks. "I...I don't feel good."

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