Page 115 of Broken Omega

His words are soothing, but they don’t help me catch my breath.

He frowns as he looks at me. I must look like a fish on dry land or something. I’m gasping, but I’m not taking in any air. I don’t know what’s wrong. I can’t catch my breath.

“Inhale,” he commands, his Alpha voice rolling over me and sinking in deep.

My panic cuts out completely. Nothing else matters but his command.

I obey, taking in a breath.

Finally.

Tears of relief well in the corners of my eyes. I exhale and take in another breath, no problem.

My breathing returns to normal, even if the rest of my body doesn’t.

He gazes down at me. “What happened?”

“You mean, what’s still happening?” I ask, my voice a little hoarse as I give him a wry smile.

“What’s still … Oh …” he answers, as he looks me over.

I’m naked and trembling in his arms. His presence makes it slightly easier to handle the ache. It’s as if knowing an Alpha is close, ready, and willing as my mate is enough to slow down the sudden, willful demands of my body. I know he’ll help me through this. I want him to.

“I’m in heat, so I hope you’re ready to have me as your mate.”

KELLAN

When I found Brooke collapsed on the bathroom floor, gasping to catch her breath, I had no idea what might have caused it. The realization that she’s suffering through intense pain because she’s going through her first heat hits me like a ton of bricks. We should have known this could happen.

Her heat is overdue by at least a few years.

This was bound to happen sooner, rather than later.

I help her to her feet when she starts to get up, my heart racing as she turns to face me.

Stripped of her makeup and clothing, she’s still cover model perfect. And her eyes ... God, her eyes. They sparkle with hidden depths. She’s so much more than she seems, so much more than the image she reveals to the world.How did I get this lucky?

“I want you as my mate, Kellan,” Brooke tells me, her hands holding onto the lapels of my suit jacket.

The most beautiful woman on the planet is standing in front of me naked, slick staining her legs, and I’m too lost for words to agree to what she’s asking of me.

She doesn’t need words, you idiot. She thinks you do.

Kiss her, before she thinks you’re turning her down.

I lean in and brush my lips against hers, giving her my response. She takes it greedily, wrapping her arms around my neck and taking charge. Her mouth works against mine, her breathy, muffled moans as she rocks her body against mine making my pulse race. I feel her desire rising as I hold her close. I stroke one hand over the swell of her ass while I slide my tongue over hers. Keeping the other on her back, I stroke over her soft, warm skin. Another muffled moan rises to her lips, making them vibrate, and I feel her slick soaking through the front of my pants. Her arousal makes her sweet cherry perfume deepen to a maddeningly dark and bite-able scent that I can taste on my tongue, and my dick rapidly turns to steel.

This is really fucking happening.

I’m about to knot my mate.

To claim her as mine.

She breaks the kiss. “Is the bed ready?”

I nod, still struggling to find words.

She gives me a mildly amused look of concern. “Are you okay?”

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