Page 198 of Broken Omega

He secures my jeans and leans in to kiss me.

My taste is on his lips, in his mouth.

I can feel the hard outline of his cock against me when he tugs me closer.

He wasn’t making himself come while he sucked me. Clearly, his willpower hasn’t been completely eroded by my heat. I can’t say the same about mine.

The moment he gives me a second to catch my breath, I’m thinking about finding our Alphas and begging to be knotted. I don’t care if they’re still speaking to cops. This is my heat. My first heat.

I need them, and I know I’ll only get more needy for their swollen cocks the longer I go without.

“We need to get—”

“We’re getting out of here,” Donnie tells me, the certainty he’s feeling echoed in his voice.

He knocks loudly on the door we closed before he started to give me head.

I feel like he shouldn’t be doing that, but my heat-addled brain doesn’t remember why.

We need to get our Alphas and go home. That’s all that matters now.

BROOKE

Just when I’m starting to feel like I’ve had enough surprises for one lifetime, I get one more.

The dress is impossible to get out of on my own. I try to rip the damned thing but apparently only the sleeves were easy to tear off. I give Lana a pleading look, hoping she’ll take pity on me.

“This thing has a million buttons,” I tell her. “Is there any chance you could …”

“Oh!” she says, nodding quickly. “Sure.”

I turn around, wondering why she suddenly seems so jumpy. I’m the one with the inappropriate crush on a straight girl. I have four seriously sexy true mates already, and she doesn’t feel like she’s meant to be a part of that. Of course not. She wants to meet a guy, or a pack, like I have.

It’s not until she’s undone a few of the buttons that I start to realize I might be wrong in at least some of my presumptions. Lana goes from nervous to shocked to aroused within about ten seconds.

“You’re not wearing underwear,” she murmurs, her voice shaking just a little bit.

“The dress was too tight. It would have ruined the lines,” I admit, wondering if I’m imagining it.

I’ve never picked up on anything that might make me think my attraction to the friendly receptionist could be anything more than one-sided. At least, not until now.

“I just … maybe your mates should be helping you with this.”

Oh, she’s definitely into me. I can’t count the number of times Beta boys at high school got all awkward around me before taking off to the men’s room in a state of arousal. She has that same vibe right now. The only difference is, I need to know if she’s feeling this because I’m an Omega, or because I’m me.

Damn.Kind of wish I didn’t care, but it would be messed up if I didn’t. I can’t consider taking a chosen mate who might not even want to live with my other mates, if she’s like those boys from school, craving something exotic simply because it’s rare.

“My mates are busy with the cops,” I tell her. “And I seriously can’t stand the thought of being in this thing for another second. I think I can get it the rest of the way if you can get another couple buttons for me.”

“Okay, sure,” she says, sounding almost like herself again. “But maybe I should go looking for your clothes while you get it the rest of the way.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I say, though admittedly I think my plan of kissing her to see how she reacts is better.

Maybe that makes me a terrible true mate.

Nah. My guys would totally understand.

She undoes a few more buttons. She’s still completely aroused, and I’m not even perfuming.

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