Page 57 of Broken Omega

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Damn, I had no idea how much breathing in the scents of mated Omegas could affect my hormones. I’m so much hornier than I thought I was. I mean, I must be. It’s the first time I’ve kind of liked one of the guards, and that was only the start of my seemingly endless thirst. It’s forgotten him, already, moving on swiftly to bigger and better things.

I mean, I’ve never once looked at a guy before and thought,Wow, I wonder if he tastes as good as he looks?This one must make statues jealous as he passes because he looks like he’s been cut out of the finest marble. With a shock of black hair, light blue eyes, and flawless, pale skin he’s too pretty to be completely human.

He must be a vampire, or an incubus. Something sexy with sharp teeth.All the better to eat me with.

My body reacts to my thoughts as if I’ve slipped a bullet vibrator down the front of my panties. I shiver as intense heat flows through me. My clit throbs and my pussy clenches. I swell up with need … desperate, hungry, insatiable desires rising inside me.

I can’t tear my eyes away from this incredible stranger. I’m no longer the tiniest bit aware of the world that exists around us. He’s all there is, and he’s all I want.

My thighs are slick, a testament to my sudden, heady arousal.

I can’t deny the effect he’s had on me. I don’t want to.

This man is too captivating. Too handsome.

It’s been a long, damn time since I felt this way about a guy.

So long I can barely remember much more than the sensation it filled me with. It’s like an echo of this moment, a faint, fleeting memory of something tangible that I can’t quite grab hold of.

The realization knocks me out of my lusty thoughts.

This has happened before.

I’ve felt this exact same damn way.

I just don’t know when, exactly, or who I felt it for.

That doesn’t make sense.

Why the hell can’t I remember it?

I stare at the gorgeous stranger as if he might hold the answer.

He doesn’t say a word, his gaze is set on my red-painted lips.

Holy hell.He’s just as caught up in me as I am in him.

I stand up, feeling a little shaky on my feet, and I take a step toward him.

“Finally. I passed out before. I need to be checked over.”

I stumble a little bit, rocking backward slightly. That’s when I’m reminded that Henry’s still hanging around. He catches me, holding me in a side hug that doesn’t feel as welcome as his earlier moves.

It has to be the fastest I’ve ever gone off a guy in my life.

“She’s fine,” he practically growls at the paramedic.

Why do men have to turn into cavemen around other men?

“You don’t know that,” I tell Henry, pushing him until he lets me go. “I feel weird. I hit my head when I fainted. I should let him check me out.”

Really, I want to get the hot EMT alone, but Henry doesn’t need to know that.

I smile at him. “Well, Paramedic Frost, can you check me over?”

“Of course. Come with me.” No hint of hesitation, he takes my hand to lead me out of the gardens.

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