Page 11 of Stolen Omega

That might not be as easy as it sounds.

Perfume comes out when an Omega is around someone she considers as her mate.

Once that happens for the first time, it’s a whole lot easier to trigger again, and again.

The sweet, coconut-infused scent is stronger in the enclosed room, and I don’t even know if Russ breathed it in before I rushed into the bathroom. He’d started to turn to me, but that doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean he knows.

What if he knows?

My hands relax by my sides, and my stomach stops churning.

If he knows, and he wants me like I think he does, this could be the most amazing night of my life.

My scent deepens as I think about going back out there and taking a chance.

I know Russ cares about me, and we’ve had some intense moments that could have resulted in a kiss if one of us had been bold enough to make a move.

Usually, an Omega waits for a guy to take the lead, but I can understand why Russ might not want to take that risk. He works for my parents, for my management, and I’d bet anything he knows about the part of my contract that really sucks. I’m sure my parents made sure all the security guys knew it would be a heinous mistake to get too close to me.

Russ is the only one who treats me like I’m person.

He’s the first guy since high school that I’ve been able to hold a conversation with. I share food with him, and he makes sure I eat enough before he’ll accept his share. I can tell he’s watching me sometimes when we’re supposed to be watching a movie, and the warm feelings inside him wrap around me like a blanket.

I want him as my mate. I’m close to my first heat, and I won’t let anyone tell me I have to go home for that. I won’t accept temporary mates chosen by my parents. He’s the one I need to help me through it. He’s the only guy I can picture being with.

Listening to the sound of his low, sexy voice as he orders food from the kitchen keeps my perfume at the surface. The scent sweetens in a different way, and I feel my slick come in, soaking right through my underwear in seconds.

I push a hand under the waistband of my sweatpants, gasping in a sharp breath as the lightest touch of my fingers over the front of my drenched panties makes my pussy clench and my knees weaken.

After kicking off my sneakers, I shove my sweats to the ground and thrust my hand inside my underwear. The familiar strokes my fingers make over my clit are enhanced by the increased lubrication of my slick, heightening the feeling and pushing me closer and closer to climax.

I can’t believe I’m touching myself while Russ is in the other room.

I wish he was in here with me. I would wrap myself around him and refuse to let go.

I’d claim him as my mate and beg for him to mark me as his.

A soft, needy little moan escapes me right before I come on my fingers, drenching my already soaked underwear and making myself breathlessly light-headed.

When I look down, there’s a thick sheen of slick on my inner thighs, and my underwear look like I put them on straight from the wash. There’s no way I can go back out there in these panties.

I strip out of them quickly, drop them into the sink, and run the hot water tap over them.

As much as it pains me to admit, I can’t make a move on Russ.

I can’t force him to choose between me and his job, and I know that’s what I’d be doing.

He would be breaking the rules if he didn’t immediately report back to my parents that I’ve started to perfume, which means my first heat can’t be too far behind. They’d fire him, and knowing what they’re like, they’d do everything else they could think of to ruin his life, too.

That’s the last thing I want, so I’m going to have to deal with this on my own.

Starting with getting rid of the tropical paradise smell my perfume has left in this room.

My legs are shaky as I move from the door over to the side of the shower cubicle. I reach inside to turn the water on, and stumble back, barely managing to keep my balance on the tiled floor.

It kind of feels like I’m in a daze. I seriously need to clear my head so I can force these pre-heat elements down. The hot water will wash away my slick, and the scentless soap will help douse my perfume. Keeping those things from coming back will rely entirely on my self-control.

A cold wash once I’m cleaned up might be a smart move.

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