Page 196 of Stolen Omega

“You’re telling me it took you a fucking decade to realize you’d hurt him?”

He laughs. “We were kids when Zoey was taken. I wasn’t exactly very self-aware at ten years old. I couldn’t tell I was getting obsessed with her disappearance. I didn’t know it wasn’t healthy. I was lost when she was taken. Dale felt the same way, for a while. The difference is he grieved and moved on. I didn’t know how to do that. I was used to determination winning out. I couldn’t let go. I couldn’t give up. It wasn’t in me to do either of those things. It never has been, and it never will be.”

“You let go of Dale.”

“I didn’t realize that until I saw him on prom night,” he admits. “He came to see me before he got ready for prom. That’s when I knew he was ready to let go of me. It shocked me out of my obsession and made me realize I’d pushed him away. I came to your school, ready to become the Alpha he needed me to be. I found you two together, and I realized he’d already let me go. He had to do that, Cameron. He needed more, and he found that with you.”

He looks me in the eye. “I don’t want him to lose what you two have.”

“I don’t want to lose that either,” I admit.

“He needs you, Cameron.”

“He needs you more. He needs your knot, and your mark, and your protection. Are you going to give him all of you? Because if I stay, if I let you mark me, it means you’re fully fucking committed to being everything he needs.”

“I’m fully committed to him,” he promises. “You can hold me accountable. I’m ready and willing to do whatever it takes to keep you both happy and satisfied.”

“To keep us both …” I murmur, as he moves away from the door, coming closer.

“He perfumed for you, Cameron, for the first time. I can see why. You’ve been more of an Alpha to him than I’ve been, but I’m ready to be what you need, too.”

Oh, fuck. He wants us to be mated. And I don’t fucking hate that idea.

“You’ll mark him, before you mark anyone else,” I tell him, giving my conditions, because there’s nothing else left to do. There’s no fight in me.

I want this. I want all of it.

“I planned to claim him and mark him first. What else?”

Coming in close, he wraps an arm around my neck, resting his forehead against mine.

He’s barely an inch taller than me, and we’re so close that I can see how dark his eyes have gotten. I can feel how heavy he’s breathing against my skin. This Alpha is desperate for me to say yes to him, and I can barely separate my anger from my lust.

I want him, badly, but I also kind of want to smack him in his unbelievably perfect face.

“Get down on your knees,” I murmur, not caring if it’s fucked up.

He doesn’t question me. He sinks down and looks up at me, waiting to be told what to do.

I unbuckle my jeans, my cock surging to life at the thought of being pleasured by Dale’s Alpha.

Letting my jeans crash around my ankles, I push my underwear down.

His gaze fixes on my cock. The hunger in his eyes gets me harder.

One little squeeze from my hand and I’m hard as steel.

“Get me nice and wet,” I tell him, running my hand over his jet-black hair.

He doesn’t waste a second. His mouth opens wide, and my cock disappears inside that wet warmth while his hands grope at my ass, tugging me closer.

I sink deep, hitting the back of his throat.

He moans as he starts to work his way up and down my length, his cheeks hollowing out and his eyes closing. I hold his head in my hands, pulling him a little deeper when he gets close to taking all of me, and making his pretty eyes water. I’ve never been rough with Dale, but I want it this way with Zane.

“I think I’m wet enough,” I tell him after a few more hard, fast, deep thrusts into his mouth.

He gasps in a breath when I release my cock from his mouth.

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