Page 213 of Stolen Omega

“Stop thinking about cock,” I complain to myself out loud.

“Hurry up in there!” Zoey calls out through the door. “I want to make you s’mores!”

Suddenly all I can picture is melted marshmallow and chocolate.

“You’d better be serious!” I yell back as I turn on the water.

“I am!”

Chapter Eighty-Six

Zane

I can’t help smiling when I hear Zoey and Dale shouting to each other about s’mores. Clearly, they’re awake and thinking about food. It means I don’t have to worry. I can wait outside the room for them.

Neither of them is in any danger.

The worst of the delayed heat has passed, and it’s not likely to hurt them now that we’re making sure their needs are being looked after. We just need to stay on top of that.

Shouldn’t be too difficult, considering we’re all on the same page, finally.

Cameron decided to go help with the food once Archer interrupted our kiss.

That was probably a good thing. We shouldn’t be letting ourselves get distracted by each other while our Omegas are in heat. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

Zoey’s the first to come out of the room. She’s wearing some of Dale’s clothes, I think.

The shorts are like hot pants but kind of loose, and the tank is way too baggy.

“Was the personal shopper I used for your wardrobe seriously awful, or do you just like wearing Dale’s clothes?” I ask.

“What, you don’t think I look hot in this outfit?” She does a little twirl, and the shorts fall down about two inches before she catches them.

“Oops!” She tugs the belt out but there’s no notch to make it tighter.

“I’ll fix that, if you actually like those.”

She shrugs. “I won’t have them on for too long anyway.”

That’s probably true, but I don’t say it.

If she gets turned on again before we eat, she might trigger Dale’s heat, and I’m the only one up here with them. That really wouldn’t be smart.

“Archer’s making dinner. Russ and Cam went to help him.”

“Is it late?” she asks.

“It’s almost eight p.m.”

“Wow. Where the hell did the day go?”

Dale walks out of the room in black swim shorts and a lime green T-shirt. He wraps his arms around Zoey from behind.

“Tell our mate she looks cute in my clothes.”

“They’re too big for her.”

“That’s what makes it cute,” he insists.

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