Page 26 of Stolen Omega

“What? No! I would know if it was.”

Of course she would. I’m just freaking out because I don’t have the equipment she needs if she suddenly goes into heat.

Fuck. I can’t do this.

I can’t risk causing her to go through a heat without an Alpha. That might not happen tonight, but it’s on the way. We can’t bet that it’ll wait three months and two days.

Not when there’s no way for me to help her through it.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice soft and a little sad.

She stops rocking against me, waiting for my answer.

“I’m not an Alpha.”

“I know. You’re a Beta. You’re my Beta.”

“I am, but that means I can’t do anything to help you if you go through your heat because we start something physical.”

She smiles at me like she’s amused. “Are you seriously telling me you wouldn’t go buy one of those dick expander toys and use it to keep me satisfied? Is that like a dealbreaker for you?”

I blink at her. “I … What?”

“Claim me, Russ. Then go buy one of those Knots for Betas, so you can fuck me like an Alpha when I go into heat.”

Holy hell. I move us quickly, rolling on top of her.

“You’d want me to knot you?” I ask, as I grasp my length, positioning the tip at her slit.

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be into it,” she murmurs, gasping as I start to sink into her.

She’s so damn wet and tight and warm.

“I would love it.”

“You’d never considered it until I asked,” she says, wrapping her arms around me.

“I didn’t think we were going to happen like this,” I admit. “But I’m so fucking glad that we did.”

She wraps her legs around me. “You’re the only person I can imagine being with right now, so you’d better make sure you buy the biggest, baddest knot you can find.”

“You’re sure that won’t make you scream?” I ask, as I start to thrust into her.

She moans lightly. “I can’t make any promises, but I can’t make promises about your cock keeping me quiet when it’s not in my mouth, either.”

Damn. If we’re not caught out tonight by the other security guys, I’m sure someone on the floor below will report the noise to reception, at the very least. There’s no way we’ll last three months with this kind of secret.

Not while Zey sounds like she’s being knotted into oblivion.

Her moans are soft enough not to be heard outside the room right now, but if she gets any louder, we’ll be in trouble. Serious fucking trouble if her parents find out.

I start to move back, ready to grab something to pre-empt that problem, and she pulls me back in with her heels, her legs refusing to open to let me go.

“No way,” she murmurs. “It took me long enough to get you in …”

“If you can’t promise not to be loud when you come, I need to find a solution.”

Sighing, she lets me go. I get up and go into the other room where I left my tie in the pocket of my suit jacket.

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