Page 84 of Stolen Omega

I could get used to being pinned up against a locker like this.

And I could definitely get used to being lusted after.

Those butterflies start to flutter.

I guess they were kind of shy.

I can’t really blame them.

I’ve spent so fucking long thinking Zane would be my first everything.

That’s never going to happen now, and I need to face it.

Cameron’s kiss begins to feel really good.

His touches are soft, and he’s really starting to make me want more.

Comparing this embrace to the dreams I’ve had about Zane isn’t fair.

Those were so hot I was surprised to find out my sheets weren’t on fire when I woke up, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath and with his name on the tip of my tongue.

Cameron isn’t Zane. There’s nothing he could ever do to change that.

Betas don’t become Alphas. They don’t suddenly sprout the perfect anatomy to deal with the heats an Omega goes through once they sexually mature. They’re normal people.

Cameron’s not what I need, but he could become something I want.

Breaking the kiss, he sighs softly. I can tell without reading his emotions that he wants something more than making out. He’s breathing harder, and his eyes have gone dark.

“Are you taking suppressants?” he asks quietly, his gaze dropping to my neck.

Talk about a loaded question. If I say yes, he’ll be disappointed, but if I say no, he might try to make my perfume come out. I’m not sure which would be worse right now.

I want him to want me, but I don’t particularly want to perfume just because I’m drunk and needy and I’ve been having sex dreams about my absent Alpha for weeks now.

Fuck. I must be getting close to my first heat.

My slick feels like it’s starting to come in, just a little.

It’s not scented, but that’s because my perfume hasn’t come in yet.

Cameron leans in and kisses my throat. A low moan escapes me.

It’s only a soft brush of his lips against my skin, but it’s filled with deeper promise, and the thought that he might want to bite me makes me shake with desire.

Feeling wanted is everything I’ve been missing, but I don’t know how to navigate a relationship that isn’t as serious as something that’s fated.

“You’ve had your first heat, or you’re close to it,” Cameron whispers.

“I … I’m on suppressants,” I lie, not wanting this to go too far.

“Because you’ve had it, or because you’re close?” he persists.

“I’m close,” I whisper, feeling more naked than when he kissed me.

It’s the most vulnerable moment in an Omega’s life. Going into heat will make me desperate for an Alpha’s knot. Any Alpha, in the absence of a mate. A Beta with a particularly well-made toy can itch that scratch just as well, and this Beta looks like he knows that.

“I can help you through it,” he says, his eyes shining. “I know how.”

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