Page 62 of Unlikely Omega

“I didn’t say that.” I haul her against me. “But a lot of it was fucking lust. I’m not an alpha. It makes no fucking sense.”

“But what if you needed an omega to awaken?” she whispers. “What if we woke each other up? Isn’t that what the scriptures say?”

“A myth. A legend of the Fae.”

“And does that make it untrue?”

“Fuck…” Hiding who I am has been hard enough without turning into an alpha. I should stop this right now.

I should step away from her, release her, shut out her scent, the feel of her against me.

Isn’t it too late, though?

Choices, she said. Arousal flares, scorching me, and I don’t know if I’m making a choice or just giving in to the inevitable.

I use one hand to press her more firmly to me, lift the other to her head to hold her in place as I kiss her.

She gasps against my lips, and I don’t know how to fucking kiss anyone properly, just going by instinct, by this aching need to taste her in every way I can, and her lips open against mine.

Something stirs in me and I growl, turning and pushing her against the tent wall. I eat at her mouth, plunging my tongue inside, licking and biting and drowning in her sweetness. My cock is so hard it hurts, and trapped inside my underpants, it rubs against the rough cloth, making me even harder.

I need to bury myself inside of her, so deep she’ll feel it for days. Need to push her down on the floor and mount her, rut until she screams my name, until I can’t hold back anymore and spend myself inside her.

But a sound teases my hearing and I break the kiss, turning my head to listen better. There’s something inside the tent.

Someone.

A twin instinct to the one that has me shoving her against the wall and kissing her makes me spin around and cover her with my body as I seek out the threat. “Who is there?” I call out. “What do you want?”

The scent hits me right after and it’s familiar, making me relax and tense in equal measures. Tobacco weed and smoke.

“Commander,” Ariadne whispers.

“You were watching us?” I ask incredulously, my jaw clenching, my fists tightening, ready for a fight. “Have you no shame?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you having a private moment?” The Commander’s voice rises. “You’re inside my fucking tent! And now I’m your fucking keeper. Just fucking brilliant.”

Yep, I was right.

Our boy isn’t happy at all.

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TAJ

Finding them kissing like that inside my tent—him pressing her against the tent fabric, caging her there, her moan when he deepened the kiss, his muscular back and curves of her body behind him, it just…

It gripped me by the balls and I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Only watch, my body responding to the image, the sounds, the shape of them.

And their scents, mingled together, her burned sugar and cream and his bitter almonds and leather.

Aras, Warlike God, help me.

So I stood there like an idiot, watching with my tongue hanging like a dog’s as they made out. I’d entered angry as all hell and then… I forgot how to think. How to blink.

Until the priest whirled around and demanded to know who was there, covering her with his body.

Protective.

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