Page 18 of Shattered Omega: Part Two

“My heats… they…” She cleared her throat. “They do their own thing.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well… it’s short. And instead of it being like… every few months or whatever, they just come when things are… intense.”

“Intense?” I pondered on that, but she ducked her head, wriggling back against Ransom, who was happy to tug her further into his arms. “Like…?” Oh.

Oh.

“When you’re all turned on?” I asked.

A grin spread on my face. I could feel my chest puffing up as she glared up at me. I’d put her into heat all by myself.

“Not just…that. If I’m stressed or like… doing too many omega things.”

“Uh huh?”

Boy, would that be a problem once she was in our pack.

Well. Not a problem forme. But if she wanted to go and be all professional, and work on her studies like she loved,thenitwould be. There was no way we weren’t going to make her hotallthe time for us.

Maybe we could work something out. She could work from home when she needed. We could have heats, and she could do her job in between.

There was something so sexy about the idea of my sweet little omega trapped on my knot while she flipped through textbooks and did all of her calculations and smart stuff.

Could I get her glasses? Just… just to see what she’d look like in them. Would she wear them for me?

She could be paid to do amazing stuff—change the world, and all of that—andget fuckedallat the same time.And I’d feed and water her and make sure she didn’t shrivel up and die when she got too lost in her work…

Yup.

The dream.

This was going to be amazing.

I frowned.

Would I make it to see that? If what Dusk said was true about the Lincoln pack—what were my odds, really?

One touch, and I’d almost died. I’d take them with me—no two ways about it, but… the thought of death had never been such an inconvenience before.

Now, Ireallywanted to see Shatter in glasses.

Working on Arkology and shit.

There was a rock in my throat.

The thought vanished at her small gasp. I blinked as I realised Ransom was gone. And by gone, I meant he’d sank beneath the blankets and buried his face between her thighs, dragging her hips away from me.

I grabbed the depressing line of thought and tossed it off a cliff. I had better things to focus on. Like Ransom’s jealousy, which was definitely working in her favour.

“Ransom!” Her voice was a squeak of surprise, and her cheeks were pink, which made me chuckle, because they’d just had filthy heat sex together.

I closed my hand around her mouth, dragging her back against my chest as Ransom spread her legs further, giving me a fucking beautiful view as he dragged his tongue up along her center and made her shudder.

“Let him treat you,” I growled. “You deserve it after you saved us all.”

Her moan was a siren’s call as Ransom buried his fingers into her. Interest sparked in his gaze as he worked her, taking in every reaction so he could push her to the edge.

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