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And all I’m left with is a rock-hard cock and a phantom scent I can’t chase.
I drag my hand down my abs and try not to fist myself like a feral teenager.Again. But it’s hard. Because I know.
She’s been with them.
I should be mad. Should be furious, like Lucian.
But all I feel is this bone-deep, maddening hunger to finally have my turn.
To taste her. To feel her. To make her laugh while I fuck the sense out of her.
Instead, I’m here, in a house that smells like her, leaking testosterone like a bad sitcom.
“Fuckme,” I mutter, dragging a hand over my face.
Then I hear it.
Soft, measured footsteps in the hall.
Theo.
I bet he’sglowing.Post-omega afterglow -classic.
He walks past the open door, pauses, then backs up like his body clocked me before his brain did. I don’t even look at him - just stretch out on the bed, sweatpants hanging low, my split lip throbbing from the fight earlier.
Casual. Loose. Definitely not seconds away from jerking off. Again.
“You gonna hover there all night?” I murmur.
Theo crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. “Didn’t want to interrupt if you were… busy.”
“Busy,” I echo, glancing down at the clearly very not-subtle tent in my sweats. “Yeah, you could say that. It’s been a hell of a day. Lexi nearly ripped my throat out. Lucian tried to bond with a window. And our omega has been moaning through the walls like a damn siren.”
Theo blinks. “Lexi?”
“Yeah.” I sit up a little, dragging a hand through my hair. “She’s fine, by the way. Covered our asses with the OMB like a pro. Told them tha that Rhea had a family emergency and skipped town for a spa retreat - or something equally suspicious. But there are whispers. She says people are talking. About an omega. Multiple alphas. The whole shebang.”
Theo looks alarmed - like he might try to fix it with a clipboard and a prayer.
“Don’t worry,” I add dryly. “Lexi’s on it. She threatened to start a rumor that Rhea ran off to become a nun if anyone pushed harder.”
That gets a twitch of a smile. Just a flicker, but it’s there.
I cock my head. “So. You and her, huh?”
Theo stiffens. “Yeah.”
I groan and flop back on the bed, one hand dragging over my face.
“Fuck me. I can smell her on you. You didn’t even bother scrubbing it off, did you?”
His jaw works. “I didn’t want to.”
“Didn’t think so.” I grin. “I leave for one day, and it’s suddenly heat week at the fuck palace.”
Theo’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t deny it. “She needed us.”
“Bet she was soaked for you,” I murmur. “Bet her cunt gripped you so fucking tight.”
