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I go to work on the buttons of my shirt. “You’re a liar. You were staring at Herold all night. Every time I glanced over, there you were.”
“Sounds like you were the one staring.” His eyes drift down my bared chest before he turns away and lifts the phone to his ear. A moment later, his low voice fills the room. “Yes, I need suppressants and candles sent to room 1215. As soon as possible.”
Confused, I pause in the act of yanking my shirt from my pants. “Herold’s not in Heat.”
“They’re not for Herold. I don’t fucking care about your date tonight.” Agitated, Roman hangs the phone up and rakes a hand through his hair again. “Would you stop undressing? I’m barely containing myself right now.”
Frowning, I struggle out of my jacket. “Are you in Heat?”
“Are you mocking me? Is this some kind of elaborate joke?” He takes a jerky step toward the bed before he freezes. “Warren, stop stripping.”
The Command rolls over me like a giant lick of heat, having the complete opposite effect on me from what he wants, and I fight the jacket off. It takes half my shirt with it, but the tie at my neck catches in the collar.
A knock sounds at the door, and Roman practically runs from the room to answer it.
He returns as I finally succeed in escaping the shirt, but it’s not enough. My skin feels on fire, the fabric of my slacks chafing painfully, and I reach for my belt.
“Here, take the pills.” Warren thrusts a bottle of water and a small paper cup at me.
I pause in my struggle with the belt to stare at the distinctive blue and red pills before I look back up at him. “Why are you giving me suppressants?”
He shoves the cup into my hand. “Because you’re going into Heat.”
“No, I’m not.” I shove the cup back at him. “I’m an Alpha.”
“No, you’re not. You’re an Omega.” He draws in a deep breath, his pupils blown wide. “Your pheromones are so strong. If I hadn’t lit the candle by the door, every Alpha in the hall would be smelling you right now.”
I stare at him in shock. “I can’t be an Omega. I’m almost thirty. I would have shown signs before now.”
“Latent maturity.” He licks his lips hungrily. “Likely brought on by stress.” Then, he pauses. “This is your first Heat?”
“I’m not in Heat!” I say again, because he seems to have a hard time hearing my words right now. “Alphas don’t have Heat.”
Growling, he drops the pills as he lunges forward, catching the tie still around my neck to reel me in. His mouth slams over mine, his tongue thrusting past my surprised lips to stroke against mine.
My shock only lasts a moment before desire takes hold, and I kiss him back, my mouth hungry against his. He tastes like the bergamot-filled tea he drinks every morning with a hint of sweetness that makes me want to lick him all over and discover where else he’s sweet.
When he pulls back, I whimper at the loss. I need his mouth back on mine, need the fullness of his tongue in my mouth.
He breathes heavily, his eyes locked on mine. “Tell me again you’re an Alpha.”
My lips part, but no words come out. I don’t know what I am anymore. I’ve never felt like an Alpha, but I’ve never felt like an Omega, either. What I do know is what I need and lunge forward to seal our lips back together as I pull him down on top of me.
I don’t like Roman Markham—he’s been nothing but a thorn in my side since we first met—but as his hard body covers mine, I know he’s the only one who can quench the fire that rages in my blood.
5
Roman’s hands move all over my body, possessive and demanding as he learns my shape. My own hands dive beneath his suit jacket, digging into the hard muscles of his back and tracing the groove of his spine. He feels hot, too, like he’s absorbing the fire that burns through me, and I lift my legs, hugging his hips with my knees, desperate for as much contact with his body as possible.
My dick strains against my zipper with a need I’ve never felt before, and I grind against his hard cock, any hint of embarrassment swept away by pleasure as he reciprocates with a skillful roll of his hips.
Whatever Roman feels toward me, he wants this, too, with a hunger that matches mine.
Reaching down, I grab his firm ass, urging him on, desperate for the release only he can give me.
He lifts off me far enough for his hands to slip between us and finds my nipples, plucking them between his fingers until my back arches. I’ve never considered myself a sensitive man, but everywhere he touches pulses with pleasure. His mouth leaves mine to trail hot, wet kisses down my throat and chest before he latches onto my nipple with his lips, sucking hard to pull it into his mouth. I moan and abandon my grip on his ass to fist his hair, not sure if I want him to continue or stop.
Growling, his teeth close over my nipple, and my hips jerk against him. He releases me, the flat of his tongue soothing the sting before he shifts lower, licking a hot line down my center. My straining dick nudges at his throat, then under his chin, demanding attention, and the rumble comes again, a low vibration against my dick before he drops past my waistband to mouth at my dick through the barrier of my slacks.
