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He scoffs as if he doesn’t believe it. I walk my fingers up his shirt, tracing circles around each button as I go. I tilt my head to the side, giving him a glimpse of the spot where a pack bite would go.
“Nice, Haven,” Arlo says from the corner. His voice sounds just a little bit thick.
I cock my head a little further, showing Reese my neck. I can feel his eyes on me, traveling over my skin. The apathy has dissolved into heat. I shiver a little, imagining what it might feel like if he leaned in and bit me.
I’ve fantasized about a bite before, of course. A pack bite means someone wants you; someone cares enough about you to bond with you forever. So of course I’ve always dreamed of meeting someone who would want to be with me that way; but I learned long ago that I shouldn’t expect it to happen for me. Pack bites are for the omegas with connections who know how to dress and present themselves. Omegas are supposed to be smooth and graceful, with the skills to bring a whole pack of alphas to heel. That’s never going to be me.
And I know that Reese wants nothing to do with me that way, but the idea of it has my body buzzing. And knowing Arlo’s watching makes my blood course faster through my veins.
“You don’t seem shy anymore, little omega,” Reese says, his voice rumbling and deep.
I pause momentarily, realizing that he’s right. It’s funny, with the camera on, I’m forgetting all about the way other people might look at me. With the threat of failure so high, acting seems easier. Almost comforting. Like I can leave my real self behind.
I shift slightly closer, breathing in Reese’s scent. It’s stronger now, permeating the room with leather and man and alpha, and I hum in response. My heat isn’t due for a few days, but I can feel the slickness between my thighs, begging me to throw a leg over Reese’s lap and ride him until he knots me, dominating me from below.
“You should probably smell me,” I tell him. “It’ll make it seem like you’re actually considering me.”
Reese huffs out a breath, and opens his mouth as if he’s going to say no. My insecurities come rushing back, and I realize suddenly that I’m halfway into his lap, literally begging him to sniff me. Clearing my throat, I start to back away, only to feel two rough hands clamping down around my waist, holding me still.
I glance up at Reese, whose eyes have darkened as he stares at me. Leaning forward, he dips his head to my jawline. He nuzzles there, taking deep breaths. I let my eyes slide shut as his hands move up around to my back, pulling me closer. I gasp as he pulls me fully into his lap, my thighs straddling his.
“Mmm, little omega,” he rumbles. “You smell like lemons. Wanna take a bite of you, little tart.”
My breath hitches, and I moan low in my throat as he nips at my skin, teasing.
“I can smell your slick, omega,” Reese growls. “You want this, don’t you?”
He lifts his hips slightly and I feel the iron rod of his cock through his pants. I lick my lips, looking at him through my lashes, and nod. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I really do.”
Chapter Five
~Arlo~
My hands shake a little as I adjust the lens on the camera. Watching the two of them is bad enough, but their scents are combining into a perfume from which I’m not sure I can recover. My lip is still aching from Reese’s punch, but the feeling is starting to seem more like arousal than pain.
I watch as Reese’s hands move down over Haven’s ass, gripping her tightly as he moves against her. My palms are sweaty, my cock throbbing with desire as I watch them together. Holy hell, this is hot.
“You want my bite, omega?” Reese rasps. “You want me to make you mine?”
Haven lets out the quietest little omega whimper.
Both Reese and I go still.
It’s strange; my fantasies have never included two people before. When I was younger, it was always Reese; only him and me together. He would catch me watching him from an alleyway and come up behind me, gripping me by the neck. Or I would walk in on him pumping his dick in his fist and offer to help him out.
As I grew older — after Reese left — I got interested in new people. Women and men, but always more dominant than myself. Alphas, all. This little omega, though… she’s doing things to me that I never imagined. I want her on top of me, my hands digging into her hips as she rides me. I want her to whimper like that with her lips around my cock. I want to play at submission and dominance with her in ways I’ve never tried before.
My thoughts are interrupted when the alarm sounds, signaling the end of the footage session. I step back from the camera slowly, watching as Reese and Haven stare at each other. “It’s over,” I rasp. “We’re off the air.”
I start to walk toward them, only to realize that my smell is blooming like a fucking onion. I can’t go over there. I can’t get close if I don’t want Reese to know the truth about me.
And I really, really don’t want him to know.
Haven clears her throat and lifts her leg, sliding off of Reese’s lap. He lets out a low sound in his throat that might be a growl or a groan. Either way, it makes both Haven and me shiver.
“Ok,” Haven says, letting out a thready breath. “Um, ok. Thanks, Reese. What… um, what do we do now?”
“Eat something,” I suggest, “and then sleep.”
