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So many things.
I need to be independently wealthy, have an unlimited supply of chocolate cake, and a harem of knotted manservants who fuck me and then disappear.
Maybe what I need most is a lobotomy.
Because when I look at Orion standing in the doorway, the thing I want the most is the courage to ask for what I actually want.
I want him to stay.
I don’t want to do everything myself.
Not all the time.
“Would you…” I swallow hard.
My belly’s not so much flutters as a wasp nest hum because omegas aren’t built to be rejected, and just risking it makes me choke up bile.
It’s the hormones that make me this fragile.
I swear I’ll survive if he says no.
Just vibe another one out, alone.
But it’s not that easy.
If Orion tells me no, just walks away while I’m mid-spike, and leaves me here to hurt…
That’s the end.
Maybe my scent tells how hard I’m begging in my head. Maybe it’s the way I twist under another phantom cramp.
Orion comes back.
He kneels on the bed and sets the gentlest hand on my neck. “Do you want me to help?”
It’s easier when he asks, when all I have to do is breathe out the word waiting on my lips. “Yes.”
He kisses my nose.
That’s when I know I’m fucked.
If he jumped me, just pure lust and hormones, I could pretend this is all about need.
Biology.
But nose kisses. Soft and feathery. Those aren’t instincts talking.
His eyes are liquid sapphire, his voice as ticklish as velvet. “I’ll take such good care of you.”
“No sex,” I blurt. Because if we go that far, I might as well stamp his name on my ass.
But I need him.
Need him or I’ll burn.
“I’ve got you.” He hugs me close, lifting my face.
My gasp has a hint of a whine.
