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She got up and walked around him. “Does it bother you?”
“What?”
“Being tuned to an omega. Other alphas get to pick.”
“The tuning means that it will be a good match. I am fine with that. Picking just complicates things and leaves room for error. Toros is proof of that. He thought he was clever and had found his and Denith’s mate, and he kept her to himself for weeks.”
Myrtle trailed her fingers across his back, and he tensed when she leaned in and pressed her lips to his skin. Her lips felt a tingle as she picked up on his energy. She smiled and continued trailing her hands over him, trying to get a feel for him before he returned the favour. “He didn’t keep her to himself. He kept himself and her alive. He was desperate because the book was broadcasting all the signs of an Elite omega, like the decoy she was.”
She wrapped her arms around him from behind and stroked her fingers down his abs. He sharply inhaled as she caressed and teased.
He was rigid, and she slowly moved around to face him and smiled. “Hiya.”
“Hello, Myrtle.”
She looked at him, memorizing his features and intense expression. “So...”
“One of us is wearing too many clothes.” Teyval smiled.
“Oh. I know the answer. It’s you, right?”
He grinned. “You really want to go there?”
“Eventually. Definitely.” She slid her hands up his chest. “So, do you have two ways of thinking that alter with your form?”
“Yes. But I have three. The beast form has another direction it wants to go.”
“Where is that?”
“In your pants.”
Heat coloured her cheeks. “Oh. Right.” She watched, his tusks came out, and his features widened as he got larger. “Uh, that is a little advanced for me.”
He chuckled. “I know, but this is the form I have the least control over. I thought you two should get acquainted.” His voice was a careful rumble. He had to enunciate around the tusks.
She looked up at him and nodded. “Howdy.”
He grinned and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He kissed her and eased her sweatshirt up and away, breaking the contact to whip the fabric over her head. Her hair crackled, and she deliberately didn’t look down to look at her bra.
Teyval smiled. “You are offering us so much, so what can we offer you?”
“Food. Lodging. Help Nisha find a new roommate?”
“We can handle that. What about your wardrobe?”
“Hm. It has to be comfortable. I sit pretty still for long periods, so anything abrasive makes itself known pretty quickly.”
He stroked her back and smiled. “So, you have skin like this and still didn’t realize you were an omega.”
“I was just called sensitive.”
He chuckled. “That you are.”
Her bra released, and she blinked. “Did you just cut the strap?”
“Sorry. In this shape, claws are sharp.”
She groaned. “Right. I am letting you folks pick my wardrobe, but Nisha is going to be hard-pressed to find much else in my drawers. I am going to be going commando for a while. Well, the boobs are.”
