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Iknow what's happening to me. Onyx had warned me about this - that an Omega heat could last for days. After that night with him, the burning had subsided, and I'd foolishly thought it was over. I'd been relieved, because I was barely understanding what was happening to my body, and why I was reacting so intensely to every Alpha within spitting distance.

But now it's back with a vengeance, and I'm trapped in a safe house with another Alpha - one who clearly doesn't want to be near me but whose scent is driving me wild, nonetheless.

Leo stands frozen, his large hand still caught in mine. I can see the battle raging behind his eyes. His jaw clenches so tight the muscle jump beneath his stubbles.

"You don't know what you're asking," he growls, but he doesn't pull away. His eyes have darkened from their normal brown to something almost amber.

"I do," I insist, tugging him closer. "I'm in heat okay. I'm a fucking Omega. And that bastard Onyx told me this might happen again."

His nostrils flare at the mention of Onyx's name. "Stonefang was with you during your first heat?"

"Yes," I admit, not seeing any point in lying. Not when my body's betraying me so completely.

Leo growls again, deeper this time. The sound reverberates through me, settling low in my belly and making my thighs clench together. God, why does that sound affect me so much?

"You shouldn't be around another Alpha so soon," he says, even as he moves closer, and sits on the edge of the bed. "Your body needs time to adjust."

"My body disagrees," I pant, reaching for him. "Please, Detective… Leo. I feel like I'm..."

I can't finish the sentence. The words feel foreign on my tongue. How do I tell this stranger that I need him inside me? That my body is screaming for him to claim me? That I'm so wet I can feel it soaking through my jeans?

"You're not thinking clearly," Leo says, but he doesn't pull his hand away.

"My mind is the only clear thing right now," I argue, even as another wave of heat crashes through me, making me arch my back with a gasp. "Everything else is on fire."

His nostrils flare as he takes in my scent, and something in him seems to snap. The control he's been clinging to crumbles, and before I can blink, he's on top of me.

His lips find my neck, pressing hot kisses against my pulse point. I moan, tilting my head to give him better access.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he mutters against my skin, even as his hands tug at my blouse. "This is wrong."

"It doesn't feel wrong," I gasp as his teeth graze the sensitive spot below my ear.

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I nod frantically. "Yes, please, just make it stop hurting."

That's all the permission he needs. Leo tugs my shirt over my head, then makes quick work of my bra. The cool air hits my overheated skin, providing momentary relief before his large hands cup my breasts.

"Fuck," he swears, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. "You're so beautiful."

I whimper, arching into his touch. "More. Please, more."

Leo lowers his head, taking one pebbled nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue sends a jolt of pleasure straight between my legs. I cry out, threading my fingers through his short hair to hold him against me.

"Yes," I moan as he sucks harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. "Just like that."

His hands work at my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding them down my legs along with my soaked panties. I kick them away, eager to be free of any barriers between us.

"You're so wet," Leo groans, his fingers sliding through my folds.

"For you," I pant, spreading my legs wider. "I'm dripping only for you."

Two thick fingers push inside me, and I cry out at the delicious stretch. He moves them slowly at first, letting me adjust to the intrusion, then picks up speed as I rock my hips against his hand.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Take what you need."

His thumb finds my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with the thrust of his fingers. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. I writhe beneath him, clutching at his shoulders, his arms, and anything I can reach.