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Odie devoured me, and I let her. Her fingers dug into my thighs, and I didn’t care if she left bruises. Despite knowing about their anatomy, I gasped when I felt her grind into me. Odie deepened the kiss, then broke away to plant sloppy kisses down my neck.

I enjoyed it, but some part of me wasn’t happy, and an irritated sound slipped out on instinct. Odie froze, then slowly raised her head to look me in the eyes. We stayed there, staring at each other for a few seconds before the door slammed open and an angry Cy met us.

“What the fuck? I told you to tell her she was your mate, not to mate her!” Cy spun around and marched from the doorway.

“Shit. I may have left some information out.” As if that wasn’t obvious.

Odie readjusted me so I was in her arms bridal style before taking off after Cy. “Cy! Let me—”

“Nope. I don’t want to hear it.” Cy was almost to the front door, throwing on some shoes as she went.

“She took it all very well. Listen—”

“I said no, Odie.” Cy’s hand grabbed the handle of the door, and the same sound from before escaped me.

The whole room froze again, then I was being pulled out of Odie’s arms and into Cy’s.

“Stop that,” she whispered into my wet hair as my legs dangled beneath me. It didn’t sound like a command, more like she was begging me to.

“I didn’t mention what that means. She has no idea.”

Whatever it was, I found it annoying. It was like I was whining, and although I was all about complaining in a whining tone, whining was not in my repertoire.

Cy’s arms tightened around me, and I hugged her as best I could.

“I also didn’t mention how you were involved in this. She knows all about me and the gist of being an Omega, heats, and how mates work though. You’re welcome.”

“Fuck you, Odie,” Cy sneered, then lowered me to my feet. I wobbled, and she wasn’t having that, so I was placed on one of the barstools. Cy sat next to me so we were a little more eye level. “What you did is called a whine. It’s what Omegas can do to get Alphas to do what they want.” Odie cleared her throat and glared at Cy. “Fine, they only do it to their mates. That's why I ran into the room like that.”

Cy’s lips were pressed down in a line as she watched me process what she was saying. A light bulb went off, and she continued, glossing over the most important part of what she said.

“Most can control it. Some never use it from what we hear, but there you go. Another way to get under our skin.”

Why was she being such a dick now? What happened to the nice Cy I was annoyed with?

I glanced at Odie, then back at Cy who was staring down at me with her ice blue eyes and a messy bun of blonde curls on top of her head. She was similarly dressed to us except she had on a matching pajama short and top set in a deep blue with possums all over it.

Without my notebook, I couldn’t say much, and the thought of sending one of them off to get it was a horrible grating sensation, so I did what I could. Reaching over, I flicked Cy’s forehead, then flipped her off.

“What was that for?”

“You’re being a dick, and you know it.”

“Fuck you, Odie.”

Odie tossed her hands in the air. “Am I wrong, Mine?”

I shook my head, then stuck my tongue out at Cy for the cherry on top.

“I will cut out that tongue and mount it as a trophy.”

I slammed my hand on the counter, then pointed to her crotch before placing a V made with two fingers over my mouth and sticking my tongue out.

“That’s not what I meant!” Cy screeched and stood up.

“Sure sounded like it.” I was so glad Odie was on my team right now.

“You two are made for each other.” Cy started to march off, but I ran after her, which was a horrible idea.