Page 19 of Happy Halloween, Omega

“Tonight, I’m making you mine. I’ve been patient. So fucking patient, Kitten. Tonight, I’m not holding back anymore.”

My breath catches in my throat. I hear the truth in his words, the clawing desperation to own and possess every part of me… and I love it.

“I’ll be your best friend, your confidant, your protector, whatever the fuck you need, I’ll be it. Omega, if you thought I was obsessed before, it’ll be nothing compared to how I’ll be once you’ve taken my knot. I have an addiction and you’re about to feed the monster. Are you ready, Kitten?”

I nod, desperate for him to speed up. For him to make good on his promises. To anyone else, they might sound extreme, but to me, the girl who was taught to be invisible, it’s perfect. I want to be stalked and hunted and seen. I want to be hisworld.

“Now, my little Omega is going to come on my fingers, and then I’m going to take you to my den and fuck you all night long.”

“Yes, Alpha! Please!”

“Good girl.” He purrs in my ear, nipping at the shell, and rewards me by speeding up his touch. My thighs quiver as the pressure builds in my core. His cock hardens against my ass, and my pussy clenches in anticipation of taking it. I want to be so full of him I can’t think and I forget my name.

My eyes roll back in my head as he pushes me right to the edge. “Now, Celeste. Come for me,” he demands, and I tip over the edge into mind-blowing bliss. I gasp and tremble, and he holds me upright as I cry out my pleasure.

The sound of the club fades back in as I float back down from heaven. I’m barely coherent as he turns me around to face him. I distantly note that he is wearing the same skeleton costume with the skull mask, but he’s forgone the black and white paint. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest, leaning down to press our foreheads together. His breath fans across my face, his lips so close to mine.

“You did so well, Kitten. Such a perfect Omega,” he praises me again, and I preen. His praise does things to me.

The flames that have been teasing my skin flare into an inferno. My insides squirm and clench. The flashing lights are now almost intolerable, so I close my eyes again as I lean up and press my lips to his, licking at him desperately. He opens his mouth, and I delve in, tasting him. I can’t get enough, and I make a noise of protest when he pulls back. His thick brows furrow, lines forming around his mouth as he frowns.

“How are you feeling, Celeste?” he asks in a firm voice, different from the seductive one he’s been using. I recognize it as his serious detective voice, and it’s enough to drag me back to a hazy version of reality.

I’m suddenly very aware of the sweat pouring from me.

“Hot,” I pant, rubbing against him like I can douse the burning inside me with friction. “Needy. I need you so bad, Alpha.”

His frown deepens, and he leans down to sniff my scent gland.

“Fuck,” he snarls, and the sound of makes an alarming amount of slick dribble down my thighs. I should be embarrassed. My thighs are soaked with my release and arousal. I rub them together, enjoying how it feels.

He growls at me disapprovingly, and I freeze.

“We have to get you out of here,” he grunts, and grabs my hand, leading me through the crowd.

“Where are we going?”

“Home.”

“Why?” My voice is whiney and entirely unlike my usual tone.

He doesn’t answer, and I don’t have the mental faculties to keep asking questions. My thoughts are consumed by the heat building under my skin. The desperation for… something that involves him and the hard rod tenting in his pants.

He leads me outside, the cool air pricking at my overheated flesh. It doesn’t last long, the heat quickly surging back in with a vengeance. I feel a little more clear-headed, though.

“Alpha?” I ask, panic settling in, and he finally stops to look at me. The people lining up to get into the club are staring at us, some with curiosity and others with something much darker.

He cups my cheeks, making me focus on him.

“What’s happening?” I ask, my lip trembling. I don’t feel like the smart, confident woman I’ve become. I feel small and vulnerable. I want him to hold me close and whisper sweet nothings.

“Hush now, it’s okay, Celeste. Your body has been preparing for me, and it’s ready.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Kitten, you’re going into heat.”

I blink back at him, my sluggish mind taking a moment to register his words. Heat. I’ve heard stories about Omegas going into heat and being driven mad by their need.