Page 62 of The Bounty

Someone like Brockmusthave a fancy linen closet somewhere.

Kicking the covers off, I dress in a grey sleep shirt and black leggings before exiting the room.

My body is fever-hot and flushed, my inner Omega desperate to be let out of her cage.

I need a distraction.

I make my way down the hallway barefoot, my feet cold against the floor. Inside the loft, I find a deep closet lined with shelves of bedding.

Yes!

Until the suppressants kick in, I can create the biggest nest I’ve ever laid in. Stepping inside the closet, I find throws, woven blankets, and every soft fabric I could want. I fill my arms to the brim, then balance on my good foot to reach the top shelf.

“Olive?” A deep, curious voice calls behind me.

A bright light turns on, and I turn to face Dylan standing in the closet's doorway. Trapped in the small space, his scent assaults me, and I drop the blankets in surprise.

“Hey. You alright?” He asks gently, his face full of concern. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t think you’d be in here. Do you need more blankets?”

No, I need you,I think wildly.

“I was cold,” I say, reaching down to pick up the pile.

“Oh. I can help you then.” He flashes me his smile, and ever the gentlemen, lifts the pile into his arms. “You shouldn’t have to carry all that with your injury.”

His smile shifts when he notices my face. “Is that okay? I can just drop them outside your room, if you’d like.”

But I’m too busy ogling him to reply.

My inner Omega isyowlinglike a goddamn cat in heat, ready to rub herself all over Dylan.

I didn’t realize how massive he was until he stepped into the confined space. His forearms are on display, his sun-kissed skin showing through the rolled-up sleeves of his dark blue shirt.

He’s easily a foot taller than me.

And God, hisscent.

I’m out in the woods, moss and oak caressing me, sending goosebumps down my body.

I take a step closer to him, and his gaze darkens.

“Will you walk me to my room?” I ask, my voice husky and breathless.

He nods. “Of course. Lead the way, beautiful.”

I’m playing with fire.

He has to smell me. He mustknowhow desperate I am, how wet my cunt is.

When he steps out of the way, I exit the closet, and I feel his eyes on me as we take the slow walk back to my room.

And because I’m a horned-up monster, I purposely swing my hips, hoping he has a good view of my ass as we walk.

He clears his throat, and I smirk.

When we reach the bedroom, he stops outside the door. “Do you want me to—” He asks hesitantly, and I nod before he can finish his sentence.

“Come in,” I murmur.