I couldn’t walk straight. Not because I was drunk. Not because I was high. But because I could still feel him on me. Still feel the heat of his mouth against my ear. Still feel his voice curling down my spine like smoke. Tasha was somewhere outside. I didn’t even know if she was still fucking those guys , if she was looking for me, if she saw what happened. Didn’t matter. All I could focus on was the ache between my thighs. My panties were ruined. Wet. Completely soaked through. Clinging to me like shame. I could feel how messy I was every time I moved. I could smell it..faint, but there. Omega heat was a myth. That’s what I used to think. That maybe it wasn’t for me. Until tonight. Fuck. I stumbled down the hall, every step making it worse. I wasn’t okay. I was not okay. My skin was buzzing, my nipples hurt from how hard they were, and my cunt—God, my cunt—felt like it was on fire. My thighs were wet. So wet I knew it wasn’t sweat. I didn’t even want to check my pantie
~Lyra “You’re Omega” That’s what he said. Low. Slow. Like a goddamn sentence being passed. His eyes burned straight through my skin, past the fabric of my dress, through every layer of defense I didn’t have. He could see it. He could fucking smell it. And I felt like I was about to combust. I wanted to lie. I wanted to laugh and say no. I wanted to run. Except my legs were jelly. My spine was gone. My thighs were glued together like I was trying to hold back a flood and it wasn’t working. He leaned in and I swear I stopped breathing. His mouth came so close to my ear I could feel the heat of it against my skin. My knees nearly gave out when he spoke again. “I knew it the second you touched me.” “Unmarked,” he whispered, like it was the dirtiest word he’d ever said. “And soaking through that pretty little dress.” My body betrayed me. I whimpered. My fingers curled tighter around the cup in my hand until it crumpled like paper. “You’re trembling,” he said. I wasn’t just t
~Lyra~I took a shaky breath. My heart slammed against my ribs. I was trying to act cool. Chill. Not like I was seconds away from bolting or falling to my knees, whichever came first.“I… Well…I’m here for the summer. Her eyes dipped again.To my thighs.To the way they were pressed together so tightly I was practically vibrating.She leaned in like she was going to whisper something dirty in my ear, and for a second I panicked. I thought she was going to call me out. Say she could smell him on me. That I reeked of Alpha and something forbidden.But she didn’t.She just dragged one perfect red nail down the center of my chest..not touching, but close enough to make my nipples harden under the mesh.And she whispered,“You should be careful, Lyra.”I blinked fast.“What?”She smirked.“There are wolves here who’d do anything to sink their teeth into an unmated Omega.”She stepped back, letting her gaze drop one more time to my legs.And then she was gone.Just like that.Melted back i
~Lyra~The second I stepped through the door, my lungs stopped working. Not because it was crowded. Not because the music was so loud I could feel it in my teeth. Not even because Tasha was already pulling me forward like she was leading me into a fucking rave. It was the smell. The heat. The sex in the air. That sharp, humid thickness that curled around my thighs like a whisper. My cunt clenched before I even realized what was happening. My whole body responded instinctively, like my biology just clocked where the fuck we were and was like, oh… oh fuck. Because this wasn’t just a party. This was a goddamn orgy disguised as a house party. People were making out in public like they couldn’t breathe unless their tongues were down someone’s throat. A girl in the kitchen was grinding on a guy while his hand was inside her dress. Inside. And she wasn’t even trying to hide it. Just moaning softly into his mouth as his fingers disappeared up to the knuckle. There were bodies every
~Lyra~I whimpered as he dragged his thumb out of my mouth and slid it straight down.Over my chin.Between my tits.Down my stomach.Until he reached the hem of the dress—what was left of it.He lifted it slow.So slow.And there it was again.My bare, throbbing pussy.Still leaking.Still pink.Still ruined from his tongue.He didn’t touch it.Didn’t even brush his fingers over it.He just stared.Like it belonged to him.Like it was already tattooed with his fucking name.“Open your legs,” he murmured.I did.Barely.My thighs shook.My breath caught.His mouth was at my ear again.“If I told you to sit on the edge of this bar and keep your legs spread all night while your friend danced with boys and got drunk off cheap vodka,” he whispered, “would you do it?”I whimpered.His palm smoothed up my thigh, stopped just shy of where I needed it.“I bet you would,” he said. “I bet you’d sit here leaking. Moaning. Rubbing your thighs together while I watched and didn’t touch.”“Daddy,” I
~Lyra~“The car was boring anyway.”Tasha crossed her arms, her pout deepening into full-blown brat mode as she stared up at Damon like he was the villain of her movie. Her eyes glinted with irritation, the gloss on her lips catching the light as she tilted her head just enough to make the halo of her curls bounce. She looked like a spoiled heiress in heat..and she was.“You want me to show up to the biggest party of the summer in a Jeep, Daddy? What will people say?” She threw her hands up in dramatic exasperation. “I’ll look like the designated driver or some divorced mom trying to relive her glory days.”Damon didn’t budge.Didn’t blink.He was still standing shirtless in the middle of the living room, the soft amber of the whiskey in his hand catching the light, highlighting the sweat on his abs and the sharp lines carved into his inked chest. His cock was still half-hard, outlined thick and heavy beneath his sweatpants, a silent, pulsing threat that hadn’t gone away since the m