Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega
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A mischievous gleam flashed in his eyes.
“No way,” I whispered, shaking my head from side to side. My hand slid behind his neck, my fingers entwining in the short strands of hair at his nape. “Those lips belong to me.”
My hand guided him down, placed on his neck, as my lips met his. He gave in, melting as the kiss deepened, my body pushing closer to his unharmed side.
The buzzing came through the cell phone again, this time much louder. Sora pounded on my shoulder several times, breaking away from the kiss, and gasping for air. “Take your call. It could be important”