Claiming their Omega
Licking my dry lips, I closed my eyes and told him everything I was feeling.
“It’s not the same as what I read about omega heats,” I muttered.
Derek stroked the skin of my stomach with his thumb.
I was sitting naked in a bathtub with an alpha who had kidnapped me and I wasn’t scared.
“No omega experiences the same heat,” he said softly.
“Have you ever…” I trailed off, but he understood what I wanted to know.
“Yes, a few times.”
“The tea isn’t working,” I croaked.
“I know.”
The air got locked in my throat when his hand slipped lower until his fingers brushed the curly hair. I held still, waiting for his next move, but his hand didn’t slip any lower.