18. Victor
Victor
I hunch outside the door for the entire heat spike. Does that make me pathetic? Maybe. Could I drag myself away, even if the house was on fire?
Absolutely not.
I listened as the omega keened and whined. I listened as she took everything they gave her. I listened with my hand fisted around my cock. And when everything reached a boiling point, I came all over my hand like a fucking chump.
I’ve had plenty of omega, beta, even a few alpha partners. Nothing, nothing ever made me lose control like the scent of the one in my room. On my sheets.
Things go quiet. They did not just fall asleep in my bed.
I tuck myself back into my pants and peek through the crack in the door. No movement at all.
My anger rises fast in my chest. Fuck them if they think they can just—
“Don’t you dare,” A deep voice whispers in my ear.
I whip around, but there’s no one. Behind me. In front of me. Beside me. Hell, I even glance up at the ceiling, just in case.
Nothing.
The omega’s scent is still making me crazy.
I close the door and stalk down the hall. If I can’t get into my own bed, I may as well work.