"Apparently, you've also taken away my ability to walk," Noelle says, the playful defiance in his voice and sits back on the bed.
I can't help but smirk at him, placing my arms behind my head and gazing at him through half-closed eyes. The pheromones swirling in the room envelop us, igniting a primal need within me that refuses to be quelled.
Noelle turns to glare at me, but his eyes betray him, a hint of excitement flickering as they land on my renewed arousal. "You—" he starts, but I cut him off by sitting up and pulling him flush against me, our bodies fitting together perfectly.
"You see, when an alpha is around his omega in heat," I murmur, my hand sliding down to his waist and then lower, finding the perfect curve of his backside. I can't resist giving it a playful slap, the sound echoing in the charged atmosphere between us. "The alpha has to be raring to go, you know? So it's not really my fault."
