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I kiss his lips again and then, tilting my head, I kiss along his jaw to his pulse. \u201cFinn,\u201d my best friend sighs, leaning so that I have more room to work. \u201cYou like that?\u201d I kiss his neck again, this time with an open mouth, raking my teeth over his skin. Jude shudders on the bed and I can smell how wet that made him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to know what you like.\u201d \u201cThat,\u201d he says. \u201cI like that.\u201d \u201cWhat else?\u201d \u201cSuck,\u201d he whines. That new part of me\u2014the possessive alpha I hadn\u2019t realized was there all along\u2014loves that and I growl softly beneath my breath. Leaving his neck bruised is just another way that I\u2019ll be able to leave my mark. Sure, he\u2019ll smell like me, too, but a hickey will last longer. I do exactly as he says and I suck, teasing him with my tongue, using my teeth to help encourage his skin to bloom pink, red, and purple.<\/p>\n

Jude moans for me and I can\u2019t help it. My hips buck instinctively as my cock throbs. Fuck, I\u2019m so fucking hard\u2014and I can\u2019t be the only one, can I? My palms slide further up Jude\u2019s thighs and then, as I bite harder, I reach for his dick. \u201cFuck!\u201d Jude gasps, jolting against me. He\u2019s dripping wet from pre-cum, pulsing in my hand, and when I give him an experimental pump, he cries out like I\u2019ve just picked him up and dropped him right on my cock.<\/p>\n

All of his carefully maintained control from earlier is out the window\u2014he\u2019s nothing more than an omega in heat, desperate for me. \u201cWhat do you want, omega?\u201d I hiss, my lips ghosting across his bruised skin. \u201cYou want me to suck this pretty dick of yours?\u201d \u201cPl-please,\u201d he stutters out. I drag my mouth away from his neck, trailing kisses down his chest. Jude leans back on his hands, watching me as I go, and I\u2019m careful to keep eye contact as I lick along his abs.<\/p>\n

Pre-cum streaks across his belly where the head of his cock brushed against his skin and I can\u2019t help but lap it up hungrily, savoring the taste. \u201cSo good, omega,\u201d I say, my voice low as I watch his face from beneath my lashes. I give his cock another stroke, squeezing as my hand lifts along his length, milking it for more pre-cum, and then, finally, I wrap my lips around the head.<\/p>\n

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An omega is in heat. My mouth is open before I realize what I\u2019m doing and I breathe in deeply, tasting the pheromones in the air. I presented earlier than most alphas, so my experience with omegas\u2014and omegas in heat\u2014is long, but it doesn\u2019t matter. Even if I had gone through a hundred heats with a hundred different omegas, the smell of fresh heat would still send an electric thrill down my spine. I growl softly to myself and rub my eyes with the heels of my hands.<\/p>\n

Where am I? Who is in heat\u2014and do they want any help? I breathe in again, the smell and taste of slick flooding my senses, and that\u2019s when I remember. I\u2019m on vacation with my best friend, Hart. My male best friend. My best friend, who until this morning, I had always assumed was a beta, and I know I\u2019m not the only one.<\/p>\n

How many times have I heard him make a self-deprecating joke about his presentation\u2014or, really, lack thereof? Betas don\u2019t really present. At least, not in an obvious way; Hell, it\u2019s even presumptive to doctors. The easiest way to tell if someone\u2019s a beta is if they\u2019re not an alpha or an omega, and never go through a rut or a heat.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not unheard of for someone to present as an older teenager, but Hart and I are twenty-four years old. If Hart really is blooming\u2014and from the smell of it, he is\u2014then he\u2019s running at least two years late. I finally focus my eyes and peer across the hotel room. He must have kicked the rest of his blankets off the bed during the night because all he has left is a sheet.<\/p>\n

Sweat dapples his forehead beneath his clotted bangs and every so often, he whimpers, his brows pushing together in a way that makes something in my stomach knot up. It was Hart\u2019s idea for us to go somewhere tropical after the city finally dug out from the last snowstorm. I really don\u2019t like the heat and humidity, but Hart does\u2014and I like giving Hart exactly what he wants, especially when he pouts. I thought he was struggling with the sun yesterday when he bailed from the swimming pool, a flush stretching from cheek to cheek, but, but\u2014 Heat.<\/p>\n

He must have been in pre-heat. \u201cHart,\u201d I hiss and my best friend whimpers again, pressing his face into his pillow. Why didn\u2019t I smell it? I frown as I climb out of bed, replaying the rest of the day in my mind. Everywhere we went, he was turning heads; I don\u2019t love it but I\u2019m used to it, and honestly, sort of proud of the fact that my best friend catches eyes.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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