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They have vibrators for that. That’s a great idea.
This is just the preheat. I can absolutely get through this. I just need supplies.
Twisting the faucet to cold, I splash water on my face. I should have known what was happening yesterday at the dojo when I fainted. Zane even said it. He told me I was hot to the touch.
Trembling, I grab my phone and flick through my apps to find one where I can get a certain kind of device delivered.
Yes, that will work for sure.
Breathing heavily, I stumble into the living room, and I’m just about to toss myself on the couch when there is a knock at the door.
I glare at it because how dare someone just show up? Don’t they know that isn’t acceptable etiquette?
Maybe if I stay quiet, they will go away. Nope, they knock again.
Tiptoeing to the door, I peer through the little hole.
Quinn fucking Clarke.
Bad timing, very bad timing. Panic surges through me, my body reacting to his presence in ways I can’t control. My inner omega screams for release, and I bite down on my lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep the desperation at bay.
He knocks again, then starts whistling as I peer through the peephole.
Quinn Clarke, with his tousled brown hair and expressive eyes, stands on the other side of the door. He’s tall and lean, with a boyish charm that hides a deeper, more complex persona. His sharp jawline and slightly crooked smile give him an endearing quality, while his warm brown eyes hold a depth of intelligence and mischief.
I hate how attractive he is.
My omega instincts flare up at the sight of him, urging me to open the door and submit. I grit my teeth, fighting against the urge, knowing that letting him in would mean losing control.
“Aria,” he calls out, his voice carrying a teasing lilt tinged with concern. “I know you’re in there. Thought you might need some TLC, so I brought a care package.” He leans in close to peer back at me through the hole.
Gasping, I flatten myself against the door. This can’t be happening right now. I smell like a melting orange Creamsicle on a hot summer day and… Wet slick gushes from me, and a shiver works through me.
The inner demoness inside me knows he is an alpha.
He has a knot, one that would fit perfectly inside my?—
I clench my fists, trying to steady my racing heart. Why did it have to be him? My inner omega purrs at the thought of his presence, but I shove that reaction down hard.
“Go away, Quinn,” I croak out. I want to look through the peephole again, but I don’t, just in case it has smell-o-vision.
“Not a chance, sweetheart,” he replies, his voice a blend of concern and that ever present hint of mischief. “I come bearing gifts. Call me your knight in shining…denim.”
Curiosity and frustration war within me as I stand there, debating my next move. The heat coursing through me makes every decision feel monumental. Finally, with a resigned sigh, I peer through the peephole. It’s just enough to glare at him.
“What do you want?” I snap out, trying to keep my voice steady.
Quinn’s eyes widen slightly, but he quickly masks his surprise with a grin. “Just thought I’d check on my favorite sparring partner. You seemed a bit off at our last session. No need for the evil eye, though. I come bearing gifts of sustenance.”
I eye the bag suspiciously. “What’s in it?”
He leans against the doorframe, his smile turning softer. “Just some deliciousness. Thought you may feel hungry.”
He has no idea what this is doing to my clitty cat right now.
I suppress a groan and clench my thighs together.
“I really can’t open the door.” Fuck, I’m going to have to call out of work for the entire week.
