SLOANE
I barely made it back to the Blue Moon house.
Three days of rut without release and my body was screaming. My cock was still hard, knot still swollen and aching even though there was no Omega to knot. Every instinct I had was howling at me to turn around, go back, claim Bryce properly while his scent was still thick in my lungs but I didn't.
I'd resisted and I was proud of that but I was also dying from it.
I made it to my room and locked the door behind me. I stripped off my clothes with shaking hands. They smelled like him—like his heat, his slick, and his desperate need. I wanted to bury my face in them and breathe him in until I passed out but instead I threw them in the corner and stumbled to the bathroom.
I turned the shower on cold, stepped under the spray and gasped as the cold water hit my overheated skin.
