Page 11 of Bend Me Over

There’s another receptionist when we get up there. He smiles and nods his head. “Hello.”

“Hi. Changing rooms?” I ask.

“To your left.” He points.

“Thank you.” We head into the changing rooms and get undressed, placing our clothes and personal items into a locker.

“Ready?” Max adds me.

No. But I don’t tell him that. “Yeah.”

As soon as we open the door to the main room, we’re slammed with a million different scents.

My head spins as a full body shiver rushes through me.

We’ve been to these places tons of times over the past year, but you never get used to the way all the Omega’s scents mess with your body.

My cock thickens and stands at full mass, pre-cum already dripping down my shaft.

I’m about to ask Max where he’d like to start first when a stronger scent makes itself known.

I’ve had a lot of pina coladas in my life, but none of those times has the scent ever made me feel like every cell in my body is being rearranged.

“Trenton.” Max’s voice is a choked rasp. Head turning his way, I see it in his eyes. He’s feeling the same thing I feel.

A low rumbling growl fills our chests as we move forward. Like a moth to a flame we stop in front of an Omega. She’s strapped down on a spanking bench, her ass in the air, her pussy on display.

Taking a deep breath in, my eyes roll back, my knot pulses and my cock is so hard it fucking hurts.

The world around me spins as I feel this shift inside me.

When I open my eyes, I stare down at the woman and know without a doubt that this Omega is mine. My scent match. My mate.

And by the look in Max’s eyes, she’s his too.

I guess Gia isn’t going to be an issue any longer now that I’ve found my mate.

Because whoever she is, I know for a fact my heart and soul only wants her. No other Omega will do.

Chapter 3

Gia

It’s a slow night, I knew that. But I think this is the longest it’s taken for an Alpha to choose me. I’m not sure if I should be offended or not. To be fair, everyone could have been occupied. Most Alphas aren’t two pump chumps, so they might be with their Omegas of choice for a while.

I don’t mind laying here, waiting. The sounds of the moans and growls around me adds to my arousal.

I’m worked up, needy, and ready to go though. I’m sure there's a puddle of slick on the floor by now.

My skin feels like it’s alive, blood pumping, heart racing. I’m starting to get restless the longer I wait.

I came here to find release, to lose myself in a couple of Alphas, not to be teased by all the tempting sounds around me.

Just when I’m about to ask Emily to unhook me and get me set up with another station, I feel the brush of fingers along my spine.

I suck in a sharp gasp, my pussy clenching as goose bumps ripple along my skin.

“Look at you.” His deep husky voice has me whimpering with need. “You’re a fucking vision, Little Omega. On display like a priceless artifact. You belong in a museum.”