Page 18 of Bend Me Over

“Sorry.” I chuckle, giving her a grin. “Wrapped up in the moment. It’s not every day you meet your scent match.”

The woman’s brows furrow. “I have to ask. Is this some kind of roleplay thing, or are you being serious and she’s your Omega.”

“Roleplay?” Max’s raises a brow. “Not that there’s anything against roleplay, but finding your scent match is a serious thing to us. We wouldn’t mess around with that.”

“So, she’s actually your scent match? Because she’s on Alpha blockers, she can’t smell you.”

“I assumed as much when she didn’t react,” I tell her.

“Look, that Omega in there, she’s a friend of mine. I care about her. She thinks this is some kind of roleplay thing the two of you are doing. You need to be clear that it’s not before this continues. I don’t want to see her get hurt.”

“Fuck.” My worried eyes flick towards the direction she went. “Really?”

The guard nods.

“What's her name?” Max asks.

We found our scent match and I know nothing about her. Her name, age, where she’s from. I’m hoping to know all of that by the time we leave tonight.

Hell, I haven’t even gotten a chance to see her face yet because she was strapped to the bench with her face in the facerest.

And the fact I was taking her from behind.

“That is information she needs to give you willingly. What I can do is give you all time to yourself, per her request, with the exception of me in the room. However, if she feels uncomfortable or unsafe at any time, we will remove you.”

“What?” I ask in disbelief. “Woah, we’re not going to hurt her.”

“I’m not saying you will. I’m just letting you know what will happen.”

“We understand,” Max says. “And we will talk to her first, let her know we’re serious about us being her scent match.”

The guard nods. “Follow me.”

“Hey.” I pull Max to my side as we follow after her. “Did you get a look at her face?”

“No,” Max says, shaking his head. “Not really. The lights were too dim. But I’m pretty sure she has blue eyes.” He grins. “Dark hair and blue eyes. Fuck. So hot.”

“Tell me about it.” I grin, looking at my own dark hair, blue eyed hottie.

The guard opens the door, stepping to the side to allow us in.

A smile splits my face when I see our Omega snuggled into a pile of blankets,buried in a soft one as she rubs against the fabric.

At the sound of the door shutting, her body goes still before peeking her face out from the blanket.

As soon as it’s away from her face and it’s on full display, my whole world goes still.

I blink. And blink. And blink.

Judging by the way her eyes nearly bug out of her head, pure shock and horror on her face, I think she’s just as shell-shocked over what is going on right now as I am.

“Ah, babe,” Max says slowly. “I don’t think you need to worry about getting over Gia.”

Nope. I don’t think I do. Because the Omega who’s lying in the nest of blankets, the one I was just inside, knotting, filling with my cum, making her orgasm from both my tongue and my knot, who also happens to be my scent match is none other than my stepsister herself.

I’m not sure if I should laugh or what.

“Gia,” I manage to rasp out her name.