Stray Omega by Lizzy Bequin

eyebrow. The omega let her eyes drift lower to his chest. The alpha had two
more piercings there, one through each nipple. She felt a sudden compulsion
to put her mouth there, to nip and suck and draw his flesh between her
trembling lips.
Fool.
That was her heat speaking. It was already closer than she realized.
She needed to go. Now.
But the omega stayed frozen in place, satchel tucked beneath one arm. Her
eyes lingered on the alpha’s impossibly masculine body. It was more perfect
and enticing than anything she had ever seen.
Her gaze slid down the alpha’s carved abdomen. Even in his relaxed state, the
muscles there were perfectly delineated in the pale glow of the moon. Her
eyes dipped lower, tracing the angled lines from his hips to his groin. His sex
was covered in a strip of thin animal hide, which was tented by the brute’s
sizable arousal.
Apparently the alpha was dreaming.
The omega shook herself back to alertness. What was she doing? Every
moment she lingered here brought her closer to being caught. It was time for
her to leave. Now.
Yet somehow she could not drag her eyes away from that lifted loincloth.
She needed to see what was underneath.
Just one quick peek…