Chapter 21

Lyra

I couldn’t walk straight.

Not because I was drunk. Not because I was high. But because I could still feel him on me.

Still feel the heat of his mouth against my ear. Still feel his voice curling down my spine like smoke.

Tasha was somewhere outside. I didn’t even know if she was still fucking those guys, if she was looking for me, if she saw what happened.

Didn’t matter.

All I could focus on was the ache between my thighs.

My panties were ruined. Wet. Completely soaked through. Clinging to me like shame. I could feel how messy I was every time I moved. I could smell it… faint, but there.

Omega heat was a myth. That’s what I used to think. That maybe it wasn’t for me.

Until tonight. Fuck.

I stumbled down the hall, every step making it worse.

I wasn’t okay. I was not okay. My skin was buzzing, my nipples hurt from how hard they were, and my cunt—God, my cunt—felt like it was on fire. My thighs were wet.