“You’re impossible,” she sighs, pushing past my naked chest and into the room. I notice a slight limp as she sits on my bed, and I frown.
“How is your foot doing?” I ask. “You’ve been changing your bandages every night, right?”
Fuck, I should have done it for her.
“Of course,” she snaps. “I’m not a child.”
I eye her up and down. “No, you most definitely aren’t.”
I would stop my teasing if her scent didn’t sweeten with lust.
But shelikesit.
My Alpha stirs, a growl rising in my chest.
“I need your help,” she says, effectively changing the conversation. “And it’s something serious, so please stop being a pervert for two seconds.”
I raise an eyebrow. “If you’re asking me to help you leave, I’mnotdoing that. You can’t sweet talk your way into getting a ride to Mexico.”
She huffs, and I sit on the opposite side of the bed, the mattress dipping with my weight. “And you can’t guilt me like you did Dylan, so unless you came here for something else—”
“I need suppressants,” she blurts out.
I blink.
Oh, fuck.
“I’m running out,” she adds, wringing her hands and frowning. “I have maybe three days left. If I go into withdrawals, it’ll beawful, Killian. You know what will happen.”
The thought of her soaking herself with slick, desperate for my knot is almost enough to make my knot pop right in front of her.
“And what makes you think I would help you?” I ask. “It would be beneficial for me.”
But she sees right through me, as I knew she would.
“Because,” she says. “I believe that you’d want me only if I wanted you back. Not when I’m out of my mind, desperate to haveanythingto satisfy me.”
I can’t stop myself.
“I’ll only fuck you when you fucking beg for it,” I snarl.
And my gorgeous, beautiful girl, she gives me a wicked smile.
“That’s what I thought,” she says, nodding. “So, can you help me?”
Without thinking, I reach out and take her hand. I trace circles on her palm with my thumb, and she shudders.
“I have someone,” I murmur. “He can get me anything, but I’m not sure about Omega suppressants. Last I heard,no onehad any left.”
To my surprise, she sits closer to me and grips my hand.
“I knowexactlywhere to find them,” she offers, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
My little Omega is a deviant, just like me, and it’s fucking incredible.
“And where would that be, my brilliant girl?” I purr.
“A pharmacy in North Hollywood, a few blocks from where I was staying.”