Angelica couldn't finish her thought before a sharp, salty sting hit her nose.
She jerked back, her eyes snapping to Lana in sudden terror.
The woman's eyes had rolled back into her head, and her tongue lolled uselessly from the corner of her mouth. She looked less like a person and more like a broken doll.
"Shit! Flinn, we need to take her away." Angelica choked out, pinching her nose shut. She turned to Flinn, but her heart sank. "You have got to be fucking me."
He had his hands wrapped tightly around Lana's shoulders, his face buried deep in the crook of her neck. He was huffing her scent, his own body beginning to vibrate with a secondary reaction.
'Fuck! What did I expect from a submissive omega?' Angelica cursed internally.
