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I couldn't help the sly grin creeping onto my face as I saw Mr. Fairchild staring at me, his storm-gray eyes wide with a mix of shock and fascination. He always knew I had experience...he practically called me out on it earlier with that whole "fucking alphas left and right" talk, but I doubt he'd ever imagined me like this. Not really.
In his view, omegas were meant to be soft, shy, blushing types who melted at the first sign of alpha attention, meek, quiet, submissive.
But here I was: a bold, cheeky little minx, practically purring as I watched him fall apart, reveling in every shaky breath and tight jaw. It was an exhilarating rush of power.
Leaning in closer, I traced my thumb across his swollen lower lip, still tender from our earlier kisses.
"Lesson two, sir," I whispered, my voice low and teasing. "I'm about to show you how to touch an omega until they see whole constellations."
