Excitement coursed through my body as my cock hardened in my pants. I had to get a handle on these feelings. The chances of this omega actually being able to complete the ceremony were slim to none. More than likely this would all end with their soul fading away from mine as if it had never existed.

Still, it was rare that something so interesting happened to me that I unbuttoned my pants and let my tail snake inside to pull my hard erection free. Green pulses of light slid down my tail as I pumped my cock with it. My mind wandered back to the scent of granny smith apples and soft curves until glowing green ropes of cum jetted from the tip of my cock and landed on my legs and chest.

“Damn it,” I muttered, and with a wave of my hand, all traces of my seed disappeared.

I needed to get my shit together, I had way too much work to do and I didn’t need an omega getting in the way of it... no matter how good they smelled.

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CHAPTER 4

It was official, parties were definitely not my thing.

“C’mon, Eden! It’s fun!” Cleo shouted over the thudding bass coming from the speakers as I followed her. My fingers were tangled in the back of her blouse and I let her pull me through the crowd until we reached the door to the backyard.

The Kappa Sigma Psi fraternity house looked like any other suburban home... if you smashed two houses together to create what I liked to call ‘a super house.’

This was my second time in the house. Cleo and I had gone to one of their kickbacks last year right after she and Justin had started dating. It had taken her an entire year to convince me to go back.

The house was... dingy at best. Sofas that were probably older than most of the people in the house were arranged haphazardly around the living room. They were a dishwater brown color, but I was pretty sure they hadn’t been that color when they were purchased. Through the clumps of people I could see that there were several holes in the walls and that someone had spray painted on the wall behind the massive TV. Now, I love spray paint art as much as the next gal, but this was not that. These were scribbles of color and profanity that made my eyes itch to look at.

Cleo opened the sliding glass door and I let her tug me outside, relishing the breath of fresh New England air that greeted me. It had been too hot inside and the scents of the surrounding alphas and omegas were absolutely dizzying.

“Justin!” Cleo squealed before taking off across the backyard, leaving me behind as she launched herself at her boyfriend. Justin caught her with a laugh and spun her around, and from there, everyone else ceased to exist. The group of guys that Justin had been speaking with previously just grinned and shuffled away as the couple played tonsil hockey.

I had known, inherently, that this was going to happen because it always did when it came to Cleo and Justin, but that didn’t stop the sting in my chest as I watched the pair together.

“Hey, you’re Elizabeth, Cleo’s roommate, right?” Someone gently tapped my shoulder. When I turned I found Raymond Teller, the president of Kappa Sigma Psi, standing in front of me. Surprise filled me because, while I knew who he was (everyone did), I wondered how he knew who I was... well, sort-of.

“It’s Eden, but yeah,” I gently corrected him, though I wasn’t sure how much it would stick. His blue eyes were glazed over, telling me that he was 100% drunk, high, or maybe even cross-faded. The next time I saw him he probably would act like I didn’t exist.

“Eden, right. I’m Ray.” He held a hand out to me and I took it, grimacing at how sweaty his palm was.

“Nice to meet you,” I said despite the fact that we had seen each other on more than one occasion. It didn’t bother me much, I wasn’t the most memorable omega on campus since I tended to hide in my studio or in my dorm.

Ray nodded a few times, his eyes nearly going cross-eyed as he tried to focus on me. “So, I’m just gonna come right out and say it. We need your help, Erica.”

“Eden.”

“Eden. Right, sorry. Too much tequila makes me stupid,” Ray apologized and I snorted inwardly because I was pretty sure that it wasn’t the tequila that was making him stupid.

“We need your help, Eden,” he said, making sure to get my name right this time. “Cleo showed me some of your art and you’re, like, a kick-ass artist.” At his praise, guilt immediately filled my chest. My thoughts had been nasty and unkind, and even if he didn’t always remember me, he was never mean to me, or to anyone else as far as I could tell.

“What do you need?” I asked.

“Well you know about the Halloween bash right? The one we do every year?”

I nodded, it was only the biggest party thrown every year. Of course I had heard of it.

“Cool, well we found this creepy old house on the edge of town. No one’s lived in it for like twenty-years or something, so we’re going to throw the party there and we need an expert decorator... and that's where you come in.” He gestured to me with wiggling hands that looked suspiciously like jazz hands.

“So you want me to... paint?” I was confused, I wasn’t sure if painting someone else’s house was a good idea. It sounded like an easy way to get arrested for vandalism.

“No, no definitely not. We want you to draw creepy stuff with chalk. Like satanic symbols and pentagrams. Shit like that. Our theme is ‘A Dance with the Devil.’ Cool, right?” Ray’s smile was goofy and I felt my lips tilt up. I couldn’t help it, his excitement was infectious. “Say you’ll do it, Eden, you’d be doing us a huge favor, pretty please?”

I was already going to say yes, but the puppy-dog eyes that the alpha in front of me was giving made me laugh. “Sure, why not.”

Ray whooped loud enough that several of the other partygoers in the backyards turned to look at us.

“You won’t regret it Eden. Cleo will give you my number, you are the best. Wear a bangin’ costume and I’ll see you later!” With that, the tornado that was Raymond Teller, left me standing next to the sliding glass door as he ran and dove into the pool with a hoot. Laughter filled the backyard and soon people started jumping in with him.

In an effort to not get wet, I slipped back inside of the house and went in search of a bathroom.

During the time that I was outside, the house had filled with even more people. People were packed into the kitchen playing a game of beer pong on the island while others mixed drinks in the background. They were also crammed along the walls in the hallway and scattered across the stairs, which forced me to dodge kissing couples on my way up.

By the time I made it to the landing, I was sweating through the black tank top that I had worn and I was pretty sure my hair was frizzy from the humidity caused by all of the bodies packed into the house like sardines.

“Bathroom... bathroom... bathroom,” I muttered to myself as I trailed down the hallway, half-afraid to open any of the doors because I so didn’t want to walk in on a couple going at it.

Just play eenie-meenie-minie-mo, Eden. I scolded myself as I finally gripped a random door knob and opened it, nearly fainting with relief when it actually turned out to be a blessedly empty bathroom.

I stepped inside and pulled the door shut firmly behind myself, and locked it for good measure. Turning to the mirror over the sink, I stared at myself and took stock of how I looked at the moment.

I was sweaty, that much was obvious from the sheen on my forehead, but my makeup was staying where it was supposed to—thank God for setting spray. Pulling some toilet paper off of the roll, I wet it and began to swipe the damp piece of paper along my arms and shoulders. The coolness of it helped to center me and quell down the panic that always came from being around large crowds of people.