[ Perfect brings a pink shade to her cheeks. She preens, nudging her nose at his neck, savoring the scent of him even through the brackish, repelling scent of Finn on him. He belongs to another. Her whole body screams with it, but it's in constant war with the way that he showers praise upon her.
She has never felt like a good omega until him. Still doesn't, in her rational non-lizard brain. A good omega doesn't steal Finn's alpha away and make him knot her on the floor of the refresher for nine years. But Poe makes her believe it in her heart of hearts (in her hormones of hormones). ]
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She has never felt like a good omega until him. Still doesn't, in her rational non-lizard brain. A good omega doesn't steal Finn's alpha away and make him knot her on the floor of the refresher for nine years. But Poe makes her believe it in her heart of hearts (in her hormones of hormones). ]
Thank you, Alpha.