When an Omega Snaps Quotes

“The last time the firemen came to the house, they said the only thing I was allowed to cook from here on out was cereal with milk.” Nothing could have stopped his chuckle. “Well then, I guess you’d better leave if you’re expecting sustenance.” “I’m sure I could find something else to eat.” She practically purred the words in his ear. Surely that unmanly “eep” didn’t come from him?”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“You were playing in the road?” “Road, sidewalk, does it really matter? What’s more important is, if I can’t play inside, and I can’t play outside, where is a girl supposed to play?” Upstairs, eleventh floor, condo unit 1101. His bedroom had plenty of room. Of course the sport he pictured didn’t involve any props. Nor did it include any clothes. But telling her she could play with him naked probably wasn’t the answer she looked for.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“While his patience frayed, in the end, it was Meena who snapped first.
Whether it was the fact a woman touched him, hanging on to his arm, gushing at how beautiful the wedding was, or the fact that Meena couldn’t handle the frustration of the last few days, it didn’t matter.
With a snarled, “Get your hands off my husband!” Meena sliced through the crowd, skirts hiked. She leaped the last few feet and soared through the air to tackle the lioness at his side, who, as it turned out, was Loni’s cousin.
But at the time, all he knew was his new wife was in full-on jealous mode and determined to scalp a wedding guest.
As omega, Leo should have jumped in to calm the hot tempers— and stop the hair pulling. At the very least, he should have definitely pried Meena off the lioness before she got blood on her white dress.
But…
Well…
He kind of liked it.
While Leo had dated his fair share of women, he’d never had one show such a possessive side before.
Definitely never had one go after a girl for daring to flirt with him.
He didn’t know what it said about him, the fact that he enjoyed her jealous outburst.
Feeling kind of smug about it, he took a moment to bask.
Hers. Yes, he was hers, and she was his, at least on paper.
Perhaps it was time to complete the bond and truly mate so that everyone would know they belonged to each other. Time to claim each other.
First, though, he needed to pry her off the other woman before she literally spilled blood.
Winding an arm around her middle, he lifted Meena, even as she continued to snarl at the woman on the ground. “Touch my man again and I will rip that hand from you and slap you with it!”
Ah, the romantic words of a woman in lust.
Tossing Meena over his shoulder, he ignored the amused glances of the crowd as he carted her away from the party.
“I wasn’t done, Pookie,” she grumbled.
“I’ve got better plans for that energy,” was his reply.
And yes, she announced to all that, “Leo’s finally going to debauch me.” She wasn’t the only one fist pumping.
The other ladies in the pride were cheering too while Leo fought not to blush, and poor Peter, he made a beeline for the bar.
However, embarrassment wasn’t enough to stop him.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“First came the flower girls, pretty little lasses in summery frocks, skipping down the aisle, tossing handfuls of petals and, in one case, the basket when it was empty.
Next came the bridesmaids, Luna, strutting in her gown and heels, a challenging dare in her eyes that begged someone to make a remark about the girly getup she was forced to wear. Next came Reba and Zena, giggling and prancing, loving the attention.
This time, Leo wasn’t thrown by Teena’s appearance, nor was he fooled.
How could he have mistaken her for his Vex?
While similar outwardly, Meena’s twin lacked the same confident grin, and the way she moved, with a delicate grace, did not resemble his bold woman at all. How unlike they seemed. Until Teena tripped, flailed her arms, and took out part of a row before she could recover! Yup, they were sisters all right.
With a heavy sigh, and pink cheeks, Teena managed to walk the rest of the red carpet, high heels in hand— one of which seemed short a heel.
With all the wedding party more or less safely arrived, there was only one person of import left. However, she didn’t walk alone.
Despite his qualms, which Leo heard over the keg they’d shared the previous night, Peter appeared ready to give his daughter away.
Ready, though, didn’t mean he looked happy about it.
The seams of the suit his soon-to-be father-in-law wore strained, the rented tux not the best fit, but Leo doubted that was why he looked less than pleased.
Leo figured there were two reasons for Peter’s grumpy countenance. The first was the fact that he had to give his little girl away. The second probably had to do with the snickers and the repetition of a certain rumor, “I hear he lost an arm-wrestling bet and had to wear a tie.”
For those curious, Leo had won that wager, and thus did his new father-in-law wear the, “gods-damned-noose” around his neck. However, who cared about that sore loser when upon his arm rested a vision of beauty.
Meena’s long hair tumbled in golden waves over her shoulders, the ends curled into fat ringlets that tickled her cleavage. At her temples, ivory combs swept the sides up and away, revealing the creamy line of her neck. The strapless gown made her appear as a goddess. The bust, tight and low cut, displayed her fantastic breasts so well that Leo found himself growling. He didn’t like the appreciative eyes in the crowd. Yet, at the same time, he felt a certain pride.
His bride was beautiful, and it was only right she be admired.
From her impressive breasts, the gown cinched in before flaring out. The filmy white fabric of the skirt billowed as she walked.
He noted she wore flats. Reba’s suggestion so she wouldn’t get a heel stuck. Her gown didn’t quite touch the ground. Zena’s idea to ensure she wouldn’t trip on the hem. They’d taken all kinds of precautions to ensure her the smoothest chance of success.
She might lack the feline grace of other ladies. She might have stumbled a time or two and been kept upright only by the smooth actions of her father, but dammit, in his eyes, she was the daintiest, most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
And she is mine.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“As Leo leaned down to deposit her on the bed, she tightened her grip on him, not letting him pull away. “Kiss me,” she demanded.
“I shouldn’t.”
“Shouldn’t didn’t stop you earlier this evening.”
“Earlier this evening you weren’t incapacitated.”
“We can work it off. If we take it slow, I’ll be fine. Just don’t expect me to swing from a chandelier. The last time I did that, the whole ceiling came down,” she confided.
“I’d really rather not hear about your sexual exploits,” he growled.
A jealous Leo was adorable.
“Oh, I didn’t do it for sex. We were playing Tomb Raider. And I would have gotten away with the treasure, too, if the bolts would have held.”
“You are something else,” he muttered, brushing the hair from her face, his strokes so gentle.
“I’m yours,” she muttered as her lashes fluttered shut, her battle with them lost.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Just like she intended to be with him for Christmas and make him buy a potted tree because, while she didn’t like artificial pines, she also couldn’t stand the thought of chopping a live one down for decoration. So, every year, she bought a live pine tree, and once Christmas was done, she kept it watered and healthy until spring when she could plant it.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Eyeballing the broken welds on the headboard of the brass bed, she remarked, “Who do you think won the bet this time?”
Because, after the first two bed mishaps, a betting pool started.
“I won,” Leo purred as he flipped her onto her back.
“You mean you wagered on us breaking the bed?”
“Hell yeah I did. But I won more than that. I totally scored when it came to finding you.”
“Don’t you mean I found you? I mean, after all, it was my Frisbee that smacked you in the head.”
“A Frisbee I could have caught.”
“You never saw—”
He shook his head.
She giggled. “Pookie, you sly devil, do you mean you purposely let yourself get smacked by it just to meet me? But if that’s the case, then why play hard to get?”
“Because you scared me but that was before I realized you were exactly what I needed. I love you, Vex.”
“Pookie!” she squealed as she plastered him with smooches. “I love you too, so much that I am totally going to forget about the fact that Reba and Zena have a ticket for me to go to Russia and rescue my sister.”
“And miss out on a chance at a honeymoon? Did I forget to mention I’m going too? What do you say we go pay a tiger a visit?”
“Aren’t you afraid I might start a war?”
“I’d be more surprised if you didn’t. Now enough talking, Vex. It’s time for our morning nookie.”
And while they couldn’t break the bed any further, the condo below them did complain about cracking plaster.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“As their heart rates slowed, their bodies cooled, and they came down from their high, Leo spooned her.
He collapsed to his side and drew her against him, fitting her against his body. Holding her.
It was wonderful.
Perfect.
Crack!
So of course the bed chose that moment to break on one side and tilt them toward the floor.
“Damn you, universe,” she shouted, shaking a fist.
And what did Leo do at this perfect example of a catastrophe?
He laughed while she rawred.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Have I told you yet how beautiful you look?” he murmured against her skin as he let his lips trail down the smooth column of her neck.
“I can tell,” she replied, her hand cupping his erection.
Her brazen nature delighted him. As did her squeeze of his cock.
“My English teacher always said to show, not tell.” he said as he walked her backward toward the bed. He lay her down upon it, still clothed.
“Shouldn’t I strip first?” she asked. Her hair spilled across the pillow in a golden puddle, and her lips, swollen from kisses, begged him for more.
He shook his head, “Oh no you don’t. From the moment I saw you, I’ve fantasized about lifting that skirt and spreading it around to frame you when I take you.”
“You had dirty thoughts during the ceremony?”
He couldn’t help a naughty grin, to which she replied with a throaty laugh, “Oh, Pookie. You are so utterly wicked. And sly. I love how you can seem so serious and yet harbor such naughty thoughts.”
“If you think that’s awesome, then wait until I act them out.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Reaching the door to their room, he almost laughed at the sign haphazardly hung saying ‘Do Not Disturb’ and scrawled underneath in red lipstick, ‘Or Die’.
He couldn’t agree more.
The time had come for him to claim the woman who consumed him and beware the idiot who got in his way.

-Leo's thoughts”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“The priest, as was customary, had to say, “If there is anyone here with a reason why these two beings should not become one in the eyes of the pride, then speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Leo shot a glare at Dmitri, who sat at the back, but it wasn’t he who stood. With a clearing of his throat, Peter shot to his feet.
He only managed to utter an “I—” before Meena’s mom literally tackled him.
She hit him around the knees and sent him tumbling to the grass. Even if she whispered it, in the stunned silence everyone heard her, “Zip it! My lovely daughter is having a white wedding. In a proper dress! Don’t you dare ruin this for me.”
And then Meena’s mom plastered her husband lips with a kiss while waving at them in a get-this-done-and-quick gesture.
A pair of I do’s, and then it was time to kiss his bride.
His wife.
Mine.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Even Peter couldn’t dim his happiness. As he transferred Meena’s hand to Leo, Peter bent his head and in a not-so-quiet whisper said, “Son, if you hurt her, I will eviscerate you. Slowly. Welcome to the family.”
Such a heart-warming message.
Then again, it went well with the one his new mother-in-law gave him once the ceremony was over and Meena was off giggling with the lionesses and telling them all to call her Mrs.
“Leo, darling, you seem like a nice boy, so I’m sure it goes without saying that if you hurt my daughter I will have you disappear, without a trace.” For some reason he asked, “How?”
And Meena’s prim and proper mother gave him a smile, a smile to make any big man tremble as she said, “Have you heard about my prize-winning red roses?”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Are you telling me you want this? That you want to get married?” She arched a brow, and he couldn’t hold her gaze. For the first time in his life, Leo found himself truly nervous. Here was a situation he couldn’t hit, wrestle, or order into compliance.
Baring feelings was all well and good, but talking about them sucked. But there came a time in a man’s life where he had to suck it up and gush, especially when he was a blind idiot for a while.
“Would I be going through all this trouble if I didn’t want to get married? Listen, Vex, I know we got off to a rocky start. In my defense, you’re a little much for any man to handle. Not that I mind,” he hastened to add when her second brow shot up. “I like who you are, and I’m a big enough man to admit I might have reacted poorly when you declared I was your mate and that I couldn’t escape.”
“I said what?” Again, she gaped in open surprise. Then laughed. Pretty damned hard as a matter of fact.
He frowned. “Don’t you dare deny it, Vex. You had me all but in front a preacher within five minutes of us meeting. And it scared me. But you were right about us belonging together, even if it took me longer to realize it. You are the one for me, Meena. The chaos to balance my serenity. The colored rainbow to enrich the grayness of my current life. I want you, Vex. Catastrophes and all. I just hope, even after what I’ve done, and the fact I might sometimes have a stick up my ass, at least according to Luna, that you’ll forgive me and still want me too.” He ended his gush of words and stared at Meena hopefully, and a little fearfully, given she once again stared at him slack-jawed.
Would she say something? She did, just not from her lips.
No, Meena’s voice came from behind him. “Oh, Pookie, that has got to be the most beautiful thing I ever heard.” Either Meena had some mad ventriloquist skills or…
Leo froze as he stared at the woman in front of him, a woman that he realized the more he stared was Meena and yet not. This one wore her hair in soft curls around her shoulders, a tiny scar marred the tip of her chin, and her scent… was all wrong.
However, the body that jumped on his back and the lips that noisily kissed the flesh of his neck? That was his Vex.
What the hell? “Who are you?” he asked. The Meena clone grinned and waved. “Teena, of course.”
“My twin,” Meena added against his ear.
“Identical twin?”
“Well, duh. And it’s a good thing too, or I’d be a little miffed right now that you just said all those beautiful things to her.”
“I thought it was you.”
“Apparently. It happens a lot, which I totally don’t get. She looks nothing like me.”
“I feel like such an idiot.” He tried to crane his head to see the Meena clinging to his back, but she slapped her hands over his eyes. “No, you can’t look. It’s bad luck.”
“But…”
“No buts. Although I will say yours looks awfully delicious in those pants. But it will look even better when it’s naked and wearing my teeth marks.”
“Vex!”
“I know. I know. Don’t start something we can’t finish. Consider yourself warned, however. As soon as that priest says I do, your ass is mine. All mine.” Such a low, husky promise. “Come on, Teena, you are just in time to help me get into my gown. Can you believe my Pookie arranged all this?” The pride in her voice made him smile, but he did have to shake his head at the whole twin sister thing. With one last kiss on his neck, Meena whispered, “See you in a little bit, Pookie.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Meena awoke to someone sitting on her chest.
Given it crushed and impeded her ability to not only breathe but sleep, she finally understood why it irritated her brother when she did it.
Especially when the sitter chose to whip the pillow out from under head and smack her with it.
Prying open an eyelid, she glared at Zena. “Why do you want to die?”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“I am not going to help you start a dynasty of giant babies.”
“I never said you had to be willing.”
“And you wonder why you have a hard time getting a woman.” She rolled her eyes.
“You know, it is precisely that attitude that has made me revise my plan to abscond with you and make you my bride.”
“About time. But if you’re not here to kidnap me, what the heck are you doing here then? And why isn’t anyone tossing you out on your striped ear?”
“I was invited.”
“Who was stupid enough to do that?” she asked.
“I was.”
Spinning on her heel, she finally found Leo, holding two bottles of sweating beer, one brown and skunky, the other pale with a wedge of lime shoved inside the glass. She grabbed the dark one and chugged it before he could saddle her with the girly one.
Once she’d satisfied her thirst— without belching because she was, after all, a lady— she asked, “Why did you invite the king of misogyny?”
“So I could show him this.” This comprised of Leo spinning Meena in his arms and plastering her mouth with his. A surprise smooch.
A welcome lashing of tongues.
An unimpressed audience.
A gagging noise ruined the mood. “Is that necessary? I’ve already withdrawn my suit for the lady.”
“Just making sure you get the point,” Leo remarked when he came up for air.
“And to think I’d heard you were the sporting one,” Dmitri said in a dry tone of voice.
Leo fixed Dmitri with a stare, a cold and menacing one. So hot. “I might be sporting, but I play to win. I also don’t share. Meena is mine.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“she and white just did not get along. If she was going to drop some salsa, then it was landing on her boob, each and every time.

-Meena's thoughts”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“His liger roused with a warning growl. Watch yourself.
Despite all his warning instincts urging him to turn and face the approaching threat, he didn’t budge when a very large man came to stand beside him. “You Leo?”
“Yup.”
“You’re the one my daughter’s got her mind set on?”
“Yup.”
The other man grunted. For a moment, they both stared in silence. “Just so you know, that’s my baby girl.”
“I know.”
“She’s fucking delicate,” Meena’s father rumbled as his daughter stomped her foot on the ground to a song, got her heel stuck, yanked, broke the heel, teetered, and fell, knocking a tray of drinks from a passing waiter’s hands.
“I will keep her from harm.”
Even if that harm was sometimes from herself.
“If you ever make her cry, I will hunt you down and skin you myself. I can fetch a fine price for liger’s fur on the black market.”
The threat didn’t even make him blink. “While I cannot condone the murder and sale of a pride member, I can appreciate your sentiment, sir. But no fears. It is not my intention to make her cry.”
Scream, yes, but that would be in pleasure and wasn’t something he felt a need to divulge.
“You’ve been warned.” With those final words, the man melted back into the crowd and left Leo to his vigil.
For a while longer, he watched Meena, amused at how disaster loved to lurk around her. But despite her mishaps, nothing could ruin the smile on her lips.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“The catcalls and screams didn’t surprise Leo, nor did discovering Meena at the heart of chaos.
There was his delicate flower, on the ground wrestling Loni, a lioness who’d come to town for the wedding. The same Loni who’d made numerous passes at him over the years, but whose high maintenance attitude made him steer clear.
He wondered what had triggered the hair pulling and wrestling.
He also really wished, once again, that Meena had worn panties. The occasional flash of her girly bits dragged the possessive side of him out— which really wanted to snarl, “Mine. Don’t look.” It also woke the hungry lover that wanted to toss her over a shoulder and take her somewhere private for ravishing. At least those closest to the fight and witness to her bare bottom were all women. The bad? They were all women. His usual method of smacking a few heads together to save time wouldn’t work in this situation. Boys shouldn’t hit girls.
So how to stop the catfight? He stuck fingers in his mouth and blew, the whistle strident and cutting through the noise. In the sudden quiet, he said, “Vex, what the hell are you doing?”
Meena, fist held back, poised for a serious blow, froze. She swiveled her head and smiled sweetly. No sign of repentance at being caught misbehaving. “Just give me a second, Pookie. I am almost done here.”
He arched a brow. “Vex.” He used his warning tone. “Maybe you should let Loni go and forget about hitting her.”
“Probably. But the thing is, I really want to smash her face in.”
Sensing an out, Loni turned her head and whined, “Get this crazy bitch off me. I didn’t do a damned thing. She started it. She always starts shit. She should have never been unbanned. She’s trouble. Always has been.”
Reba and Zena opened their mouths, ready to leap to Meena’s defense, but Leo raised a hand. They held their tongues— not an easy feat for cats— but their eyes spoke quite eloquently.
Leo focused his attention on Meena. “Vex, is this true? Did you jump her?”
Her shoulders slumped. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Does it matter?” she asked.
“It does to me. Why do you want to rearrange her nose?”
“She said we didn’t belong together and that maybe she should show you why she’s a better choice.” Meena couldn’t help but growl as she recounted the reason for her ire aloud.
“Punch her.”
To say a few mouths O’d in surprise would be an understatement. No one was more surprised than Meena at his order. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, seriously. Given any idiot with eyes could see we were together, then that makes what she said mean and uncalled for. If you’re going to talk the talk, then you have to be prepared to pay the price. Since I can’t very well smack Loni for causing trouble, as pride omega”— and, yes, he thrust out his chest and put on his most serious mien—“ I am giving you permission to do so.”
Permission granted, and yet Meena didn’t hit Loni.
On the contrary, she stood, smoothed down her skirt, and tossed her head, sending her ponytail flying. “No need to rearrange her face. You just admitted in front of an audience we are together. That calls for a round of shots. Whee!” Meena did a fist pump and yelled, “In your face, bitch!”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“First, he snared Meena’s hand and strutted with her to the lineup of long tables covered with platters of food. They’d arrived early enough to get some choice pickings. Times two. The folks handling the barbecue made sure to pile his plate with a few burgers, the patties thick and juicy.
Leo found a seat, a pair of chairs actually, but having a spare one available didn’t stop him from yanking Meena onto his lap, the ominous groan of the chair be damned.
It seemed he wasn’t the only one to hear the threat of the unhappy seat. “Pookie, we’re going to end up on the ground. We’re too big to both sit in this chair. I’ll just sit in the one beside it.”
“Fuck the chair. You’re staying on my lap.”
“But why?”
“Because I like it.”
He loved it when he managed to surprise her. The shape of her mouth so evocative. Before she could ask another stupid question, he stuffed a roasted potato bite in her mouth.
She nipped his finger in the process then smiled. “Yummy. Again.”
He gave her a crisp cherry tomato. The purse of her lips before she sucked it in mesmerized.
There was no more question after that of not sharing the seat.
They fed each other, and if the occasional passerby who chuckled or snickered happened to trip over his size-fifteen feet, not his fault. A man needed to sometimes stretch his long legs.

-Meena & Leo”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“She pounced.
He remained standing, having caught her enthusiastic bounce.
He was also more than ready and willing for the hot smooch she planted on him. Lip-gloss be damned.
She smeared it all over his mouth as she tasted the wonderful virility that was all Leo. She could have kissed him all night. Screw the barbecue and festivities. She had everything she needed right here. With him.
Alas, he apparently didn’t want to miss the party because he pulled back. “We should get moving. We’re expected.”
“Being late is fashionable.”
“Being late also means we only get dinner scraps.”
“Good point. We should hustle.” She didn’t protest when he placed her back on the floor.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He stared at her bare toes.
“What about my toes?”
“Aren’t they missing something?”
“Did you change your mind about having me dig them into your back as you give me oral?”
One tic under the eye? Check.
She was getting to him.
“I meant they’re missing those.” He stared pointedly at some heels by the door.
She sighed. Loudly. “You mean I have to wear shoes too?”
“This is a semi-formal function.”
“You are way too serious, Pookie."
“I resent being called too serious. I’m just as carefree as the next guy.”
She snorted as she slipped on her heels. “Prove it.”
“I didn’t wear a tie.”
“Bah. I’m not wearing any underwear,” she announced as she sashayed past him into the hall.
It wasn’t the smack on her ass that had her stumbling but rather his claim of, “Neither am I.”

-Leo & Meena”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“She reeled back, not only because she’d smacked into Leo’s chest.
She mentally reeled.
He came back.
That more than anything shook her off balance, and she went over— someone yell timber.
She didn’t fall alone.
Her flailing hand caught Leo’s shirt, her foot somehow tangled around his ankle— totally accidental, really— and together they hit the floor.
Although, somehow, she ended on top of him. The man had rolled his body at the last moment so he took the brunt of the fall.
What have I done? How badly had she squashed him? Please don’t let him cry.
She hated it when they cried.
“You okay, Vex?”
He lived!
She raised her head and beamed his way. “You’re not screaming.”
He arched a brow. “Why would I be?”
“We hit the floor kind of hard.”
“Hard is right,” he grumbled. “But not in the way you think.”
Surely he didn’t imply… She squirmed into a better position to check— we have confirmation of an impressive erection.
He sucked in a breath. Dammit, had he lied about her injuring him? “Are you hurt, Pookie?”
“I am hurting bad, Vex. Want to kiss it better?” His wink had her lips twitching.
“I am beginning to think I misjudged you.”
“Misjudged me how?” Rolling her to the side, Leo got to his feet and then hauled her up.
“You are much more wicked than I gave you credit for.” She grinned. “That is so freaking awesome.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Looks like we’re tied,” he said, not at all angry she’d tricked him.
Dear God, was that a dimple in his cheek, a small one, but combined with the twinkle in his blue eyes, her heart almost stopped.
“Does that make us both winners?” she asked.
They could exchange a prize. A sixty-nine went two ways.
“Tiebreaker. Betcha I can make a bigger splash than you with a cannonball.”
She snorted. “Pookie, you are delusional if you think those tight glutes of yours can spray more water than this ass of mine.”
And so they spent the rest of the afternoon playing.
Best damned time she’d had in years. Even better, her accidents didn’t bother Leo one bit.
When she tossed a pile of mud at him, hitting him in the chest, he didn’t freak out because the slime she tossed had a leech in it. Nor did he scream as if a brain-eating zombie was after him when she wrestled the bloodsucking critter off his skin. Although she did feel a little sheepish when he reminded her they had salt in the picnic basket. Leo could also handle her rambunctious side. A good thing, or she might have really hurt him.
When she saw his bare back as she climbed the rocks for a dive, she jumped on it, only realizing as she soared through the air that she might cause some serious damage.
He barely stumbled as she hit him, and she kissed him when he said rather dryly, “Next time can you at least yell Geronimo?”
Next time? Hell yeah.

-Leo & Meena”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Lips sliding over his, she whispered, “Tell me what you want, Pookie, because I know what I need. I’d like to feel your hands stroking my body. Those rough fingertips, the sign of a man unafraid to work and get dirty, tracing my skin. I want your body pressing against mine, naked, pinning me, making me vulnerable to you. I need”— she sucked at his lower lip—“ for you to sink your cock into me. To stroke me, deep and hard. I want it hard. From a real man, one who can handle me. And fuck me. And give me what I crave.” She stopped, staring him in the eyes, loving the intentness of his gaze. “I. Want. You.” She tilted her head and struck, teeth nipping the strong column of his neck that hovered above the water.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Boring? No. It’s a relief not to constantly have to keep an eye on them and clean up their messes. It leaves more time to relax and read a good book.”
She made a gagging noise. “Even you sounded bored telling me that. No wonder fate had us meet. You need me, Pookie. Need me to keep you on your toes and give you purpose.”
“A man would have to be nuts to want chaos on a daily basis.”
Turning her head, she grinned at him. “Congratulations on joining the ranks of insanity.”

-Leo & Meena”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Are those chocolate orgasms?” she asked.
It shouldn’t make a grown man shudder to hear a woman say the word orgasm. Yeah, it didn’t stop a tremor from rocking him, especially since no longer submerged by water the musk of her arousal scented the air.
“Good girls can have all the orgasms they want.” He growled it.
“Good girl?” She uttered an extremely wicked chuckle. “Oh, Pookie, but I’m best when I’m bad.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Surfacing, in her human shape again, she drew in a lungful of air before perusing the shore.
The empty shore.
Frowning, she cast her gaze around as she treaded water, seeking a sign of Leo. But it seemed she’d lost him. Odd. Where did—
A hand grabbed her ankle and yanked her down. Mid squeal she went under, clamping her lips tight lest she swallow water.
The hand holding her loosened but only so it could take a new position on her waist.
Despite the murky water, she saw Leo, his hair waving with the current they created, his lips quirked in a grin. With his arm anchored around her waist, he scissored his legs, propelling them to the surface.
Their heads broke the skin of the water, and she took in a breath then used it to laugh. “Pookie, I can’t believe you swamp-monstered me.”
“I can’t believe you screamed like a girl,” he teased.
“Maybe I’m more delicate than I look,” she sassed.
In the past, those kinds of statements had met with snickering or outright laughter.
With Leo, however, his expression smoldered, and he was utterly serious when he said, “I think you look delectable. And you were positively dainty in that dress last night.”
Damn jaw took that moment to unhinge, at least that was the excuse she was using for her prolonged gape.
“Dainty? You do know the definition right?”
“Isn’t it something along the lines of small and pretty?”
“Yes.”
“Then I used the correct term.”
Yeah, that earned him a big ol’ smooch.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“While they didn’t talk much, the atmosphere wasn’t strained. Tense a bit, alive with the electrical attraction humming between them, but it was a good tense.
Leo put some music on the radio, and when Foreigner came on, she couldn’t resist singing, and to her delight, Leo joined her, his deep baritone wrapping her in a sensual velvet glove.
At the end of the song, she laughed. “I can’t believe it. You sing.”
“No I don’t.”
“You do too! I heard you.”
Again, he shot the most deadly smile her way. “But I will deny it if ever asked. Think of it as my deep dark secret. I like to do karaoke, usually in the shower where no one can hear.”
“Why hide when you have a great voice?”
“I also have a membership in the no-pussy club. If I don’t want my status as a badass revoked, then singing is out. As is ballroom dancing, buying feminine products, and wearing pastels.”
“Sounds chauvinistic.”
“Totally, which is what makes it fun.”
“Fun how?”
“Because it drives the lionesses nuts.”
“I thought you were all about keeping the peace.”
A massive shoulder rolled as he shrugged. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like to have a little fun.”
The wink he tossed her had her giggling again.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Morning, Vex. Forget something?”
She almost asked him what until she saw the way his gaze smoldered and caressed her almost naked body.
Oops. Had she jumped out of bed in only her panties?
Nudity wasn’t something that Meena usually noted or cared about.
Mother, on the other hand, was always yelling at her to put clothes on.
She and Leo had a lot in common.
“You should get dressed.”
“Why? I’m perfectly comfortable.” So comfortable she brought her shoulders back and made sure to give her boobs a little jiggle.
He noticed. He stared. Oh my.
Was it getting hot in here?
Funny how the heat in her body, though, didn’t stop her nipples from hardening as if struck by a cold breeze. Except, in this case, it was more of an ardent perusal.
Did Leo imagine his mouth latched onto a sensitive peak just like she was?
“While I am sure you are comfortable, if we’re to go out, then in order to avoid a possible arrest for indecent exposure, you might want to cover your assets.”
“We’re going out? Together?”
He nodded. “Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
She clapped her hands and squealed, “Yay,” only to frown a second later.
Leo was acting awfully strange.
“Wait a second, this isn’t one of those things where you blindfold me and tell me you’ve got a great surprise, only to dump me on a twelve-hour train to Kansas, is it? Or a plane to Newfoundland, Canada?”
His lips twitched. “No. I promise we have a destination, and I am going with you.”
“And will I be back here tonight?”
“Perhaps. Unless you choose to sleep elsewhere.” Those enigmatic words weren’t his last. “Be downstairs and ready in twenty minutes, Vex. I really want you to come.”
Did he purr that last word? Was that even possible?
Could he tease her any harder? Please.
“How should I dress? Fancy, casual, slutty, or prim and proper?”
She eyed him in his khaki shorts and collared short-sleeved shirt. Casual with a hint of elegance. He looked ready for a day at a gentleman’s golf club. And she wanted to be his corrupting caddy, who ruined his shot and dragged him in the woods to show him her version of a tee off.
“Your clothes won’t matter. You won’t wear them for long.”
Good thing she was close to a wall. Her knees weakened to the point that she almost buckled to the floor.
Leaning against it, she wondered if he purposely teased her.
Did her serious Pookie even realize how his words could be taken?
He approached her until he stood right in front of her. Close enough she could have reached out and hugged him. She didn’t, but only because he drew her close.
His essence surrounded her. His hands splayed over the flesh of her lower back, branding her. She leaned into him, totally relying on him to hold her up on wobbly legs.
“What about breakfast?” she asked.
“I’ve got pastries and coffee in my truck. Lots of yummy treats with lickable icing.”
Staring at his mouth, she knew of only one treat she wanted to lick.
Alas, she didn’t get a chance.
With a slap on her ass, he walked off toward the condo door.
Leo. Slapped. My. Ass.
She gaped at his retreating broad back.
“Don’t make me wait. I’d hate to start without you.”
With a wink— yes, a real freaking wink— Leo shut the door behind him.
He was waiting for her.
Why the hell was she standing there?
She sprinted for the shower.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“Wakey wakey, Vex. Aren’t you going to answer? It’s your mother, and this is the fourth time she’s called. Would you like me to tell her you’re indisposed?” Hold on a second. It didn’t take long for her bleary mind to grasp Leo was here. In her room. About to talk to her mother at— she squinted at her clock— seven in the morning.
Eep.
Her eyes shot open, but before she could flail an arm in his direction and demand the phone, he answered. “Meena’s phone. Can I help you?”
She moaned, her super hearing meaning she heard her mother’s very polite, “Excuse me, but who are you, and why are you answering my daughter’s phone?”
If this were Meena, she’d say something like “I’m a serial killer, and sorry, but your daughter is all tied up right now. Muahahaha.” Of course, the last time she did that, the SWAT team wasn’t impressed, and she wasn’t allowed to hang out with Mary Sue anymore.
Trust her Pookie to stick to the truth. “I’m Leo.”
“Hello, Leo. How are you today?” Her mother ever Miss Manners.
“I am just purrrr-fect. Yourself?”
“Um. Er. Would you mind passing the phone to Meena, please?”
“I would, but she’s kind of… indisposed.” Did he just smirk at her as he said it?
She frowned.
He grinned. It was a sexy grin, a mischievous grin, but that still didn’t prepare her for him saying, “How about I get her to call you back once we’ve located her clothes? With my help, I’m sure I can get her dressed in no time. Or not.” How low and husky he said it, his eyes boring into hers, wicked promise within them.
Of course, that wicked promise would have to wait, given what he’d just said to her mother!
“Are you insane?” she mouthed.
“If I’m insane, then it’s totally your fault,” he replied, aloud.
Uh-oh.
“Peter! I need you now!” Her mother forgot her manners and yelled for Meena’s dad.
Not good. So not good. Poor Leo. And she liked him so much.
Even if it was only going to be a verbal barrage, she still yanked the covers over her head so she wouldn’t have to witness the carnage as her daddy came on the line.
Unfortunately, she could still hear it. “Who the fuck is this, and what are you doing with my daughter?” Daddy didn’t bother with niceties.
“Hello, sir, I’m Leo, the omega for the pride harboring your daughter while her spot of trouble blows over. As to what I’m doing with your daughter, I am trying to keep her out of trouble, but not succeeding very well so far. She has a knack it seems for causing disasters.”
Familiar laughter boomed. “That’s my baby girl.” At least her father didn’t see the havoc that followed her as a problem. Mother wailed she’d never get married if she didn’t start to act like a proper lady.
“As to my presence with your daughter, just keeping an eye on her. We’ve run into a issue with an old beau following her here.”
“That Russian prick showed up?”
“Indeed. And events have escalated where I fear there is only one thing to do. It’s drastic, but inevitable. ”
The click of the door cut off the rest of that conversation.
What the hell?
She poked her head out, only to note her bedroom was empty.
While Meena hid under the covers, Leo had wandered away.
Still talking to my father.
That couldn’t bode well.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps

“He’s a criminal.”
Arik shrugged. “Perhaps, but that’s in Russia. Here he’s a business man, one who got attacked by the omega of my pride.”
“What do I need to do to fix things?”
Apologize? He was a big enough man to do that. Pay him off? He had funds stashed for a rainy day.
“We could give him Meena,” Arik mused aloud.
Who growled? Surely not him.
“Oh shit. The rumors are true. She’s his bloody mate.” Hayder no longer sounded so amused. “No. Say it isn’t so. If you claim her, then that means”— he swallowed hard— “she’ll stay here. Like forever. Noooooo!”
Hayder wasn’t the only one having a melodramatic moment. Arik eyeballed him, a pained expression on his face. “Please, please, please tell me you’re not actually going to mate with her. I don’t know if we could survive having Meena here full time.”
“Dude, she’s a walking disaster,” Hayder commented.
“A magnet for trouble,” Arik added while Hayder nodded.
“A hurricane on two legs.”
“A destructive force greater than Mother Nature.”
Leo held up a hand. “Um, guys, you might want to stop before I crack your skulls together. You aren’t telling me anything I don’t know, but…” He sighed. “I’m afraid, and I mean really afraid, she might be right. I think she’s my mate.”
― Eve Langlais, When an Omega Snaps