The omegaâs hands tangle in his hair as the boy straddles his lap and arches up against him, inviting Stylesâ hands to settle in the dip of his lower back. Their lips part for a moment, barely a breath, but when he leans in again, Styles is stopped short by the familiar sting of a steel dagger against his throat.
A low chuckle escapes him. This omega.
Styles opens his eyes and meets the narrowed, determined azure gaze. âI have the distinct feeling that this isnât some kink.â The omegaâs mouth twists with distaste and he affirms, âNo.â
âToo bad,â Styles sighs.
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Louis wants nothing more than to escape Tortuga and join a ship's crew. Too bad there's only one ship in the Caribbean with an omega sailor.
He has one chance to get on 'The Drunken Crow' and prove to Captain Styles that he belongs.
Naturally, the alpha is the most infuriating person Louis' ever met. Even worse, something about Styles makes Louis want to bare his neck and give into the instincts he's spent his whole life ignoring.
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pirate abo fic coming saturday, may eleventh














