Page 119 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Black currants and dark roses tinged with something sharp…

I wasn’t going to let her push me away anymore, not when she only did it to see if I would stay. Lucy wanted to test me, and I planned to show her just how fucking stubborn I could be. Even if she wanted to test me every single day for the rest of my life…

Who fucking cares? It was worth it when she melted in my arms like this, holding on to me like she’d never let go.

CHAPTER 42

Liam

I stared at the tray full of food I’d put together for Lucy and wondered what the fuck I’d been thinking.

Making sure she had something to eat when she woke up was the way one would care for an average omega, but Lucy wasn’t average by any stretch of the imagination.

I should have known she’d freak out when she woke up and I wasn’t there. Especially when she was still hung up on the way I’d left when we were kids. Her abandonment issues weren’t my fault exactly, but I couldn’t help but feel responsible.

And walking into the bedroom right as she asked Cas if he wanted to know why her father killed her mother…

Pretty fucking sure I’d never experienced panic quite like that before.

Lucy was a fucking genius. I’d always known that, but hearing it was always a shock even if I couldn’t say I hadn’t expected it. She may not have figured it out yet, but she was going to. I had to tell her before someone else did, or all the hard work Cas had just done would be for nothing.

I was impressed. He’d found a way to avoid lying to her without making her suspicious.

He kept saying he couldn’t read her, but it seemed like that was no longer true. Cas could read her just as well as I could, and there was a twinge of jealousy deep down that made me worry he might actually be better at it than I was.

They were so alike sometimes.

I’d been born an alpha, but I hadn’t felt hunger the same way Cassius and Lucy had. My pack was wealthy, and I’d been handed everything I’d ever wanted.

No, the first time I’d experienced true hunger was when I’d watched the little girl who was too busy reading to look at me. I’d realized right then and there that she’d never give me what I truly wanted, because it didn’t matter to her.

I was not important in the grand scheme of things.

What was important to Lucy was different than what other people considered important. She wanted novelty and discovery – all the answers to her burning curiosity. Back then, she’d never needed my attention or felt like I should need hers.

But over time, she’d started looking for me. I’d show up at the same time every day for that exact reason. The moment the sun started dipping toward the horizon, I would see her look up from what she was doing to see if I was walking toward her and every time I was…

She’d give me the smile that destroyed me every single time I saw it.

I set my hands on the mattress and leaned back to stare at the ceiling as the sounds of Cassius doing his best to remind Lucy how good it could be if she stayed filtered into the room.

One day during a sandbox excavation, Lucy had explained to me that she couldn’t remember faces well but she was very good at remembering voices and scents. So, being the lovesick brat I was, I’d tried about a thousand different soaps until one of them made her comment on how nice it was.

I've worn that soap every day since.

The company producing it had gone out of business about seven years ago and I’d panicked. I’ve never asked my mother for anything, but I would have begged on hands and knees to buy that company if she hadn’t agreed the first time. I was pretty sure she’d been too stunned that I had any interest in business at all, so she’d agreed without hesitation.

Now I was the proud owner of the company that produced the soap Lucy had liked so much. It was ironically close to the scent of my pheromones, and I vividly remembered how shocked I’d been when my eyes settled into the deep red of a legacy alpha.

How had she known? That was the only thing I’d been able to think about when the scent of my own pheromones had forced my entire class to their knees. All I could think was she must have known, and that meant one day she’d be my omega, because no one else would be that sensitive to my scent and its changes.

That was the same day I met Cassius. He’d slammed me against the wall hard enough I snapped out of the shock. He’d even managed to demand I tone down my pheromones without directly challenging me, but I was pretty sure I’d been too stunned that he was the only one still standing to care if he was ordering me around like I was a beta.

Cas was special, and the way he was handling Lucy proved it to me for the thousandth time.

Which was why I was in here instead of the bathroom, giving him time alone with her. They both needed it, and Cas deserved a reward for how well he was managing her.

Neither of them were what I would call calm, and I could smell fresh blood, but she was also making little sounds of pleasure I just knew she hated.

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