Page 81 of Curvy Dirty Omega

Those words he’d spoken to Melinda had settled into my blood and bones, their claws sinking deep into my brain to hold on tight and whisper sweet promises to me.

Liam Valor would never try to force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, and that ridiculously overpowered aura of his would ensure that no one else would either, not even his pack.

Or so he said.

Liam kept doing things that confused me, and I needed to find out what his real intentions were or I was going to lose it.

Was any of this real, or was it just biological? I couldn’t figure it out, not when he made me feel like this.

“It’s raining,” he murmured, sliding his gaze to capture mine and making me wince when he caught me staring at him. His slight smile reassured me though – promising he liked that I was looking.

Liam reached out for me again, and nothing in the world could force me to look away from him, not when my heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing was starting to get shallow.

Drops of rain made soft sounds on the glass, creating streams of water and making the lights fracture until the room felt cozy. The sound was soothing, but not enough to override the way he made me feel when he tucked a loose curl behind my ear.

Like my entire body was on fire.

“Do you like the scent of oranges, Lucy?”

It took a second for his question to register and the moment it did, I immediately drained every drop of water in my glass. He made me ridiculously thirsty in so many ways. “Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious.” Liam laced his fingers through mine and then propped his chin on his hand to watch me, making my entire body stiffen in shock and disbelief at how familiar he was being. “You mentioned it last night, so I was curious.”

I did?

I must have.

His hand felt cool against my flushed skin and the contrast was making it hard to think.

Clearing my throat, I set the glass down, using it as an excuse to look away from his overwhelming focus and attention. “I prefer citrus scents in general, but if I had to pick one, I’d say oranges are my favorite.”

It was kind of embarrassing to admit, considering what Liam’s pheromones smelled like, but I had to assume that’s why he’d asked me in the first place.

Liam Valor, a legacy alpha, wanted something from me…because I was an omega.

I kept my eyes on my empty glass, and tried not to freak out that Liam didn’t say anything to push me to answer. His expression was so endlessly patient as he waited, like he really did care about my happiness and safety. Nothing else.

Was it his alpha instincts or was it my omega pheromones affecting him? Maybe it was a little bit of both, because I’d never seen an alpha act like this around me – at least, not other than Frankie, and she had never been this intense.

There was actually an alpha in this world other than Frankie who thought there was something only I could do for him, because I was an omega.

My pounding heart suddenly stopped dead as something occurred to me.

What would he do when he found out how defective I really was? I’d never been able to help Frankie. How the hell was I supposed to help someone as strong as Liam?

“Is there a particular reason you like the smell of citrus?” Liam brought my hand up, forcing me to refocus on him, and I watched as he brushed those soft lips over my knuckles like we really were bonded, or at the very least, considering it.

All I could do was stare as he gave me such sweet affection, as if we’d known each other for years.

Like I was precious to him.

My palms were suddenly sweaty and I pulled my hand out of his as gently as I could, half surprised and half disappointed when he let me. “It reminds me of someone,” I admitted.

“Someone you like?”

“Someone I liked,” I corrected. “It’s been a very long time since I last saw him though.”

My body wanted something, desperately, but I had to learn how to ignore it. I couldn’t let my weakness show or they’d feast upon me just as he had warned me…I couldn’t think about that either or I’d never make it through dinner.

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