Page 92 of The Packaged Deal

“You lost the bitch.” I lick my lips and tilt my head back so I can look up at him.

“You promised me a good time,” he says with a hooded gaze.

My lips twitch upwards. “So, blood and losing, coming up.”

Sven barks a laugh and leans in, pressing his mouth on mine. “I can make do with another form of losing.”

“Does that mean you’re coming home?”

Sven laughs into my shoulder. “Persistent, tiny, little tyrant.”

“That’s Queen Dictator to you, sir.”

He huffs another laugh. “All right. I’ll come home, but you’re coming back to my house first. I need to get some things, and I’m not leaving you alone in this bar. You’ll have an army by midnight.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, you don’t.”

He grins at me, and I feel my heart lurch in my chest. Is this real? He holds his hand out and waits.

I place my hand in his and step into his space. “Take me home, Alpha.”

“My pleasure, Omega.”

We don’t make it out of the bar. I’m just washing my hands in the bathroom when the door opens, and Sven slides in, glancing around. I watch him in the mirror with raised eyebrows.

“Are you lost? Or did you grow some girl parts while I wasn’t checking you out?”

“I’m not lost,” Sven growls in a voice that sounds unhinged.

“You realise this is the little omega’s room, right?”

Sven growls at me and flicks the lock on the door. “Perhaps if you weren’t perfuming all over the place.”

“Don’t you shame me for what I can’t control, and having a healthy sexual appetite is perfectly natural. I’m not apologising for finding you hot.”

He growls. “What do you know about sex?”

I raise an eyebrow and smirk at his scowling face in the mirror. “Sven. My darling, darling Sven. The first thing I did when my mother turned her back was get rid of this atrocious baggage called purity. I like sex. I like sex with others, and I like it on my own. But I am not, and will never be again, a virginal little purity flower ready to be plucked.”

“You’re not a virgin?” Sven asks with a frown.

I frown back. “Does that upset you? Did you want me to be?”

“No. Fuck no. Just, thank god,” Sven growls and presses up against me. His hands slide up my sides and cup my breasts, molding them. I groan at the assault, on fire. “Now I can fuck you how I need.”

We’re fucking? Praise Fernando and his quick fingered texts! I’m getting laid!

“I thought you wanted a pure little omega to sit in your perfect little nest and-”

“Shut up. I want an omega who gives me sass, who I want to spank raw, who fucks me in the bathroom of my favourite pub.”

I groan. “Well, then. Whip it out, big boy, and let’s see what I’ve got to work with.” I’m still staring at him in the mirror, half terrified if I turn around this will be just another fantasy.

He snarls a laugh and leans over me.

“Well?” I say tartly, feeling my stomach flip.

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