Page 102 of Captive Omega

And then I remember Blaine. If I’m having this strong of a reaction, he must be as well.

I turn around.

The staircase is empty. Blaine is gone.

“He went upstairs a couple minutes ago,” Vaughn explains, frowning. “Sometimes he seems better now that Resa is here, and sometimes…”

He seems worse.

Resa is ours scent match and he can’t bring himself to touch anyone or let anyone touch him. Then there are his scars. I haven’t seen his scars since his accident. No one has.

But he came to the party, I remind myself; he hadn’t done that before. That was a big step for him. A bigger one than I thought he would ever take.

Resa’s alluring scent winds around me again.

I make myself take a step back. It’s like walking through tar. No part of me wants to retreat from the woman in the armchair. “She’s going to fall. You need to take her up to bed.”

“And you?” Vaughn is watching me.

“Will be in the office. Maybe I can get some paperwork done.”

He arches a blond brow. “Really?”

No. The best I can hope for tonight is a cold shower will kill my erection and let me get at least an hour of sleep without being plagued with the sound of Resa moaning my name.

I’m not hopeful.

Vaughn gives me a long look, then shaking his head, he walks toward Resa, dropping in a crouch in front of her. “Hey, beautiful,” he murmurs.

She moans again. As if my pants weren’t tight enough.

I should walk away now. But I don’t move. I watch Vaughn gently brush the hair from her face. That’s what Resa needs right now. Not alphas. A beta like Vaughn who will make her laugh, be gentle with her, and won’t be fighting the overwhelming urge to knot her.

Her eyes flutter open. “Vaughn?”

“You fell asleep. Okay for me to carry you up to bed?”

She looks around, adorably confused.

The second she looks my way, I step out of view. Hiding. Never in a million years did I believe I would hide the way I just did. If she saw me now, she would know I want her and she would run.

“Where’s Garrison?”

If I detect a note of disappointment in her voice, it’s only in my head.

“Not sure,” Vaughn says vaguely. “You ready for me to pick you up? Promise I won’t drop you.”

I appreciate him checking in with her again, confirming it’s okay.

“I’m not sure I should let you,” is her quiet response.

“Because you don’t trust me?” Vaughn asks.

“No,” she breathes so quietly I almost miss it. “Because I do.”

Chapter 30

Resa

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