Page 56 of Caught in His Sights

CALEB

The engine of my car purrs to a stop as I pull into the garage.

Satisfaction fills me, but I can’t go inside to wrap myself around Oliver until I report in.

Phone in hand, I dial Liam’s number as I step out of the vehicle onto the cold concrete floor, and the close of the door echoes in the hard space.

The call connects, and Liam skips right past niceties. “Is it done?”

“Yes.” Damien and I had loaded Wells’s body into the furnace at the funeral home before I headed out.

It took a few days to convince Wells to tell us everything, but eventually, he gave it all up. They always do after a little convincing. The man was an even bigger scumbag than we first thought, and I won’t lose any sleep over how long we took killing him. I’m glad Oliver chose not to witness the execution, though.

My little spitfire may have felt no regret when shooting and stabbing Wells in the heat of his attack, but cold-blooded murder is an entirely different beast and not something I want on his conscience.

“Good,” Liam grunts. “I’m setting up surveillance on all those dirty cops Wells ratted out. We’ll get the blackmail we need to bring them over to our side.”

It sickened me how many partners Wells confessed to having, but it didn’t surprise me. With the number of Omegas Oliver revealed had disappeared in the last year, the trafficking ring is far larger than we ever expected. I run a hand through my hair, and my fingers snag on a tangle left from being flattened under a skullcap.

“Any luck with Sebastian getting his hands on a ticket to the auction?” Wells had given us the lead on where Tony and Bugrov might resurface, and now our tech genius cousin is trying to secure our entry.

“Still working on it,” Liam says, sounding annoyed. “He better not screw this one up like he did with Oliver’s laptop.”

I grit my teeth at the reminder. Sebastian had been one day late in discovering that Wells was the source of Oliver’s anonymous death threats, and the delay almost got Oliver killed. But now Wells is dead, and we’re closer to dismantling the trafficking ring.

“Aaiden is keeping Sebastian focused this time,” Liam assures me. “I’ll update you as soon as I know more.”

“All right.” I end the call and pocket the phone.

As I walk into the house, I draw in a deep breath. The scent of industrial cleaner is finally fading, leaving behind only the mingling of Oliver’s sweet pheromones with mine.

I find Oliver in the office, head bent over his laptop as he works. His sleek, black hair frames his face, and the soft glow of his olive-hued skin steals my breath. He may think of himself as plain, but his delicate features and the fierce fire burning within him had been seared into my memory since our first, brief encounter five years ago.

When Nolan sent me to take care of the pesky gossip columnist, and I realized he was the same Omega, I had barely been able to contain my excitement.

But when he stood in front of me again, that fire had been nearly snuffed out, and it had twisted in my gut like a knife. He still smelled as sweet, though, and it’s been my pleasure to rekindle his spark.

Oliver glances up, his hazel eyes bright with whatever story he’s chasing. “Is it done?”

I nod, and the tension that has lingered with him since the attack dissipates. Finally, he can move past his brother’s death and start living.

His smile returns, full of life and vigor, stealing my breath away. “Thank you.”

As I step closer to the desk, my soul sings. Even in my own house, I’m not truly home until I’m by my Omega’s side.

His gaze on me, Oliver tips his head back, baring that smooth expanse of skin just begging to be marked. I lean down and press my nose against his neck, inhaling deeply. The sweet scent of him floods my senses, and the grip on my control threatens to slip, but I hold on for now.

“Can’t get enough of you.” I trace my lips up Oliver’s throat and tease him with a light kiss that sends a shiver through his body, leaving him whining in frustration when I pull back.

“Please, Caleb…” he breathes out, but I only smile.

Anticipation always makes him burn brighter.

Ignoring him, I look at his laptop screen and raise an eyebrow when I see the video I took of him masturbating with that pink dildo.

I moved it off my phone to a secured cloud storage, but my sneaky Omega somehow found it. “Are you going to destroy it?”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Oliver smirks. “You should’ve tried harder to hide it if you didn’t want to lose it.”

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