Page 51 of Knot Their Omega

“God,” I groan and push him away. “Get away from me.”

He’s laughing now, and what a brilliant sound. So joyous and carefree when I’m positive he’s nothing like that outside these walls.

This tour bus, at that.

“I still don’t know whose bed this is,” I voice out. “And here we are, fucking like we own the bus.”

“Technically speaking, I do own it,” Icarus notes. When I gawk in reply, he elaborates. “My pack owns it. We each invested in it to help our leader out. So technically, this is ‘our’ bed.”

“On paper,” I note. “But I bet you this leader is going to throw a hissy fit when he comes and realizes it smells like nasty Omega.”

“Your scent isn’t nasty at all,” Icarus notes in a matter-of-fact tone. “It’s sweet. Brown sugar with almonds and vanilla.”

“Th-That’s what I smell like to you?” I can’t help but stutter as I take a slow inhale of his sweet scent. “Now that I think about it, yours is similar. Minus the vanilla. Whenever I smell you, I immediately think of chocolate-covered strawberries.”

The thought makes my stomach growl far too loudly. It’s enough to have my face red in seconds while we both lower our gazes to my stomach.

“Guess too much sex works up an appetite,” he suggests. “I’ll order something.” I’m surprised he doesn’t pick on me for it. “Pizza, Chinese, or Italian?”

“At like three in the morning?” I gasp in horror. Truthfully, I have no clue what time it is. “Is anything even open?”

“It is for me,” he affirms. “And time isn’t a problem. I’m always working, so when I’m hungry, I eat what I’m craving.” Lifting his eyes to my face, he gives me his best cocky smirk.

“So what does my little Omega want to eat?”

Fuck…

“D-Don’t ask it like that.” I blush even harder while my body is going haywire with how fucking hot he sounds.

I’m HUNGRY, not HORNY!

If only my body could get with the program.

I swear he knows what he’s doing. He laughs at my embarrassment, but his phone begins to ring, drawing his attention to the screen.

From the dip in his smile, I wonder whether the caller is super important or utterly random. He looks my way, as if he suddenly needs my permission to answer it.

“Answer it,” I encourage him. “We’ll order food afterward.”

That gives him the push to answer the call.

“Icarus speaking.”

Whoever is on the other line must not like wasting time because he’s jumping to the topic of discussion, leaving Icarus no choice but to listen for a good two minutes straight.

His eyes briefly land on me before he looks conflicted.

What is the person on the other end offering him?

“When does this go into effect?” he asks, only to further frown. “Alec, there’s no fucking way we’re going to be able to do that. The movement was initiated today. How the fuck do you expect me to pull strings like that out of my ass.”

There’s more bickering on the other end. I can tell whatever this Alec man is presenting to Icarus is both unavoidable and impactful enough to leave him visibly frustrated.

“Alec. What you’re asking is literally impossible. I can’t just stroll outside, find a random Omega, and bond with her for the sake of Nate’s tour.” When his eyes land on me, I can tell thegears in his mind are moving, but his scowl is only growing from whatever Alec’s response is. “So, you’re threatening me.”

What’s going on?

“That’s exactly how it sounds because you’re not giving me a second option,” Icarus huffs. “You called me out of the four of us because you fucking knew I’m the only one with enough emotional control to not lose their shit on you. If this was Kai, you wouldn’t be breathing by dawn. Kenji would come beat the shit out of you with his drumsticks, and Nate? Let’s not even go there.”

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