Page 66 of Fallen Omega

“Got someone in mind with that rejection?”

“And it’s hard,” she says, ignoring me, gaze shifting as she plucks at the material on her thighs that’s like a second skin, “when I haven’t met them.”

I nod, glancing at Sierra and motioning to the stage. The music starts and a girl does a routine like the one Sierra did. I keep my gaze on the lithe, big titted girl.

The girl’s probably Lizette’s age, but she’s decades older in experience. And it shows in her boredom, her hardened, jaded expression.

The girl is good.

She won’t work out.

I need a mix of experience and sex and seduction wrapped in pliant, and one who’s innocent looking.

What I need is Lizette.

Fuck. No. What am I thinking?

I need someonelikeLizette.

No way would I put a fucking omega on the stage.

Not unless she had scent blockers as well as O-blockers, and she only danced when she wasn’t in heat.

I know omegas do this kind of job that way. They’re only in heat a few times a year, so they know how to time it all. But I prefer to keep omegas out of our mix.

It’s too much like flirting with fate and the Council.

“You’ve met me,” I say.

She makes a small sound. “Yes. And you despise me, find me repulsive.”

“Do I?” I actually look away from the stage and catch the naked misery I don’t think Lizette knows she’s wearing.

The girl shifts and my being’s flooded with gardenias, that intoxicating and sumptuous scent that makes my cock start to harden. Fuck.

Repulsive? I had to keep away, be like that, otherwise her virtue would be in shreds and the pack would be in trouble.

If I or any of us rutted her while in heat, while she riled us up into the kind of lust I don’t think I’ve ever felt, then…

I don’t finish that thought.

She glances at the stage, pressing her lips together. And I hold up a hand. Sierra scurries over to lead the girl off, and then the next one begins. Lizette looks back at me.

“Guess I can see why. You’re surrounded by sex and beauty. No one needs me in the mix.” She stops. Swallows. “I don’t want to be in the mix. I just meant?—”

“I know what you meant, and I’m getting fucking bored. What do you want, Lizette?”

“To leave.”

“I’m not finished with you.”

She turns a little pale. “You know I need to be at the Council building very soon, so you’ll have to let me go.”

I offer her a small, hard smile. “You think you’re that important, they'll come looking for you?”

“Well, they tracked me down, so yes, maybe they will. Do you want to take that chance?”

Nice move, right there. I’ll give her that.

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