Page 6 of Sidone

I snort, bend a leg at the knee, and rest my elbow on it. One look his way makes me wish I hadn’t brought him along. Or did he bring me? I can’t be sure. Destiny works in mysterious ways. All those years ago, I was the first Reghan to have crossed the space gate and walk the Earth. Destiny put me in the path of Mr. VP, and it will place me right back on it, but this time, I will be his roadblock. At the thought of beheading Mr. VP, I smile, surveying the body of a pretty human man wrapped in a towel that hangs low on his hips.

He walks behind the bar, effectively obstructing my view. His biceps flex as he opens the cupboards in the bar and small kitchen, then purses his pretty plush lips.

I stand and remove three knives from one boot, two from the other. I release the hard iron sticks holding up my hair, uncoil the thin whip I wear as a necklace, and release the leather bindings around my wrists, double-checking that I haven’t lost the tiny poison arrows I keep stashed there. Four. Should be five of those. Probably lost one as I jumped on the tree. I remember scraping my right wrist.

Under my armpit, I check for the gunshot wound. My armor took a hit, and I have a bruise to show for it. That’s fine. It’ll heal soon. Barefoot, I proceed to the kitchen, where the Omega leans on the counter, sipping a beer.

I check the fridge and find a tray with miniature servings of nuts and dried fruit and a thing I can’t identify.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

I nod and leave the kitchen, then find a menu and fling it at the Omega. He scrambles, nearly dropping his beer, but catches the menu against his chest.

“Nice catch,” I compliment him. “You have excellent reflexes.” I smile and sit back by the window. “I’ll have everything you can find on the menu that can be served raw.”

“My truck is full of groceries.”

I frown. “So?”

“I’ll cook you something.” He taps the counter. “Right here.”

And so it begins. The Omega way of courting, similar to female Omega nesting. This Omega wants to feed me, then fuck me. “I eat raw food. No need for cooking.”

“Prep, then. I’ll prep something. Got seafood in the truck. If I don’t drag it up here, it’ll go bad.” He comes around the bar and picks up an ottoman, puts it right next to my sofa, and sits. He leans his elbows on his knees. “I’ll prep for you, then I’ll be prepping you.”

His pupils dilate, and I scent his seed as it spills out of the tiny opening on top of his dick. My pussy flutters, my breasts grow heavy, and I consciously suppress my arousal. I have a shooter on the loose, and I gave myself two days to catch him. I can’t spare any more time on diversions. And I certainly can’t go into heat. Though, this Omega is determined to send me into one. “Back off, Omega. You don’t want to send me into heat.”

His eyes widen as his arousal wets the towel.

He’s displaying his dynamic for me.

“You go into heat?” he asks. “That sounds wonderful.”

In a swift move, I grab his throat and balls. He yelps, mouth open, heaving breaths. I smell the freshness of peppermint toothpaste. I squeeze both his throat and balls at the same time. The Omega groans, and his eyes flutter, then snap open.

“You’re toying with me,” I say, “thinking you can flirt with me as you would flirt with a girl at a bar or maybe a grocery store. I am not a girl. I am not even a woman. Unless you intend to breed me, get dressed and get the fuck out of my way. I do not have time for boys, or games, or miscommunication. I do what I want and how I want it done. We can either breed and bond for life, or you can stop the little games and get back to the house. Clear?” I release his throat.

The Omega rubs it and moves to stand. I got him by the balls, and, standing, I pull him up. To meet his eyes now, I’m a tiny bit annoyed to realize I have to look up. I squeeze his balls tighter. This has to hurt him, but all he does is groan.

“How about,” he says, “I feed you and get you drunk so you can lose the stick up your ass.” He brushes a thumb again my lower lip, and my body ignites. I grit my teeth. The Omega continues, “You don’t scare me, Alpha. If anything, you make me want to spread your legs and eat you until you scream for mercy.”

“You think you can make me scream for mercy?”

“I can.”

“Is that so?”

He smirks. “Sit back and watch me do it.”

“Don’t boss me, boy.”

“I am not a boy.”

I step back, hands on my hips. “Feed me. While you’re cooking, think about how you can be an asset. For example, trade that big gun for a smaller gun.”

“It’s called a rifle,female, and I got a small gun.”

I brush past him. “Hope that’s not the size of the gun between your legs.” Chuckling, I close the bedroom door, lean against it, and blow out a breath. What the hell am I doing? He has no armor, no training, nothing that’ll prepare him for combat. And yet, he’s sticking with me. I can see the determination in his eyes. I gotta get the shooter before my heat hits. Already, I feel the burn in my belly.

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