Page 14 of Such a Delicious Omega

We weren’t very far from the club, only about a ten-minute drive, but the air in the car was thick with my mate’s scent of sandalwood with a spark of citrus, maybe lime. Breathing was hazardous in that his scent had me harder than a telephone pole, and my heart thundering under my breast bone. If we didn’t get out soon, I was going to do something most unlike an alpha or a dominant.

There was a parking lot behind the club, and one of the best things about being an owner was getting to park right there in the spot marked with my name. It was close enough to the covered back porch that I could hop out of the car on a rainy night and be inside before my hair frizzed. I hated when that happened, and I wasn’t a big fan of using heavy amounts of product. I’d never thought I was vain, but my wolf had the best fur, thick and shiny, according to those who’d seen it, and sometimes it made me a little jealous. Not that I’d admit that to anyone.

“Wow, that’s your name stenciled on the wall right there.”

“Perk of ownership,” I confirmed. “And usually I will go in the back door for convenience, but I’ll have to take you around the front.”

We entered the lobby and approached the desk there. “You’ll need to turn over your phone,” I reminded him. It had been in the paperwork I sent him with the rules of the club.

“Not you?” he asked.

“Not the owners,” I confirmed. “But you’ll never see me taking my phone out on the main floor to answer a call, much less snap a picture. Everyone’s privacy is valuable here, including yours.”

“I appreciate that,” he said. “I don’t know what I might be doing here if I’m ever lucky enough to come back, but I imagine my employers wouldn’t be thrilled to see it on the net.”

“And that also means if you see someone here who you recognize as a public figure or celebrity, you do not approach them and address them by name unless they introduce themselves. Some have club names, and they will use those. Others really don’t care if they are recognized, but until you know for sure, just smile and be polite. Address the alphas and dominants as such.”

“I am so going to screw up.”

“No, you aren’t. But stay right with me, and I can help you.” I led him through the various parts of the club, showing him where people gathered for conversation or observation, the bar—which was my domain and a point of pride—and finally on to the main floor where I looked around for something he might find interesting.

“Alpha, are you spanking this evening?” The little subbie appeared at my elbow, looking eager. “I am free if you need—”

“No.” I had spanked her once, and ever since then, she approached me every time. Her eagerness was exhausting, and I’d never repeated that first time, but it didn’t stop her from presuming. “I am here with a guest, observing.”

“If you’re sure?” she wheedled.

I fixed her with a stern glare. If she did not back off and act properly, there were punishments. I feared she’d like most of them. “Go find the dungeon monitor and ask him to please lock you in the little cage for an hour. Do you know why?”

“I do.” Her eyes lit up, and she danced away. Yes, she would like the punishment.

“A cage?” Echo sounded shocked. “That sounds awful.”

“Not to her.” I led him up to one of the spanking benches where another dominant was applying a flogger to the rosybared cheeks of a bound submissive. I preferred not to tie my subs down, but sometimes it was necessary for safety reasons. Or perhaps the dom and/or sub liked it that way.

“Ooh.” Echo’s released breath told me everything I needed to know about whether this omega would want to try spanking. “This is what you like to do?”

“It is.”

“Can I try it?”

“Next time.” Although I would love to show him now, the benches were all occupied, and I thought it better for him to watch. By the time we’d done that for a couple of hours, he was squirming, and I was ready to toss someone aside and take over their bench. But things didn’t work that way, and instead, I pulled him into my arms for a long searching kiss.

“Alpha, take me home with you? For the night?”

Chapter Fourteen

Samuel

We were still kissing as we exited the club via the employee entrance. No, it wasn’t strictly allowed, but anything that added time between Cuffed and home was a minute too much. He clung to my shoulders, allowing me to guide him to the car and help him inside. The kitchen had no doubt been busy at this time of night, but nobody had said anything to us… Although, with my omega’s tongue tangling with mine and his hands on me, I might not have noticed if they had. They certainly would not have chided me on breaking the rules. Yet another ownership perk. One of my co-owners might say something later, but I’d deal with that then.

I reached over and caught the end of Echo’s seat belt, pulled it across him, and clicked it closed. This omega was too precious to risk his safety. Closing the door, I tried to slow my racing heartbeat. I was in no state to drive until I regained control of my body and mind. My heart was already lost to him, but it didn’t have charge of the car, fortunately. Remaining where I stood, I took deep breaths of the cool night air. I’d need to be a lot more together before I risked getting into the small space where pheromones would threaten my sanity. Windows down, though, might help a little.

“You forgot this.” Talon’s deep voice cut into my erotic fog. “On your way out the back door with your guest.”

I listened for judgment but heard none as I turned to see what we’d forgotten. Our common sense maybe? At least mine. There I was, taking Echo around the club, showing him things and trying to be a dispassionate guide when there was little or no hope of that happening.

“Samuel?” He studied my face with a narrowed gaze. “Should you be driving?”

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