Page 8 of Such a Delicious Omega

“Of course. Here.” I handed him my phone so he could message himself from mine and vice versa.

“There,” he said, handing it back. Our fingers touched, sparking electricity all throughout my body.

With every touch, my wolf was more and more sure. This alpha was my mate.

He waited with me until my ride drove up. “Will you text me once you get home safely, Echo? Please?”

The only thing I could do was nod.

“Good. Be safe.” He leaned over and kissed my cheek. My cock swelled instantly. If he hadn’t said he needed to get back to the club, I would’ve certainly gathered all my courage and asked him to join me.

“Thank you. Good night.”

“Echo,” he said as I got into the car. “After you tell me you’re safe, I’m going to give you some pointers for tomorrow night.”

“Pointers?” I choked out. Goddess, I would gladly take and obey any help or advice he gave me.

“Yes, omega. There are rules.” He winked. “You’re going to follow them, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Samuel.”

“I knew you would. And there’s paperwork to fill out for even guest admission. I’ll send you a link.”

“Good night, delicious omega. Until tomorrow.”

Chapter Eight

Samuel

The omega climbed into a low-slung silver sedan with dual tailpipes and rode away. The car reminded me of one more likely to be used for late-night street racing than a rideshare, but the driver had his name and seemed calm enough. If I’d had time, I would have driven him to where he was going myself. It never seemed like a good idea to get in a vehicle with a total stranger, and my wolf certainly had strong opinions about the one he was already calling his mate doing so.

But, as it was, I didn’t even have the minutes required to go home and change before I was scheduled to be on duty, and I didn’t want to do something to make my co-owners feel like I was taking advantage of my new status. Regret their decision.

From overheard conversations, I happened to know they’d had multiple offers to buy in, nearly all of which they had rejected out of hand at any price. Accepting mine was more than a business decision. It reflected on their opinions of my character. The fact I already fit in well at Cuffed.

I took a different route to the club, winding up at the employee entrance I’d used so many times. Heading straight for my office, I pulled a spare set of clothes I kept there for emergencies and went into my attached bathroom to change. Talon, the fire master, had told me they all had a change or two in their offices because things could come up. Like meeting the omega of my dreams?

More likely meetings that ran over.

But, whatever the reason, it had paid off for me. My suit was not appropriate for the monitoring job, but my black jeans and fitted T-shirt were. I donned the vest withMonitoremblazonedfront and back, sat down to put on my favorite black boots, and I was all ready for work.

While bar manager, I was not strictly tasked with this job, but I’d done it a few times anyway, so although it was my first time as an owner, I didn’t expect things to be different. It wasn’t as if there had been a notice posted to let people know about my change in status. The employees were aware, but the membership might not be. Not a secret, just not an announcement. Which suited me perfectly. I headed down the hallway and out into the main floor.

“Oh good, you’re here.” Sandra, one of the bar servers, passed me on the way to deliver a tray of mai tais. “Talon was looking for you about fifteen minutes ago.”

Shoot, he must be about to do his scene and needed to be sure he had a monitor in place. I glanced at my watch, but the scheduled time was still a few minutes out. Of course, Talon was one of the most precise of the doms. Each of their skills had critical elements to make sure it went well and nobody was harmed, but fire?

At least to my inexperienced self, it was the riskiest.

“I’m on my way.” I thanked her and strode quickly past the seating areas to the spot where Talon would be setting up for the scene. Once, he’d used his skills on many submissives, but once he met his mate, Rowan, no others came under his flames. With the exception of classes he taught, where he and his omega guided others who were mastering the skill. But even then, they were together.

Although I’d witnessed the other owners meeting and mating their fateds, I’d had doubts that there was one out there for me. Not all wolf shifters had one. It was a gift, not a right. My parents were fated to one another, a factor that helped them survive without a pack. I’d never known the pack life, so it wasn’t a loss to me. Cuffed was my chosen family, and the camaraderieand satisfaction I found in the club was a pretty big gift in itself. If I never met my mate or even had one out there, I’d get by.

But as I spotted Talon setting his tools and liquids out, Rowan assisting him, the two working in harmony, an ache I’d kept so suppressed I’d have denied it existed, surged up, stealing my breath. I did have a mate. My wolf was certain of it, and I was starting to believe. I wanted everything that having a mate meant. I wanted the love and friendship. I wanted the wolf connection and a partner for my spanking here at the club.

If he wanted to be spanked. What if he didn’t? What if he wanted fire or to be titillated by the violet wand? Wax, whips, rope arts… He wanted to come here, so he must have some yearning for what was offered. And if it was not something I knew how to do, I’d find out. Meeting the need of my omega came before my own.

“Samuel, are you with us?”

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