Page 9 of Such a Delicious Omega

I blinked, seeing Talon arch one imperious brow, standing right in front of me. “I-yes, of course.”

“Good. I’m starting to think you are daydreamer. How did I never notice that before?”

“I was never in a position for my dreams all to come true,” I blurted out then clamped a hand over my mouth.

He let out a startled bark of laughter then cleared his throat. “I’m intrigued, and I have questions, but they will have to wait because a crowd has been promised some fire play. Can you focus on that for the next couple of hours, or do we need to shift people around?” There was no judgment in his tone, but I felt guilty nonetheless.

“I’m fine. Maybe a little overwhelmed by everything that’s happened recently”—some of which he knew about and some not—“but I will be focused.” I took up my position while he laid his omega on the padded table and stroked his skin. Rowanshifted for a few minutes then went absolutely still, his eyes closing, breathing slowing.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stood on the opposite side of the omega where my view would cover what his did not. “I know this is serious.”

Chapter Nine

Echo

Once I arrived home, I texted Samuel. I felt like he would know if I waited until I got to my room. Home.

His response was immediate.

Thank you. I can relax now.

That definitely wasn’t something you said to an acquaintance.

Having fun?I couldn’t resist stringing on the conversation.

Not as much as I could be with you.

I made my way to my room and kicked off my shoes.You just met me, Samuel.

I unbuttoned my shirt and imagined the shadowy man I’d met tonight was doing it instead.

So? What are you doing right now?

Giggling, I sat on the end of the bed.Getting relaxed for the night.

Are you taking your clothes off, omega? Are you removing them slowly? Wishing someone else was doing it?

Was he here? How did he know? I glanced around the room, sure he was here. It was impossible, of course, but that didn’t stop me from doing it.

I unbuttoned my shirt. That’s all.

In a pause between texts, I changed into my pajamas and found myself smiling in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

Don’t tempt me, omega. I’m already regretting letting you get into a car without me.

I replied with a winky face. Maybe I needed some better flirting skills.

Getting into bed, I pulled the covers up to my chin. An hour or so later, just as I was dozing off, he texted me again.

I’ve decided to show you the rules of the club instead of telling them to you. Make sure you wear some club clothes.

That made me sit up in bed. Club clothes? What did he mean?So, not what I was wearing tonight?

He answered almost immediately.No. Do you not have club clothing? Hmm.

Hmm was right.

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