Page 7 of One Wild Omega

“Gimme a minute. I just need to chill for a sec.” Tanner turned and pressed his forehead against the window. The coolness of the glass helped some. He opened his eyes and looked inside and saw two men gawking at him from their little table.

He stuck out his tongue at them. They shook their heads and moved off…

And then Tanner sawhim.

An alpha, a little ways away from the window, in a heated discussion with two other alphas. He wasglorious. The instinct suddenly had him in its clutches. Sickness ignored, Tanner had to get a better look. He spun and headed toward the door to the bar, staggering some as he went.

“Where are you going?” Raimy cried behind him. “We should go home, Tanner!”

“In a minute,” Tanner muttered, too low for Raimy to hear.

He was on a mission.

And he would not be stopped.

Once inside, the air was cooler. Tanner let out a sigh of relief, the temperature offering some relief to his stomach and head. It was a quieter bar, especially compared to the others he’d spent hours in over the course of the night. A jukebox played, but not so loud that he couldn’t hear himself think. He scanned the darkened interior, searching for his target. A warmth spread through him as he caught sight of the back of the man’s head. Tanner marched up to their table and stood in front of the guy, dragging in the alpha’s musky, cinnamon scent.

He felt the stares of the two other alphas, but he didn’t care who they were. Not when he was there…

Mine.

A need unlike anything he’d ever felt washed over him… the need to touch… to taste… to beg…

Thankfully he’d just taken hisScentexdoes—otherwise things could’ve gotten ugly. It fully masked his scent to his alpha, but it also blocked part of the alpha’s scent. If it didn’t, Tanner would’ve gone into a contact heat upon first inhale…

Although, begging his alpha to fuck him in a room full of people wasn’t completely abhorant.

How many times had he heard the stories of that first meeting? It was supposed to be…magical. And that night of all nights? It had to be kismet. Spirals of need washed through him, his body softening in preparation for what would soon come.

“It’s my birthday,” he announced loudly, never taking his eyes off his alpha.

The alpha’s head slowly spun, and Tanner drew in a shaky breath.

My gods, he’s gorgeous.

* * * *

A couple of drinks after a long, hard day…

Fitz Walker lifted his stare to the drunk omega standing beside him.

Bedraggledomega, that was. He had a mass of green and yellow hair sticking up in every direction. Black lips and dark shadow circling both eyes, both of them smeared. Wild, tattered clothes—which supposedly was some kind of style Fitz didn’t get. The omega looked like he was dressed for a costume party.

Definitelynotmy type.

“Isaidit’s my birthday.”

There had been an invisible, petulant foot stomp in those words. Fitz frowned, feeling an intense dislike for the omega wash over him like a smothering wave. He tried to come up for air, but was drowning.

Where it was coming from, he wasn’t sure.

Obviously his mood had been foul all day, so maybe it was just him. “Happy…birthday?” he offered, not sure what it was the man wanted from him.

The omega drunkenly flopped into his lap—slamming directly into his cock and balls, forcing him to grunt—and wrapped both arms around his neck.

“Can I get a kiss for my birthday?” the omega asked sweetly, fluttering long, fake eyelashes. “Pretty please?”

The omega’s breath smelled like a distillery. Fitz scowled… and saw his twin brothers, Harrison and Emerson, chuckling from his peripheral. He lifted a glare to them before trying to extricate himself from the octopus tentacles the omega seemed to suddenly sprout. Another wave of anger washed over him… and he frowned. “Idon’tkiss strangers. Sorry.”

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