Page 39 of His Sassy Omega
“I wanted to marry you, Quinn,” Leo stated, as if that explained his criminal behavior, which also included cheating, by the size of Justin’s belly.
“You wanted my trust fund,” Quinn bit out, blandly. “I’m not stupid Leo, I know your business was in trouble. You went through my personal papers, when I wasn’t home, with a key you made without my knowledge. You’re lucky I didn’t give a shit enough about you to press charges.”
Leo sniffed. “Well, yes, but we’ve actually applied for a business grant with the Sinclair Foundation.” He turned his eyes to me, a hopeful gleam in them. He ignored all the rest of the frankly disturbing, and illegal activity, that Quinn had pointed out.
I brought Quinn’s hand up to my lips, and kissed it again, feeling his warm skin, his pulse beating faster. The scent of him filled my nostrils, and my dick hardened to an almost painful level. Just being near him, smelling him, touching his skin, had that effect on me. We needed to leave, and soon.
“Did you?” My voice was cool, my eyes never leaving Quinn’s. His pupils were a bit dilated, his pulse fluttering like butterfly wings against my fingers. He was as affected by me, as I was by him.
“Yes, we’re waiting to hear back.” Leo seemed unaware of what was happening between Quinn and me.
I turned to stare Leo down, a shark-like smile on my face, that would have made Jamie proud. “I wouldn’t count on hearing anything from us – I’m sorry what was your name?” I lied smoothly. You’d better believe I’d be looking Mr. Leo White up, as soon as I could get to a work computer. And making sure I had Wade shred the man’s application, and flag him in the system.
“White.” Leo repeated, eyes wide. “Leo White.”
“Well, that will be easy for me to remember. I’ll be sure to have my PA pull your application, and shred it. Are you ready to get home, baby?” Iasked Quinn, picking up the check the waiter had stealthily slid to me on his way past the table.
Leo sucked in air like a fish out of water. Justin stood looking between us all, his eyes wide and vacant. Leo leaned down, right next to Quinn’s ear, and my wolf rumbled in warning. He had one hand on Quinn’s shoulder, and the other on the table, blocking him in, and my wolf was about to lose his shit. “He’ll never truly want you, Quinn, not when he finds out what you like. You’re just a hot, tight hole for him to get off on for a night, nothing more. Enjoy it now, because he’ll get tired of that mouth of yours, and that attitude. I did.”
The words were whispered, but my wolf hearing picked them up, loud and clear. When he dared to brush at one of Quinn’s curls, pushing the strand behind his ear, my wolf and I both saw red. I didn’t remember moving, but suddenly I had Leo pinned against the wall by his throat, feet dangling in the air. Justin let out a gasped meep, and Quinn was on his feet so fast, his chair clattered loudly to the floor behind him.
“Don’t you ever put your hands on my mate again!” I snarled, feeling my canines begin to elongate. I wanted to rip this little fucker’s throat out.
“Mate?” Leo choked out in a garbled croak.
“My mate,” I reiterated, softly, deadly.
“Put him down, Lachlan.” Quinn’s order was soft, but as loud as a gunshot in my ears. I looked over my shoulder at him, standing with his arms crossed over his chest. Shooting me an annoyed glare. Justin looked ready to faint, and all the eyes from the dining room were focused on us. On me.
For the first time in my life, I didn’t care who was watching me. This asshole had dared to not only insult my mate, but to touch him. To put his hands on him.
“Lachlan!” Quinn’s voice was full of bite. “Down!”
I let the fucker drop like a sack of potatoes. He hit the ground in a heap of tangled limbs.
Quinn huffed loudly, a sound I was quickly becoming accustomed to. “If everyone could put their dicks away, that would be great!” He shouted to be heard over the growls that were coming from the back of my throat. I took a deep breath, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides.
Quinn’s eyes were a darker green than I’d ever seen them, as he held out a graceful hand to me. “Remember when I said to fuck me?”
My nostrils flared, and I smelled him, his slick, his scent, his desire and need. It filled my senses, clouding my brain. “I do.”
“Take me home and fuck me, Lachlan,” he ordered. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
Chapter Twelve
Quinn
I’d never admit it to him, but seeing Lachlan go all alpha growly had been hot as fuck.
“So,” Lachlan said, once we were outside. “That was your ex?”
I snorted. “Yeah, he’s a great guy.”
“Seems like it.” We grinned at each other before we broke into peals of laughter. “This is a great first date.”
“Well, I mean you did demand I fuck you,” he reminded me, with a smirk. “I’m not really gonna complain. Your place or mine? I mean if you still want that. No pressure.”
I stared at him for a minute, my blood turning hot. I’d meant it when I’d told him to fuck me. I’d enjoyed our conversation at dinner, and the way he’d handled Leo had been a total fucking turn-on. I liked him babbling a little, not so sure of himself.
