Page 11 of His Sassy Omega
My mouth watered, and I had to clench my fists tightly. My hands needed to stay at my sides, where they belonged. My hands did not belong buried in his hair. They wanted to be, but they most certainly did not belong there.
His curls weren’t tight ringlets, but lush waves all over his head. I had an ex once who’d had the same hair, only longer and blonder. What had she called it? Beach hair? Yeah, he totally had beach hair. Or maybe sex hair. His hair looked like he’d just had a good, hard fuck, and he’d tumbled out of bed.
Not only was my wolf carrying on, but my dick was also stirring more. Telling them both to get down, I was glad my suit jacket covered my groin area. The last thing I needed was to be sporting a boner in a bakery.
He stuck out one of his hands, those long beautiful fingers beckoning me to reach out and touch him.
“Quinn Rafferty, owner.”
The little shit, my mind sputtered, while my wolf panted loudly in my ear.
The omega – Quinn – was smirking. Gone was that false, customer service, megawatt smile. He’d replaced it with an honest to God smirk, that he wasn’t making any effort to hide.
The little shit, my brain repeated, because there seemed to be no other words my mind could supply to describe him.
Trying to remember my manners, I took his hand in mine and gasped at the touch of our skin. I was not prepared for the electric shock that ran through my body when our hands met. My wolf howled, and the zing went from my arm, straight down to my dick. Holy fuck, what was that?
Mate. Mine. Mate.
My wolf howled at me, whining.
Fated mate, my brain supplied, when it zinged back online.
Fated mates were just a fairytale told to children. It didn’t happen in real life. I’d never believed in them. No one believed in fated mates anymore. A person that Fate herself had picked for you? A person that was the missing piece of your soul? I don’t think so.
His green orbs widened, his pupils dilating. He jerked his hand from mine like he’d been burned with grease from a scalding pan.
“No, no, no, oh fuck no.” He was chanting like a mad man.
My throat seized, and I couldn’t breathe properly. I couldn’t even think. My brain had short-circuited. And in that instant, I knew exactly what kind of shifter he was.
Leopard.
Even in the shifter world, they were rare.
The cookie scent of him was sharper now, more focused. It filled my nostrils with his alluring scent. When our hands had touched, his smell had become stronger, amped up. My mouth watered, and I wanted nothing more than to taste him.
For the first time in our encounter, he was upset. I could smell it on him. There was something mixed in with it, another scent. He wasn’t just upset, he was…he was turned on. And, not at all happy about it.
He was my mate. My fated mate. I knew it like I knew my own name.
My thoughts echoed his, as the reality of the situation crashed down on my head.
No, no, no, hell no.
Notthisomega.
It couldn’t be. He was absolutely everything I did not want in a mate.
I was just going to ignore what had just happened, whatever the hell it was. Good luck with that, my wolf snarked. Shut it, I told him.
That hand that had zapped me, was pointing to a sign on the wall, above his head. My eyes traveled from that beautiful, graceful hand, to thatlong finger, to where mymatewas pointing. The kind of sign that stated management had the right to refuse service to anyone, for any reason.
Was he fucking kidding me right now?
I saw the twinkle in his green eyes, and the smirk was back – that damn smirk – and I knew he wasn’t kidding.
“I’m refusing you service,” he told me. Quinn. His name was Quinn, not him, or that omega. Quinn. Mate. “Please take your coffee and go. Have a wonderfully pleasant day, Alpha hole.”
