Page 4 of His Pretty Omega
So here I was, hours from home, alone. With a hotel room for the night, an unlimited buffet of heavenly food, a cash bar that I was completely taking advantage of, and a slew of single alphas to choose from.
Any one of which, I planned on ringing in the new year with.
Preferably the hottie whose drink I had swiped. I had seen the black band on his wrist, indicating he had paid for the drink package, so he could replace that expensive drink at no charge to himself. Which meant I didn’t feel one tiny bit of guilt for stealing his drink. Not that I would have anyway. I seldom felt guilty for anything I did.
Two alphas surrounded me, dancing and grinding and rubbing against me in all the right spots. I tried to ignore the way my eyes kept glancing over to see if the alpha at the bar was paying any attention.
When I saw he was watching me, his dark eyes tracking my movements, I sensually moved my body between the two alphas that had me sandwiched between them. Arms wound around me from both sides, rubbing down mybody and it was nice. Really nice, and for half a second, I entertained the idea of going upstairs with both of them.
But they weren’t who I wanted.
I could feel his dark gaze on us, his eyes burning into me from across the room as I rocked my hips against the hard cock pressing against my ass.
Looking away from him, I focused on the two alphas caressing my body. It was in those few seconds that I took my eyes from him, he must have moved. Stomping across the dance floor, until he was standing in front of me, growling at the other two alphas. Growling! How the fuck had I lived twenty-nine years without realizing what a fucking turn on growling was? By the fierce look he cast over me, he might have been growling at me too, and not just the men dancing with me.
The exchange taking place between the three men fell over my ears, not registering, until he growled the word,‘Mine!’. I was too busy being swept away by his scent, the heat of his body as he stood near me, the sexy-as-fuck growls that rumbled possessively from the back of his throat.
The way he declared me ashishad my body shivering with anticipation and need.
No one had ever claimed me as theirs before. Even though I had told myself it was something I didn’t want to happen–to be claimed by anyone–his growled word had my slick soaking my backside.
The alphas that had been grinding against me had backed off at his approach. One had seemed to take offense to his interruption but had quickly backed down. Whether from the fierce look of ownership on his face, or his growled word of possession, I didn’t know or care.
They moved away, vanished like smoke into the throng of people, and I was lost in the dark heat of the alpha’s eyes,myalpha. Lost in his musky, alluring scent that surrounded me, barely aware of the people chanting the countdown to the new year around us for a few seconds.
“One,” I whispered, as the clock struck midnight, and he bent his head and claimed my mouth with his firm lips.
Electric shocks raced across my skin when we touched, zapping all my cells and nerve endings and bringing them to life. His tongue tangled with mine in the sweetest, hottest, breath-stealing kiss I had ever experienced in my entire life. And I’d kissed my fair share of alphas, betas, and even an occasional omega.
But this man leveled up in the kissing game.
With that one kiss he claimed my soul.
He claimedme.
When the kiss finished, we both stared at each other, a bit dazed. My body was on fire, heat whooshing through me like a gasoline fueled blaze, my ass wet with my slick.
Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I pulled him down for another kiss. Because I needed more. More kisses from him, more touches, justmore. I needed all of him.
Needed this man’s naked skin against mine, needed his cock inside me right fucking now or I was sure I was going to die. Needed his knot filling me, stretching me wide, impaling me and binding us together. Needed him to breed me, possess me, own me.
If I didn’t know better, I would think my heat was coming on, but that was impossible. It was nowhere close to time for my heat. There was no denying my body was burning for this man, my mind muddled with booze and lust.
“My room,” he growled in that low, throaty voice of his and all I could do was nod helplessly and let him lead me off the dance floor and out of the crowded ballroom.
Chapter Three
Alex
Pushing the omega against the closed doors of the elevator, my lips demanded as I kissed him, not giving an inch. His much smaller, lithe body melted into me, his slender arms wrapping around my neck, fingers tangling in my thick hair.
The doors dinged, but we were so caught up in each other, the sound didn’t register at first. Until we were stumbling out into the hallway, barely able to catch each other so that we didn’t land in a pile of tangled limbs on the carpeted floor.
Still, our lips barely left each other, teasing and tasting, not able to get enough. Our hands never stopped roaming and touching anywhere we could.
This man, this omega, was the most intoxicating thing I had ever tasted. More potent than the expensive whiskey that warmed my belly nicely. I couldn’t get enough of him. His skin burned with heat, fire simmering just beneath the surface of his supple, pale flesh. I loved the way his skin looked next to mine, brown against white, the contrast stark but beautiful.
My hand fumbled behind my back, as I tried unsuccessfully to slide the keycard into the slot without letting go of the softly panting man in my arms. Frustration, at the door and the fact that we weren’t naked yet, had another low growl rumbling from my throat.
