Page 43 of Our Haunted Omegas
Fucking aye! I didn’t really want to bury a body before I squeezed some sleep in, but you know what they say. Wish in one hand ---.
“Fucking hell,” I muttered under my breath, trying to slide away from Odell without waking him up.
“What’s eating George?” he mumbled in his sleep.
I made a mental note to ask him who the heck George was later. I pushed myself upright, mentally checking in with Indigo and Teal. Neither of them were close by. So whoever grabbed the looky-loo wasn’t one of them.
“LET GO OF ME!” the man shrieked.
This time his words rang out high pitched and turned into a snarl. Birds fled their nighttime resting places and Odell shot upright his hands out in front of him with shifted claws ready to fight.
“Stay here,” I hissed at him.
“No!” he hissed back scurrying onto his feet to catch up with me. Then he switched over to our mating link.“What has him? I’m not sitting here like a duck ready to be the next one grabbed!”
I took a deep breath but didn’t find my mate’s scent anxious. He was in go mode and I bit back a smile.
“It’s probably a journalist. Probably two of them fighting over who got to take photos of you naked.”
“I’m naked,”he said, embarrassment flooding onto his scent.“Hang on let me grab the blanket.”
I glanced at the tree line. Someone snarled again. I almost called out. Almost told them to fuck straight off but I had to find out if they snuck photos while we were sleeping. I had to find out how much I should kill them before they got away. My dragon grumbled, opening one big eye and shifting mine to his as Odell wrapped the blanket around him. Most shifters weren’t modest but the less that journalists saw of him the better.
“COBALT! HELP! COBALT, HELP!” The man screeched my name, and I darted into the foliage.
“Wait up!” Odell growled behind me. “I’m tripping on this damn blanket. I’m going to fucking eat them for this shit! Can’t leave anyone the hell alone. Come all the way to BFE and they still can’t leave us alone.”
The journalist was an iguana shifter that came up to my nipples. It wasn’t the first time he saw me naked. We frequented the same bath house when I visited London. He never had his camera there but his camera wasn’t doing him much good at the moment. A hand was wrapped around his arm and Reve slammed the camera into it again and again. Through the dark I could make out the bruise forming on his skin. I reached out, snatching at the hand, but my fingers went through it.
Whatever it was hissed as if I’d poured hot water on it and slithered away. Reve dropped his camera and clutched his bruised arm against his chest as Odell came into sight. I kicked the camera even further out of Reve’s reach and I took a long, deep breath. His little itchy clicker finger was the least of our worries.
“Have you been tested for wraiths?” I asked Odell.
“Huh?” he blinked, looking back and forth between me and Reve.
“Don’t mind him. He’s just an iguana trying to make a buck. I’ll skin him and make a boot out of him later,” I said, grabbinghis shirt collar before he could think about running off. “Have you been tested for wraiths?”
“There’s a test for that?” Reve asked.
“Shut up!” Odell and I said at the same time.
“I’ve never had a wraith problem! I’ve seen shamans, witches, and every other title you can imagine. If a wraith was causing my problems, I’d know, but ---”
“That wasn’t a wraith,” Reve spat out the words before we could tell him to shut the fuck up again.
“Is he your ex?” Odell asked.
“No,” I shook my head.
“Good, because if you buried your ex in the forest it would look bad,” Odell said and bit his bottom lip.
Fuck! He was too hot when he did that. He was only wearing the damn tartan blanket and it would be too easy to snatch away. My heart pounded against my chest and my dick hardened despite the death hold I had on the menace lizard.
“I don’t know what it was but it wasn’t a wraith,” Reve said again. “They can’t touch you like that. They can’t grab onto you. I thought it was some magical protection you put up. That’s why I yelled for you, you overgrown lizard.”
“Why are you here, Reve?” I asked, trying to ignore how easy it would be to snap his bones apart and turn around to take Odell again. The only thing that stopped me was that we didn’t have a condom. They were all back with our clothes and the basket.
“You haven’t told us anything,” Reve shrugged. “We’re all curious. He and his friend could possibly be our future first-mate of the flight. We deserve to know—”
