Page 4 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I’ve spent a lot of time around tons of alphas. Arguably, too much time. Never in my life have I experienced anything as delicious as him.
And this close-up? He’s the whole package.
His blonde hair is cropped close to his scalp in a buzz cut and when his sharp, bright blue eyes meet mine, I might as well start drooling right there. He’s hot.
My earthy, petrichor scent starts swirling around me, taking on the charged smell of ozone.
“I thought I told you I needed privacy—” He freezes when he sees me, his harsh glare turning a bit confused as if he expected someone else.
He quickly sets his phone back into his open locker as if he doesn’t want me to see what’s on the screen. It’s a fancy phone, one of the newest models. I guess underground fighting pays well.
Well, I know it pays well, considering I know what the bonus prize money is for tonight.
The reminder of the personal stakes I have for this interaction brings me back down to Earth.
Focus, Reyna, it doesn’t matter how hot he is.
“No need to be embarrassed, I’ve seen some pretty weird pre-fight rituals, jerking off isn’t that bad,” I shrug, taking a confident step toward him, the heel of my black go-go boots clicking against the tile floor.
“What?” He jerks back as if I just started speaking an alien language to him. “What’re you talking about?”
“Your phone,” I say, nodding down over at his locker as I stand in front of him. “Considering the way you hid it so fast, and the way you said you wanted privacy…” I trail off, offering him a practiced sultry smile and crossing my arms over my chest, pushing my tits even higher.
“You think I was watching porn?” he asks, his eyes lingering down on my chest as if they’re drawn there before jerking up back to my face.
“It can be our little secret,” I say, flashing him a wink.
I’m good at reading people. That sort of thing happens when you spend so much time around so many different kinds of people. I know he’s hiding something. I also know it wasn’t porn.
But whatever he’s hiding isn’t my business.
“I wasn’t—” He shakes his head, still confused. “Who are you? What’re you doing in here?”
I don’t miss how his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare, breathing in my scent as I move even closer to him, holding out my hand to shake his.
“You can call me Raine.”
His hand reaches tentatively up to meet mine before he grasps it. I inhale sharply. His hand envelops mine in its warmth. The rough callouses on his palm scrape deliciously against me.
“Obsidian,” He nods, after a few seconds of soaking in my touch in the same way I’m soaking in his.
“I know.” I’m reluctant to pull my hand away, which is kind of making me internally freak out a bit. I never crave an alpha’s touch. Ever.
“Is Raine even your real name?”
“Is Obsidian yours?”
The corner of his lip pulls up in a smirk that sends a jolt of awareness through my body. Holy hotness.
“Touché,” he says. “So then, Raine, are you going to answer my other question?”
“What?” I blink up at him, trying to remember what the hell we were even talking about.
He lets out this small huff of laughter, it’s not even really a full chuckle, but fuuuck, it still drives me crazy. I want him to make that noise in my ear as he fucks me.
Where the hell did that thought come from?
I need a cold shower. Or maybe a session with my vibrator. There’s obviously something wrong with my brain.
