Page 13 of Crash Course Omega
“Calling the police,” he says simply.
“What? Why? You can’t do that.”
“This is a private area. Unless you have permission from the Grace family and the FIA, you are not permitted to enter.”
“We know she came in here. Come on, we just wanted to ask her a few questions.”
His stare says he absolutely doesn’t believe them, and I grin as the call connects.
“Hello, is this the Las Vegas Police Department? Yes? I'd like to report two trespassers on the Formula One compound. The specific location? Hang on.” He pauses, looking at the two of them as he raises an eyebrow.
“Okay! We get it!” A reporter holds up his hands. “Just hang up. We’ll go.”
But he doesn’t. He keeps talking, reading off their number plate before describing them both in detail as they shout at him. He doesn’t move as he speaks, and it feels like he’s guarding me and keeping me safe.
And the whole time I crouch between his legs, the scent of pine and fresh rainwater circles around me like a cooling blanket, calming me down.
It’s so stunningly delicious that I nearly moan.
Even though I know I’m in danger if the reporters find me in this position, I keep taking deep breaths, settling into the amazing refreshing feeling of his scent.
I want to sink into him, to grab hold of him and rub myself all over him like I did with Jaxx. Even with the reporters here, my omega senses are telling me to stick to this alpha like glue.
He ends the call, staring at the two reporters like he’s mildly annoyed while also disinterested in everything they have to say.
“It’s up to you whether you wait here for them to arrest you, or run until the police find you. Either way, you won’t be participating in any events in this city for a long time.”
He waits, watching them with a neutral expression that’s pretty hot.
“I have to get back to work, so I recommend leaving now before they give your details to the airport. And possibly border patrol.”
The moped buzzes to life, and I can hear swearing and clattering.
“Harmony,” they call. “We’ll get that interview from you. You better be ready!”
There are more threats before they jump onto their moped and drive off.
I sit here, tense and waiting. Only the sounds of the city interrupt my racing heart and distract me from the scent that has nearly taken me over.
“They're gone,” the alpha says softly. “You can get up now.”
I don’t notice I’m trembling. It might be from the Vegas rain soaking my skin, but I can still see dots in my eyes from where the camera flashed in my face.
I’ve been harassed so many times since I became famous that I thought I could handle it.
Jolting, I realize I’m clinging to his bare calves, but there’s nothing else to hold onto when I’m crouched down like this.
As we watch each other, his pheromones grow thicker, and my scent becomes stronger, and I know my nipples aren’t hard just from the rain.
My eyes widen, red flushing my cheeks as I realize my face is right at the level of his crotch.
I try not to overreact as I drag my hands back. They’re warm from how hard I’d gripped him, and I liked how I hadn't been able to wrap my fingers all the way around his calves.
I try to edge away from him, but I’m trapped between him and the car.
And then, the worst thing happens. I suddenly lose my balance as I move.
Crying out, I try to throw myself back, but it’s too late. My feet slip from under me, and I fall forward, face-planting into the alpha's crotch.
