Page 29 of Iris
Definitely not my finest moment, but fuck it.
He leans against the bar, the smile quickly spreading into a grin. And even though I tell myself I don’t like him, my heart stammers and spins.
“That was mean.” I glare.
He comes in close, and his citrusy scent fogs my thoughts. He smells divine, like a warm summer day, and I want to swoon.
He leans in, his mouth hovering near mine. “You asked for it, Icy.”
“It’s Iris.”
He straightens, chucking, and stalks away from me. It’s only when I go to throw the glass at him that I realize he took it.
“I’m not in the mood to clean up broken glass, and you’re not really dressed for cleaning floors. Although…” He pauses. “I can think of some interesting things you can do on your knees in that dress.”
Heat engulfs me.
Okay, he’s definitely not gay.
“Like castration?” I ask.
“Touché.” He suddenly laughs and nods. “I’m Killian, by the way. And for a price, I can get you an actual good drink.”
“A price? I brought your kid home safe!”
“Or maybe,” he says, amusement threading through his voice, “you kidnapped her.”
“I’ll let you keep your balls. How about that for a prize?”
“Here.” He turns back the bar and leans over it, pours something into a low-ball glass. It’s dark until he adds some soda from the gun, and it turns magnificently magenta. He hands it to me. “Try this.”
I do and it’s delicious. I go to take a second sip when he moves right in, taking the glass, and brushing against me. Every single nerve ending is immediately alive and buzzing.
I can barely get air into my lungs.
“It’s time for payment.” His words are soft, and they unravel something in me. In this moment, I’m anything he wants me to be.
His mouth slides down my throat, and I arch my neck, giving him access, and when he closes his lips on my jugular and sucks, I think I lose my mind.
CHAPTER
NINE
Killian
Icy doesn’t taste like ice at all. She’s not cool or sophisticated or anything like any socialite Omega I’ve met.
How do I know she’s an Omega? For one, her flowery, powdery soft scent whispers from the blocker she’s wearing—a natural scent like all Omegas carry. How I can still smell her past the masking cologne is beyond me, but it’s electrifying. Which brings me to the second reason. The way my cock hardened the instant we locked eyes in the alley… Yeah, that kind of intense bodily reaction only comes when us Alphas know a possible breeding opportunity is close by.
Those are the excuses I’m going to give myself as to why I’m currently running my tongue over her skin, taking my time in tasting the slight sweet and savory essence this is her. The heat of her. Especially after I just scolded Xavier for messing with an Omega himself.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
She tremors against me, and it’s fucking hot as hell.
Fuck me. She’s pretty, tasty, soft, and just there for the taking. Sacrificial offering in the darkest plum color.
I’m still hard. My cock twitches, and I’m glad for the tight, stiff confines of the jeans.
