Page 30 of Iris
She’s fucking high society. That was clear before she spoke. No doubt a virgin, too. Most of those young upper-class Omegas are, and while a woman’s virginity never mattered to me before, Iris has an untouched, unruffled, air to her, and it’s something the Alpha in me wants to claim.
Because, fuck, the things I could do to her.
All of them depraved and all of them would leave her ruined for any other man.
Except, perhaps, Xavier.
Oh…Xavier wouldlovethis one.
He’d watch, let me have my fill, and then have her as well. Or maybe he’d just join in.
The possibilities are endless.
“You’re not going to run?” I ask, raising my head, tracing my finger over the wet, warm spot on her throat. The urge to bite is there, mark her as mine. It’s so strong, my mouth salivates.
“Should I?” she breathes.
Shit, this is dangerous. I’m playing with fire here.
“I don’t know. Should you, Icy?” I shift closer so our bodies brush, so she can feel my erection. She gasps but doesn’t get off the stool.
A dark thrill tumbles through me.
“Do you want me to?”
No.
I’m about to answer when suddenly I become aware of the hovering shadow near the open cellar door. Even more aware of Xavier’s laser focus on the Omega in front of me.
Oh. Heknowsher.
This just got a whole lot more interesting.
Iris is his high society Omega. His little dance partner from the ball.
And he likes her. A lot. I haven’t seen him pay a woman this much attention since Tamara.
He can’t fucking look away.
I don’t blame him. Xavier and I have similar tastes, but damn. With her pouty mouth, radiant green eyes, and lithe body, any Alpha would be stupid not to try and bark up that tree.
More than that, she was kind to Emmie. She was a natural with her.
“What are you doing on this side of Sabine, little Omega?” I ask her. “You’re a long way from home.”
I can almost hear the hiss from Xavier at that.
I move away from her.
“It’s not against the law.” Her voice is a little shaky, but she’s got the fire I like.
“I guess it isn’t.” I step back a little. “But it’s not safe for people like you around here.”
She looks me up and down, and even though her cheeks are flushed and the flowery spice of her scent is stronger, she glares. “People like me? What does that mean?”
“An Omega,” I say, offering her my most deadly smile. She’s about to push back again, but I quickly add, “From the Upper Side.”
“How did you?—”
