Page 35 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
She's filling the air with so many pheromones it's clear she can't go back in that room full of unbonded alphas. It would cause a goddamn riot.
"Why would you put yourself at risk like that?" I ask, studying her face. "God Evie, you smell like candied apple sex tome, and I’m not even an alpha. Do you know what they'd do to you if you sent aroomfull of alphas into rut?"
Okay, maybe I'm being an asshole. But there's a weird pang in my gut when I think about any of the guys from the mixer touching her. Especially that last pack of useless fuckers.
My lips brush over her soft cheek in silent apology for forcing her to stay when she wanted to leave earlier.
"I don't like the idea of any of those dicks touching you." My voice is low and gravelly.
Evie blinks up at me with an adorable little frown on her face. She looks confused. Hell, I don't know what I'm doing either. My hand brushes her cheek, and her perfume floods the air. My knee notches between her thighs as I get even closer. My system doesn't want there to be any distance between us.
Everything in me wants to claim this little bundle of festive Christmas joy for myself. Evie whimpers. Her cheeks are flushed, and she's blushing like crazy. Her eyes squeeze shut, but her hand grips my shoulder, pulling me closer. A slow smirk spreads across my face.
"Do you need to be taken care of?" I ask, pushing her back into the wall. "I'd be more than happy to take care of you, sweetheart."
She whimpers. I don't need to be an alpha to recognize that invitation, but I'm also not a dick. My hand slides up her neck and into her hair.
"I'm gonna need to hear the words," I murmur, pulling her head back so I can see her eyes. Those big blue orbs blink at me from behind her sexy-as-fuck glasses.
"P-Please?" she begs.
The entire hallway is filled with the scent of her perfume. I need to get her far enough away from the ballroom that we don't have any unexpected visitors. My left hand slides down cupping her ass, and I lift. She wraps her arms around my neck, scrambling up my chest.
Once I've got a good handle on her, I head up the back stairs. At the third-floor landing there's a small bench that faces a picture window. I know this place well enough to know the camera can't catch anything in that nook. That's my destination.
Evie buries her face in my neck as her wet pussy grinds against my jeans. I take the stairs faster than I ever have. Once I hit the nook, I slam her against the wall. My cock throbs as I grind against her soft form.
"Luke," she moans, "I need you." My hair is up but she yanks the base of my skull, and I groan.
"You want to come, sweetheart?" I nip at her lips. She nods wildly, and I put myself down on the bench with Evie kneeling over me.
My hand gropes her ass, pulling her even closer as our mouths meet. She tastes like the white wine she had at the mixer. I lift her and flip her around.
A soft whine escapes her parted lips as she catches sight of us in the reflection of the window. My left hand slides aroundher hip and teases her thigh. Fuck me, she's wearing garters attached to the top of the stockings. My thumb plays at the edge and follows the line up.
My right hand slides down the front of her stretchy red dress. I tease her hard nipple over the lacy fabric of her bra.
I let out a very un-beta-like growl as my left hand tests her core. Her panties are drenched. My breath fans over her neck as I flick her clit through the material and let my other hand slide under the bra. Her tit is huge and firm in my hand, and my cock leaks in response. Her ass wiggles, and it's only making me harder. My control is holding on by a fucking thread.
"P-Please," Evie whimpers. "Don't tease me."
My tongue slides up her neck, and I gently bite her ear as I pull her panties to the side. I brush the backs of my fingers over her slit.
She begs softly.
"Better keep it down," I taunt. "Or you'll have every alpha in the place fighting for the chance to mount this slick little pussy." She grinds against my jeans, and my length throbs in response.
"I don't want any of them," she whispers.
"Good, because I won't share," I murmur against her ear as I plunge two fingers deep inside her. She trembles as I hold her in place, giving her body the confined feeling she needs to feel safe. "Not with any of the men downstairs."
My palm brushes her clit as my other hand strums her nipple. The light fluttering of her walls over my thick digits is intense. This is why omegas are so dangerous. Her pheromones tinge the air, and I feel high from the rush of them in my system.
I work my fingers and crook them until I find the place that makes her beg. Our reflection is sexy as fuck. Evie is desperate. Our eyes meet in the glass, and it sends a thump to my heart. She's so beautiful in this way that sneaks up on you, but once you see it it's impossible to miss.
"So close," she whimpers, her small hands clutching at my forearms. "L-Luke…"
"You wish this was my cock." I bite and suck her neck. "Don't you, dirty girl? I really fucking wish it was."
