Page 22 of Omega's Runaway Love
“It’ll be even better with you there.”
I leaned in, ready to ask him to take me back to his place after all.
“Good evening gentlemen,” a female voice said.
Both Cadence and I broke eye contact and turned to her.
“My name is Amanda, and I’ll be your server this evening,” she said with a smile. “Is there anything I can start you off with?”
I stared, still trying to decide if I wanted to get out of there or not, but Cadence stepped in.
“Do you like calamari Zaya?”
I looked at him and nodded. “Yeah.”
He grinned. “Great!” Then he turned back to our waitress. “We’ll start with the calamari, and I’ll have a glass of pinot grigio.”
I recovered quickly, and ordered a glass of wine for myself.
After our waitress left, I slipped off one shoe and ran my foot up Cadence’s calf.
His eyes darkened again, and we spent the next hour and a half trying to keep conversation polite while teasing each other senseless.
Chapter 10 - Cadence
I pulled the car back into the garage, and leaned over the center to kiss Zaya.
“Shall I walk you home?” I offered, desperately trying to not make assumptions, despite the fact that we’d driven each other crazy all evening.
Zaya grinned against my lips. “Only if by ‘home’ you mean inside with you.”
I couldn’t hold back a growl of desire. I’d tried not to get ahead of myself as he teased me through dinner, but the thought of claiming him had refused to be set aside.
“You know what will happen if I take you in there with me,” I rumbled.
Zaya dragged his lips across my cheek until his mouth was next to my ear. “Make me yours, alpha.”
He then released his seatbelt and scrambled over the center.
I gasped when I found myself with a lapful of omega. The noise turned into a groan of desire as he rolled his hips and pressed a prominent erection against my stomach.
I grabbed his perfect ass with one hand, and used the other to pull his face against mine, plunging my tongue into his hot mouth.
Zaya rolled his hips again and moaned as his clothed cock dragged against my middle.
My cock strained in my pants, desperate for friction, but our position meant that he was higher up than that.
I released his head, reached beside me and slid the seat back. Zaya immediately dropped down on my lap.
“Fuck,” he gasped, grinding against my cock. “I need that inside me.”
“Soon,” I promised.
Zaya whined and ground against me again, then we both jumped as a blare blasted through the garage.
It took a moment, then I started laughing. Zaya quickly followed suit.
“I guess the horn works,” he teased, grinding against me again.
