Page 4 of Omega's Runaway Love
He gave me an exaggerated pout. “Why come to a club if you don’t want to dance?”
“I’m just here to enjoy the music.”
“A big handsome alpha like you, all alone here just for the music?” He clucked his tongue. “What a shame… You’re just my type too. I love a man with strong arms and a broad chest, and your dark hair is just begging for me to run my hands through it.”
I withheld a sigh. I could see the writing on the wall. This omega—I’d already forgotten his name—had his sights set on me, and wasn’t planning on giving up. For a moment I considered lying, and telling him that I was injured. But then I’d have to remember to fake it later, and I wasn’t sure if I was up to that.
“I really am here just for the music,” I tried one more time.
He batted his eyelashes. “Please. Won’t you dance with me?”
This had to be payback for years of my pushiness with cute omegas. Because now I had the choice of being more forceful with my refusals, and looking like an asshole, or giving in just to appease him.
I needed a time machine to go back and tell myself not to be that alpha who thought ‘no’ was up for negotiation. Because karma was biting me in the ass hard for it now that the shoe was on the other foot.
“I guess once won’t kill me,” I replied. “But just one dance.”
“Of course,” he replied, his tone and body language telling me that he had no intention of letting it be just one dance.
At least that was a problem for future-me—five minutes into the future, but at least I had those few minutes to plan. The biggest hurdle: keeping my cock soft, no matter how hard he started grinding on it.
I knew the game, because I’d played it for too long. If you were only guaranteed one dance, then you tried everything in your power to make it clear that the night didn’t have to end with dancing. Hell, for years I’d even reserved a room in the hotel across the street every weekend so that I could take my omega of choice back there after getting them all hot and bothered, rather than fuck them in the alley.
If my cock so much astwitchedwhile he was grinding on it, he would take it as a sign to keep harassing me all night. But if he thought that cute little body of his did absolutely nothing for me… then maybe there was a chance he’d leave me alone.
I stood, and he immediately looped his arm around mine, somehow managing to make it look as if I was leading, while practically dragging me to the stairs that would take us down to the dance floor.
His friends kept back a short distance, and I wondered if they already had alphas waiting, or if they planned to grind up against whoever looked free.
The VIP attendant saw us coming and pulled aside the velvet rope, removing the final barrier between a very determined omega and the dance floor.
He tugged me over until we hit the edge of the throng, which was thick enough to prevent him from dragging me deeper. He seemed undaunted, turning and wrapping one arm around my neck while he pressed himself against me.
I wasn’t surprised when I felt the press of an erection against my hip, but part of me was disappointed that I’d been correct in my assessment of the situation.
He smirked up at me, eyes searching for my reaction, but I refused to acknowledge it, keeping the same forced smile that I had since agreeing to dance.
His facade cracked for just a second as he scowled, however he recovered quickly. He released his hold on my neck just long enough to spin around and press his ass to my crotch, then reached up behind with both hands and tangled his fingers behind my neck.
I placed my hands on his sides, far enough up that it was obvious that I wasn’t trying to grab at his ass, but just tight enough that I didn’t have to worry if he was possibly too drunk for whatever he had planned.
He settled his ass against my crotch and started grinding back to the beat.
Luckily I was so annoyed with him that I didn’t even have to force my cock to stay still. It didn’t want anything more to do with him than the rest of me.
He tried harder as the dance went on, and at one point I was pretty sure that I smelled some of hisslick, but I was counting down to the end of the song so that I could say I met my obligation and bail.
Finally the song ended, and I extricated myself from his grasp.
“Aw, don’t you want another dance?” he asked, leaning in and walking his fingers up my chest.
I set my hands on his shoulders and stepped back, holding him at arm’s length. “Thank you, but I’m not used to dancing as much as I used to.”
He squirmed out of my grasp and slid up to me again, pressing his chest to mine. “We could do a different kind of dance, if that’s what you’d prefer.”
And there it was.
I stepped away again. “I’m flattered, but I’m not interested.”
