Page 13 of Isla

“It’s gorgeous,” she whispered, dragging her coat off her back and throwing it on the bed with her bag before strolling to the window and glancing down at the lit up strip as the evening dusk advanced.

My cock hardened, going from the semi I’d had since I saw her to solid in two seconds flat, when my eyes roamed over her creamy, naked back. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth and stroked it around my lips, knowing she was going to be a delight I was going to taste and enjoy.

I was a back man, there was something so appealing about seeing the curve from the hip to the waist, then the spine that looked like an instrument to be played especially when I was thrusting my cock deep inside her and twisting her hair in my hand. And my god, her neck was so slender, all I could think about was how irresistible it would look with my teeth sucking on her flesh before I claimed her.

“Thanks Harrison,” she said. Her accent was unmistakeably English. “Just a minute.”

She rushed to her bag, which she had thrown on the bed, and pulled out her purse.

“No,” I said. “Keep it.”

She laughed. “Said no bellhop ever.”

Bellhop.

She laid her small hand on my arm and rubbed it and smiled, and that one simple touch sent shivers through my body and I knew I was already hers. I fought the overwhelming urge to mark her—to claim her.

I was an alpha, but not a beast.

I smiled as she closed her eyes and her nose tilted in the air as she considered my scent, really wanting to ask what I smelled of to her.

But not yet.

First, I needed to let my pack know she was here—let them know our omega had just checked into our hotel.

I hoped this time we all felt the same.

Taking the elevator one level up and with an enormous grin on my face, I opened the door to my home. Throwing the key card and my wallet on the desk and slapping Finn on his back.

Still sitting, he spun around in his chair, his bright blue eyes narrowing at my smile.

“What’s with the shit-eating grin?” he grunted. “And it better be good because you’ve disturbed my focus.”

Finn was obsessed with checking on the casino, scanning from table to table, ensuring the patrons weren’t doing anything underhand.

“I’ve just scented the most delicious omega,” I said, still grinning.

“There’s always a decent smelling omega, but most are too musky for my liking.” Finn spun around to face his computer screen again. His need for an omega had waned over the years. His focus was now on his obsession with finding that one gambler, the one that thought they could beat our system—his system.

Nobody was that good.

Finn developed it, installing cameras that detected unusual movements. A flick of the hand to uncover a card. The movement of eyes as a poker player counted the cards.

Finn used his skills every day, honing the system, removing any flaws or adding extra precautions.

“Her perfume is not only delicious, but good enough to bite. She is gorgeous.”

“To bite... you mean to claim?” he murmured. “Don’t believe you.”

“Okay. Whatever. Do what you want to do, because she isn’t staying in the honeymoon suite and she didn’t turn up in a wedding dress that she hacked in what looks like frustration by the mess she left.” I stopped and waited because I knew he was listening. “Oh, and in case you decide to look for her, she is around five four, has big bright blue eyes, a similar colour to yours, and honey blonde hair.”

Finn swallowed. She was definitely what he liked in an omega.

One... two... three...

“And I know she’s the one,” I muttered. “She’s the one we’ve been waiting for, been looking for, and she turns up in our hotel in a fucking wedding dress. Which means we were close to losing her.”

He clicked on the keyboard and opened up the cameras to the honeymoon suite. We never, ever, normally did this. Unless, of course, we thought there was a drug deal going down, a domestic dispute or a criminal offence that involved weapons.

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