Page 29 of Isla

Harrison

Thebeatofthe music vibrated through the speakers and my chest at the same time. All the while, I tried to not show my agitation at Isla dancing with other men. Yes, she was dancing with women too, but as Isla’s hips swayed to the beat, I knew all eyes were on her.

I arranged to have dinner with Isla, but had to call off because a business meeting with a music company took me away for longer than I wanted.

Now I was glancing at my watch too many times, trying not to rush over and drag her away. She was mine but was dancing with other alphas and forgot our marriage agreement.

I’d jokingly mentioned getting married, and she laughed at my joke, but the more I thought about it; my plan was perfect.

Though I wasn’t sure she was going to fall for it. She had just jilted one alpha at the altar and I expected that meant she wasn’t in a rush again. But if I married her, Finn and King would understand my need for her and not brush her off for not being perfect.

Not that she wasn’t perfect, she was, she was gorgeous with a smile I would fall for every single time and the way she looked at me, like she already felt me, but she would shake her head and brush it away.

I stood at the edge of the dance floor as she held her arms in the air and danced with two girls as betas and alphas sniffed around them. And normally I didn’t get involved, but omegas not on suppressants were rare and Isla was an omega who enjoyed being an omega. She liked the attention her perfume brought her, and she revelled in the prowling these men, these alphas did.

And then it hit me—she wanted to get laid.

No fucking way, unless it was me.

As she danced, she turned and her attention landed on me, tilting her head to one side, she smiled. She looked beautiful with her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail that flicked at the ends, that and a slight glisten on her face made her look angelic.

I dressed casual but smart in a nice pair of charcoal trousers with a light grey button-down shirt, no tie though, I left two buttons open at the top.

Isla was dressed in a shimmery silver dress which was mid-thigh and showed off her amazingly toned legs. Her high-heeled sandals were strappy and matched the colour of her dress, showing French manicured nails on her perfect, dinky toes.

Her large blue eyes met mine again. She was stunning and took my breath away. I wasn’t only attracted to her perfume, this wasn’t only biology for me—I wanted her—I wanted Isla.

I knew this wasn’t only because she was an omega.

I strolled over to her, kissed her and said a quick hello to her friends, and grabbed her hand as I pulled her away. I didn’t know what was wrong with me and I couldn’t stop myself from blurting, “did you have a think about marrying me?”

“Ah, you still think I need to get married before I have sex,” she said and laughed at me.

“Not exactly,” I said, ushering into the corridor, away from the loud music.

She almost choked on her saliva. “Are you crazy? I thought you were joking,” she hissed.

I pulled her to me until our bodies were flushed together, and I gently purred around her head. I didn’t normally try to use my alpha purr. Never needed to, women, regardless of their designation, threw themselves at me. But Isla was different, she was mine, and I wasn’t taking the chance of my pack rejecting her.

“No, I’ve already filled out the paperwork,” I said, my mouth curving up on one side at the pure brilliance of my plan. “Just think about it.”

She didn’t answer, but I could see her mulling over the idea in her head.

“Let me take you for that dinner I promised,” I said, taking her hand and leading her out of the back of the nightclub.

We went for dinner at a lovely restaurant overlooking the views of the strip. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but noticed that she was the same with me. Only the constant pings of her phone took her gazes away.

I hesitated a moment, watching her face and turned my attention to her mobile which was face down on the table beside her. “And it will get him off your back.”

Her eyelashes fluttered with rapid blinks. She pulled her plump lower lip into her mouth, and my eyes didn’t stop looking at her teeth as they dug deep, and then at her tongue when it probed out and licked over the indent.

Fuck. I wanted that mouth wrapped around my cock and quick. Married or not, she was going to be in my bed and knotted tonight.

“Why, it’s not like I’ll be your actual wife? I have to go back to England...” She hesitated and whispered, “but at least when I do, he’ll stop pestering me.”

“What is he saying?” I asked.

“That we are getting married in a registry office the moment I land in England,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And my father called me this morning, screaming at me to get myself home and beg for Noah’s forgiveness.”

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