Page 56 of Isla

King

Andthatwaswhat I really wanted. I wanted to kiss her and scent mark her, but I still wanted her to change the colour of her mask. I also knew she wasn’t Sienna. I knew by her scent she was Isla, and she was the girl Harrison knew was our omega, and for the first time, Finn agreed.

“But kissing is good,” I said, lacing my fingers through her hair, staring in her bright sapphire blue eyes as her face got closer and closer.

Finally, our lips touched, and it wasn’t only her perfume that was intoxicating, it was her.

“Do you have a pack?” she asked when she pulled away. Her head canted to one side as she waited.

“I do,” I said, and she glared at me.

“You have a pack and are here on omega island?” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Do you cheat on your omega?”

“I have a pack, but we don’t have an omega.”

“You come here for a bit of fun?” she asked. “Are your pack happy with that?”

“Is that why you are here, Isla?”

She stopped and stared. Her tongue swiped over her lip as she considered what I’d said.

“A bit of fun, yes,” she replied.

I shook my head and scoffed, “You could have had that without coming here.”

“I like that nobody gets attached. I can walk away from an alpha and not have to run or hide,” she said, lifting her eyebrow, which to me looked flirtatious, but to her I expect she thought it looked confident. “Which is the reason you shouldn’t know my name.”

She didn’t have a clue how wrong she was.

“I overheard an omega call you,” I lied. “Now why don’t you be a good girl and go to your room and put your red mask on, and we’ll leave the black mask for tomorrow.”

She spluttered and coughed. “You don’t wait around, do you?”

With my hand on her neck, I pulled her to me as her eyes looked around my face as she tried to imagine what I looked like under the mask. My lips pressed on hers, slowly, carefully, not wanting to scare her, and it was there again, the shiver that romance books claimed skated down your spine as you connected with someone. Yes, Isla was my omega, but this wasn’t only an omega alpha pairing, this was me wanting her. Needing her.

She opened her mouth for my tongue as we deepened our kiss. Lips, tongue and teeth clashed as did our hands as passion unleashed. I broke off the kiss, swiped my tongue over my lips, quickly missing the taste of her. Then I dragged her against my mouth again and with each kiss; I felt an overpowering urge to claim her. The beast inside wanted her right now.

“Sorry, I have to stop,” she said, pulling away.

“Did I do something wrong?”

She gently shook her head. “No, but I shouldn’t be here. It took me to kiss you to realise.”

“You’re not making sense.”

"It’s you... sorry, it’s me. I keep running away from alphas…" She sighed and looked away.

I smiled and she tilted her head to one side and scowled at me.

“You’re not running away from me.”

“No, I mean I shouldn't be here and it's being with you that's made me realise my mistake. I don’t know why, but you remind me of them.”

“Them? Why?” I pushed, hoping she was going to admit it was my scent. That it blended with my two pack mates for her delicate nose.

She pushed herself off my lap and ran to the door, unlocking the door as I rose and followed her. I didn’t chase her, just lagged at a respectable distance. But as she reached the door to her beach side suite, that was when I raced to meet her there.

She turned feeling me behind her, lifted her dress, and my eyes drifted over her perfect lean and lightly tanned legs, before my gaze rose upwards until I stopped at a white garter with a small button atop, she flicked her nail under the top and our eyes locked.

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