Page 94 of Carmichael's Omega

"What?" A girl asks me.

I just shake my head. And my hips. And my bum. There's whistling in the crowd. Did someone lose their dog? I saw a puppy, right?

I turn to look out at the crowd just as there a hush falls. The laughter and whistles stop, even though the music thuds on.

"Is that Carmichael Reyes?"

Now I can hear that girl very clearly.

"No mames, Conejita."

I look into eyes that are white-blue and blazing. So very handsome. I think hard. Swaying, I reach out and touch dusky skin covered in day-old dark stubble. Swiftly striking, his mouth turns, and sharp teeth nip my fingertips gently.

I pull my hand back, squealing and giggling. "Doberman!" I announce.

Strong hands wrap around my bare thighs and lift. I slide down, examining those blue eyes again. So very pretty.

"A Doberman," I tell him, again, once we're face to face. That's not rude. A Doberman is a majestic, powerful, yet intimidating dog.

"Cassidy," my Doberman-man says my name in a gravelly voice. He's shaking as he gathers me more comfortably in his arms and starts to carry me away from the other dancing girls. I wrap my legs around his waist and loop my arms around his neck. I try to grasp my hands together behind him for more stability, but they won't listen. No matter, he's a strong puppy. I won't fall.

I nuzzle his cheek, giggling. "Doberman-man! That's so funny!"

My Doberman-man growls. Just. Like. A. Doberman. I gasp and smile at him in approval. Gently, I kiss his cheek. "Good boy."

My Doberman-man grimaces. "You're going to feel this tomorrow,Conejita. How did you get here?"

"I got a ride from a golden retriever," I tell him, "but," I lean in, whispering, "I like Dobermans more. OK?"

"I'm going to tan your pretty ass,Chula. When you're sober, so you know exactly what you're in trouble for." He walks out of the house and down the sidewalk.

I turn in his arms to look at my bum. Is it tan? No, it's lavender and silky, just like my dress. My Doberman-man shifts me and taps my lavender bum with his hand. "Turn around,Chulita." I do, instantly. The whole world is blurry. How did it do that?

"'Kay. I'm tired. I want to sleep, Doberman-man."

He sighs, "go ahead,mi Mujer Hermosa. Go to sleep."

I listen to my Doberman-man, snuggling my head onto his shoulder and inhaling the scent of desert and danger with the hint of sweetness on top.

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Carmichael

Mattie is my shadow as I carry my female back to the Alpha-Upsilon House. Cassidy is whimpering drunkenly, her body slack in my arms. Her honey scent is mixed with whatever poison she was drinking, along with dozens of other scents. It makes my alpha-wolf flash fang that his omega female doesn't smell of her usual sweetness and him and nothing else.

I'm shaking from the effort to prevent my wolf from going back to the Kappa frat house and destroying it. Seeing my mate dancing on a table in her short little dress...¡Chale!

I can't help but growl as we walk along, administering a couple of sharp taps to her ass that make her mumble and squirm in my arms.

"Shh," I murmur. She's plastered. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that she's never been drunk before. Her first experience, and she left me, left her sorority, left her friends, to go off with a stranger.

I stop and close my eyes, just breathing. My female was in danger.Quediosa me ayude.

"Carm?" Mattie's voice is hesitant and wary. "Are you alright?"

I breathe out slowly before answering. "No,Nene. Your sister placed herself in danger. It seems that my omegas are both foolish," I bite out.

"C-Cassie's not a drinker," comes the immediate protest. "She didn't know."

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