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I mean, unless someone died or something. Then maybe that would be a decent reason, but even then he could have brought me with him.

That fucking dick! I believed him, and I think that's what bothers me more than anything.

I can't decide if I'm being over-dramatic because my feelings are hurt or if I really do have a legitimate reason to be pissed.

"Come here, princess," Vik says, gently pulling my arm. "Cut the shit and I won't spank your ass red for ignoring me for the last few weeks."

"Spank me?" I hiss, ripping my arm away. "Fuck you."

My hand flies at his face before I can convince myself it's a terrible idea. His stupid fluffy beard muffles the contact. That would have stung a lot worse if he wasn't a woolly mammoth in human form.

Vik doesn't say a word. He doesn't even look pissed. He seems frustrated, and a bit sad? I know I'm not the most intuitive omega, but he's not looking at me like he wants to strangle me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, backing away. I'm not sure why seeing him look disappointed scares me a million times worse than the angriest I've seen him.

"You will be," Vik says, lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder. It feels so familiar that I forget to fight. My hands grip at his pockets to keep from bouncing around.

He walks us past the bathrooms and into a door markedEmployees Only.

The next thing I know I'm back on my feet as Vik slides his knee between my thighs. He tilts his head down, brushing his lips against mine. He stares straight into my eyes. My tits are popping out of the top of the tight dress. Likely a side effect of being over his shoulder, but he doesn't look at my body at all.Callused hands scratch over my dress as his palms land on my hips.

His leather and tobacco scent is thick in the air, blending with mine. The warm flick of his tongue over my lower lip makes me gasp. Vik shoves his tongue into my mouth. My hands dig into his strong shoulders, pulling him closer as he devours me whole.

My nipples ache with the same throbbing that echoes in my pussy. That massive, heavy cock of his bumps my stomach as he grinds into me.

I'm three seconds away from climbing him, when I remember I'm still really fucking pissed. I'm not sure how he knows it's coming but his hands fly up, blocking my knee just in time.

His teeth rake over my lower lip as he releases a satisfying oomph.

Ha!

Maybe I didn't fully get him, but I'm sure his balls don't feel great right now.

I hope it hurts even worse since he has a hard-on. He gives me a look that makes me shiver.

My impulses scream to run and see if the alpha in front of me can catch and tame me.

I laugh. "Sorry, Vik. I'm on a date, and I need to get back to it."

Chapter Six

Viktor

My heart thunders as I stare down at Anastasia. She's every bit as beautiful as I remember. Only, she was a whole lot more docile when I left.

My head shakes involuntarily as I think about it. I never intended to be gone a month, but shit went down.

I wasn't coming back until I was sure she'd be safe.

"As I said," Anastasia says in a sickly sweet tone. "I've got things I need to do. Mainly Chance. He had a couple of really good-looking friends. Maybe I'll try them out, too."

"Oh, princess, you're really working on my last nerve," I growl, slamming her back against the wall. Even in her sky-high heels she barely hits my shoulder.

"Too bad," Ana says, laughing. "Let me go. I'm done with this conversation."

A low, feral growl rattles out of my chest. Anastasia's perfume is heavy in the air, but I'm old enough to realize physical response doesn't equal consent.

"I get that you're upset." I brush my cheek against hers. "I never wanted to be away for so long."

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