Page 16 of Stolen Omega

The disappointment doesn’t leave his face as he moves down the hallway, glancing back.

Probably just a fan. If Zey knew he wanted to meet her she’d let him in and talk to him.

She’s more trusting of people than I am, and I know how thankful she is for her fans, and how much time she would have for them if she was given the chance to meet them more often.

I nod at our hallway security, and he closes the door as I take the tray into the suite.

The server is in the elevator by now, probably thinking of me as that prick of a bodyguard.

Well, I don’t care if he’s Zelena’s biggest fan.

It’s safer if she doesn’t interact with strangers.

Besides, I’m feeling a little more possessive than normal. I don’t want anyone around her who isn’t me, unless it’s Archer. Too bad that’s not an option in general, but it’s just us tonight, and that’s exactly how it should be.

“Finally,” she says, leaning forward as I place the huge tray on the coffee table. “I feel like I haven’t eaten all week.”

I take the lids off the food. It looks and smells as delicious as ever, but nothing’s ever going to hold the same appeal as a true mate’s scent and taste. I’ve barely inhaled a breath of what Zelena has to offer, and already I want so much more.

“Mmm,” she murmurs around a mouthful of hot sauce covered cucumber.

I go to the mini bar by the side of the TV, keeping myself busy getting us bottled water while she snacks on some salad, making sexy little noises that don’t help with the twitching that’s still going on inside my pants.

Thinking unsexy thoughts is incredibly difficult when everything she does sets my blood on fire.

If I’m sitting next to her all night while she’s being herself, I doubt it’ll be long before she notices my dick keeps making my pants tent.

Fuck. What would Archer do?

I don’t fucking know.

Damn it.

“Aren’t you hungry?” she asks, as she picks up the salad plate which now also has a few chicken wings and one of the hot sauce bowls on it.

I glance at the plate she’s made for me. Very little salad. Lots of wings.

Some things never change. I put another couple wings on her plate, and she pulls a face at me.

“Fine, fine!” she says. “I’ll eat more meat if you start on yours now?”

“I can wait,” I admit, wanting to make sure she gets as much as she needs.

Those dance routines are hard work. She needs the sustenance, and she would never eat enough if I wasn’t here piling more protein onto her plate.

“Well, you don’t know what you’re missing,” she tells me, shrugging as she keeps picking at the salad. “These cucumbers are gonna be all gone soon.”

“I think I can live with that.”

She laughs, and it makes me laugh. It relaxes me a little bit.

Tonight doesn’t have to be different from any other night.

I sink into the left side of the couch, leaving a gap that could fit two average sized people between us. I untuck my shirt to make what’s going on in my pants less obvious.

My dick hasn’t shown any sign of settling down.

She smiles at me briefly, and I smile back, making her blush just a little.

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