Page 19 of Stolen Omega

He’s definitely distracted. I didn’t realize how much attention he really gave me every time we were alone like this before. Now that he’s so unfocused it’s blatantly obvious something’s wrong.

I put the chicken wing bone down and pick up a napkin to wipe my lips and hand, my gaze moving from the screen to him. His bright eyes are studying the TV set as if he’s trying to see through it. His frown makes him look more serious than usual. I’ve seen it before, don’t get me wrong, but he always makes an effort to keep things light when we’re close like this. His serious side only usually comes out when he’s dealing with the business of being my bodyguard.

“Russ?” I ask, not sure I’m ready for the gut-punch of being told he’s got a girlfriend, but not willing to sit here pretending everything’s fine when it’s clearly not.

Even if he is taken, he’s been a good friend to me, and if I can repay that kindness, I’d like to at least try. Asking what’s wrong is the bare minimum a good friend would do.

“Uh, huh?” he murmurs, barely glancing away from the screen.

“Is something …” I start, trailing off when my gaze is drawn to movement at his lap.

Oh my God. His dick is so hard I can practically see veins through the stretched crotch of his pants.

My mouth drops open, a smile starting to make the corners twitch.

He’s conflicted because he likes me.

How could I not see that?

“Is something—” he repeats, cutting off when he turns his head.

He sees me staring at his crotch, and it takes serious effort to drag my gaze upwards, especially when his dick punches against the front of his pants, making the corner of his shirt fall back.

We stare at each other for a few breathless seconds.

And then my perfume comes rushing back, and the conflicting emotions inside my chosen mate disappear completely. He loves me, and he wants this. It’s a heady rush to feel that certainty from him, to know his feelings for me echo mine for him. Without a single word passing between us.

He opens his mouth, closes it, and moves in close. “To hell with the rules.”

I smile as he leans in for a kiss. “To hell with the rules.”

Chapter Seven

Russ

I never understood what getting lost in a moment really meant until Zelena’s perfume filled up the air in the room, and I knew with one searing stare that she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.

Instinct took me over completely, and every move I made was in sync with her signals.

I lost myself to the feel of her lips against mine, to the taste of her mouth and the touch of her hands on my neck and in my hair. I didn’t think about anything other than how damn good it all felt.

I didn’t think about what we were starting.

Didn’t consider the consequences.

Those didn’t sink in until that moment broke with my mate’s intake of breath between kisses.

Her parents will find out about this, you idiot.

They’ll make sure you never get to see her again.

You’ll lose her completely if you mess this up.

It took a few minutes to hit me, but when it did, I slowed the kiss and broke away, guilt burning through me. If I mess this up, I’m not the only one who loses a true mate. Archer would never forgive me, and the three of us would never get the chance to be a pack.

“This doesn’t have to be …” Zey starts, trailing off as she looks at me.

“Your contract,” I murmur.

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