Page 56 of The Omega's Contract

Missy

The door opens, and I freeze in the act of pulling out a coffee cup. Seb pads into the kitchen and stares at me, hungry, possessive. I feel his fiery gaze as he rakes it down my body and back up again.

“Morning.”

My mind goes blank with panic, and I squeak out a sound that barely resembles a greeting. Flashes of last night cross my mind, superheating my blood and other body parts. He’s wearing a tight, white t-shirt that hugs his chest like a second skin. It’s indecent! And the tousled, unkempt way his hair is tells me he hasn’t even brushed it. I get a vivid image of waking up beside him in bed, leaning over and kissing him, brushing his hair back. My cheeks flood with heat as I fight my overactive imagination.

I bite my lip and jump when he reaches across me.

“Relax, Missy.” Seb says in a soft rumble.

I peek at him as he slowly withdraws his hand and continue pouring my coffee, focusing on the task like its life and death. But I wish he hadn’t withdrawn his hand.

What the hell was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. There’s a freaking signed contract, and it was all too much. I didn’t think. I was…hurt. And it felt good. Oh, gods, did it feel good! But it was not okay.

The coffee spills onto the counter, and Seb gets up and rounds the bench. I back up as he takes the kettle out of my hands and cleans up the mess before sliding the mug to me.

“Thank you.” I breathe. “For this.”

He just watches me. I wish I knew what he was thinking, what was going through his mind, because I have no doubt this man thinks deeply.

“And for last night.” I spit out and promptly feel my entire face flame.

“It was my pleasure.”

Oh, god. I’m going to go up in flames, either from the sheer heat of the memory of his mouth on me or from embarrassment, but I will not survive this day.

I’m about to remind him that we have a contract and we shouldn’t have done it when I spot a second car outside.

“Is Darion here?”

Seb dips his chin. “He is. But don’t worry, he won’t bother you.”

I frown. “Bother me?”

“We won’t let him treat you like that again.”

I bite my lip because I’ve had a bit of time to think about this while I’ve been moping this morning.

“He obviously cares about her, I think-“

Seb laughs. The sound has an edge to it. “Don’t be fooled. Darion only sees her as a means to an end. Her father is a client he’s been obsessed with getting. He has no interest in fucking that omega, letting alone biting her.”

I frown. “Oh.”

“Darion is complicated, but in some ways, really simple. He has a one track mind, unfortunately. He doesn’t really see anything else.”

I frown over Seb’s words as I sip the coffee. “You all grew up in a similar way to me, right?”

Seb dips his chin again, his eyes watching me with an intensity that makes my stomach flip.

“Then how are you so okay with how those people treated you last night?”

Seb shrugs his shoulders. “The price of success is the sacrifice of certain morals. They know where we come from. They have to pay and behave better in order to get our services, but they need to put us in our place.”

I shudder. “That sounds like a nightmare.”

“Aren’t you doing the same thing?” Seb points out.

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