I follow her, trying to figure out what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. Is she turned on by how tall I am, hoping my dick measures up?
Worried about how big our babies might be?
Trying to figure out how hard it would be to kill me?
Honestly, all three options excite me.
“Maybe here?” Beth slows as she reaches a cluster of bushes. She rises up on her tiptoes to see what’s on the other side. Her oversized sweatpants hug her perky ass, letting me see both perfect globes. She really has the sweetest little body. It was agony not to feel every inch of her last night, but I like my partners to be conscious when I take advantage of them.
“Mind waiting over there? I’d like some privacy.” Beth gives me a very sweet smile, and alarm bells ring.
Omegas like to run.
That’s what my brother said when I called and told him we were getting a mate. He joined a pack last year that got their own omega from a local academy. He lives in the city so I can’t visit, but apparently she likes to keep the whole pack on their toes.
“I’ll wait right here,” I say, crossing my arms.
Beth looks me up and down, not moving a muscle. She’s so cute in her oversized T-shirt and giant sweatpants. They both swallow her up, making her look so damn tiny. But it’s her pointed nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her shirt that demands all my attention. They look long and hard. Begging to be sucked.
“Don’t you have to go, too?” Beth asks, bunching up the front of her shirt.
“I’ll go when you’re done,” I say, but I’ll probably wait until after I return her to Killian. The thought of her running is stuck in my head. There’s no way I’ll be able to relax long enough to piss.
“Okay.” Beth’s exaggerated smile returns, but I see it fall right before she turns away from me. It’s a bit manipulative.And I fucking love it.This omega won’t be boring in the least.
I keep a respectable distance, watching as Beth ducks behind the bushes. There is some rustling of leaves, then everything goes quiet. Too quiet.
“It’s kind of hard to do this with you right there listening.” Her voice cuts through the silence. “Can you sing or something?”
“Sing?” I make a face. She definitely doesn’t want me to sing. “I don’t do that.”
“Okay,” she says. “Talk about your home or Jeremy. Whatever. Just make some noise.”
I inhale deeply, trying to think what the hell to say. “Jeremy joined our pack about four years ago,” I blurt out the first thing that jumps into my head.
“Yeah?” Her voice rises, making me think she wants me to speak louder too.
“Kill and I met back when we were kids,” I match her volume. “We met Basil about ten years back. But it wasn’t until we met Jeremy that we decided to get an omega.” I pause, not sure if she has any questions or wants to hear something different. I’m sure she would rather hear about how we all fell in love, or some romantic moment, but I’m not good with that flowery bullshit.
That’s Basil’s department. He always knows how to make Jeremy swoon.
“Beth?” I pause, listening to the slight rustle of leaves. But it’s not the sound of someone relieving themselves. It’s someone with tiny feet and big-ass sandals, trying to move through the brush.
Frustrated, I march straight toward the bushes, ready to chase down the little spitfire. “Omega!” I grab a handful of branches and pull them back, ripping one whole bush out of the ground. Clumps of dirt erupt, flinging all over my face and chest.
“What the hell?” Beth growls when our eyes meet. She’s still squatting, holding a handful of leaves in one hand, and her bunched-up shirt in the other.
“I…uh…” My mouth hangs open, not sure what to do. “I didn’t mean to—” I cut myself off, then I try to set the bush back where I got it. It sits awkwardly on the cracked earth, refusing to stay upright.
“Go away,” Beth demands in a harsh whisper, clearly very embarrassed to have been caught in such a vulnerable position. “Get out!” She drops the leaves, pushing at my hips.
Desperate to escape, I turn, and march to the other side of a great big pine, waiting for her to finish. I have to apologize. I know that. But I’m not really sure how. Do I just blurt it out? Try to explain myself? Or do I pretend it never happened?
Honestly, that’s what I want to do.
And hopefully, she does too.
“Hey!” Killian yells out in the distance. I push away from the tree, standing a little taller when our eyes meet. “Everything okay?”
