“There’s no deal,” Ryker insists, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’re blowing this way out of proportion. We just need to talk about this calmly.”
My eyes narrow as I catch him staring at my breasts again, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“You want me to calm down?” I snarl, taking a step toward him. “Then stop looking at my tits and explain what’s happening!”
A flash of amusement crosses his face. “Can you blame me? You’re not wearing a bra, and your nipples are showing.” He makes no effort to avert his gaze, his eyes raking over my body with naked hunger. “How am I supposed to think clearly when you’re dressed like that?”
Oh my god. If I don’t set him straight right now, we might end up fucking on the floor again.
Heat floods my face from how horny he was making me under his gaze, my pussy clenching with an arousal that makes no sense given the circumstances.
“My eyes are up here,” I say, pointing to my face, but my voice comes out breathier than I intended. “And I want to leave this island. Right now. And you’re going to help me.”
“That’s not possible,” he says, his voice dropping to thatlow, rumbling tone that makes my thighs clench while staring at my boobs.
“And why not? Unless you’re saying I’m permanently kidnapped by you?”
“Because you’re almost in heat,” he says simply.
I roll my eyes, but even as I do, I feel a fresh pulse of wetness between my legs. My pussy has been throbbing throughout this entire argument, my body responding to Ryker’s dark gaze even though it’s a terrible idea to get horny right now.
“Whatever, I don’t believe you,” I say. “Who is this Keith person anyway, and why would you make any kind of deal with him?”
Ryker sighs, finally dragging his eyes up to meet mine. “Keith used to own this island. The resort, the land, everything. I’ve made a deal with him, and that’s that.”
“What kind of deal?”
“Keith made me an offer. He’d let me develop and manage the resort if I’d introduce eligible women to him.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “What?!”
“He’s just a playboy,” Ryker says quickly. “He likes beautiful women. I thought it was a win-win situation. He gets dates, I get a shot at building something of my own. He always seemed like a nice guy. It was a great deal... until the day I finally met my soulmate.”
“Soulmate?”
“You,” he says, looking at me with such intensity that I take an involuntary step back.
I let out a huff of disbelief. “I’m not your soulmate, and I never will be.”
“Then what’s that smell?” he asks, taking a step toward me. The movement brings him close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
“What smell?” I ask, though I know exactly what hemeans. My aroused grape smell is growing stronger by the minute.
“You know exactly what scent I’m talking about,” he growls, inhaling deeply.
I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly self-conscious. “You made a really stupid deal. Are you really willing to lose everything over me?”
“There are always loopholes,” Ryker says, closing the distance between us. His hand cups my pussy through my shorts, the pressure making me gasp. “And I’m willing to lose a lot for you, little omega.”
His touch sends electricity racing through my body. I’m so turned on I can smell myself, the musky smell of grapes filling the room.
My pussy clenches at his touch even though there’s fabric in between.
I look around and see that all the men have visible erections now, watching us with hungry eyes. Even Alaric, usually so reserved, is palming himself through his pants, his eyes locked on Ryker’s hand between my legs.
“Perhaps we should check her temperature,” Alaric suggests, his voice strained. “To be safe.”
I push Ryker’s hand away, trying to ignore how much I miss the contact.
