“No, not—you know what? I’m just putting ‘Alien Overlord’.”
“Kinky.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Grayson snapped, but the little twitch in his lips gave him away. “What doesaiumean, anyway?”
Keld stroked a thumb over his lower lip, watching Grayson’s eyes follow its progress. “Maybe I’ll tell you one day, if you’re a good Omega.”
Grayson rolled his eyes and sat up. “I’m gonna go.”
A slight pang of disappointment hit Keld squarely in the gills, but he refused to let it show. Instead, he helped gather up Grayson’s scattered clothing and watched the Omega redress.
“Think the workshop is over?” Grayson asked, pulling his jeans back over the curve of his ass.
“Probably.” Keld didn’t bother looking up at his face.The way this Omega fills out those jeans…“What are the odds your friends waited for you?”
“Guess I’m about to find out.”
Reluctantly turning away from the view, Keld opened the door and led the way out into the hall. A few couples were making good use of the dark walls around them, and he fought off the urge to slam Grayson into the nearest vertical surface.
The main room had reverted to its usual configuration, with humans and Mer mingling in the open space at the center.
“Grayson!” a female voice called. Keld glanced toward the bar and spotted Grayson’s female coworkers.
“Are they waiting for you to tell them about our escapade in detail?” Keld asked.
“Probably,” Grayson muttered. “They’re going to be disappointed, though.”
Keld turned and gripped Grayson’s chin. “Let’s give them a little taste if you’re not going to be forthcoming.”
Before Grayson could react, Keld dropped his head and kissed him. Electricity seemed to crackle in the meager air between them as Keld deepened the kiss. When his tongue brushed Grayson’s, the Omega moaned softly. Keld pulled back, noting with satisfaction that Grayson’s eyes had gone hazy.
“See you soon, Grayson,” he murmured. Without a backwards glance, Keld worked his way through the crowd and stepped out into the night.
Chapter 17
Grayson
“Don’t,” Grayson warned. He slid into the barstool next to Jenna, whose face was perfectly split between incredulity and I told you so.
“I didn’t say anything!” she protested.
“But you were going to.” Grayson waved the bartender over—an Omega of undetermined gender with soft, periwinkle scales and ghostly indigo markings up their shoulders and upper back.
It could have been Grayson’s imagination, but the Mer seemed to be fighting back a grin.
“What can I get you?” they asked. A glinting name tag on their chest read “Kir.”
“Make him that mulberry mint thing you made me!” Tara interrupted. “You have to try it, it’s incredible.”
Kir eyed Grayson for approval.
“Sure, sounds great,” Grayson muttered. The bartender was definitely smiling now.
“You got it,” the Mer said.
As they worked, Grayson buried his face in his hands. “I can’t believe I did that.”
“I can,” Jenna offered unhelpfully.
