Page 18 of Reeling for His Omega

His eyes searched mine for something. We weren’t saying the thing out loud. From his scent and my wolf’s instincts, we were on the same page.

“It did, but I need something from you, Eryx.”

My voice dropped an octave from the thickness of lust. “What do you need, omega? Tell me. All of it.”

“I have a confession first.”

I growled, low and deep. “Go on.”

“When they installed the seats, all I could think about was me and you making out in the back of the theater like a couple of teenagers on a date.”

I grabbed his hand. “Then let’s make that happen.”

“Wha…Eryx. We can’t.”

“Why not? It’s my theater. I’ll make out with my omega if I want to. Anytime I want to.”

He stopped and let go of my hand. “Say it again.”

“It’s my theater.” I knew good and well what he wanted to hear, but he was so easy to tease.

“You know what I mean.” A slight whimper in his voice broke me. Guilt flooded me. Teasing my omega was not nice.

“I’ll make out with my omega in my theater anytime I want to.”

“Yours?” he asked.

“Is that okay?”

He let out a long sigh. “It’s very good since you’re my mate. I’m sure of it.”

We didn’t make it to the theater but I promised to make it up to him. I kissed him there, pressed up against the concessions counter. He tasted like he smelled. Like caramel popcorn and salt and all the things I loved about movies and life.

“Alpha,” he said, breaking away breathlessly. “Take me somewhere. Your house. My house. Somewhere.”

“Which one?” I asked, running my hand across his hardness.

“Whichever is closest and has a bed.”

Chapter Sixteen

Joaquin

His place was closer. So we climbed in his car and drove there immediately.

Once we got past the roadblock of my business being in jeopardy, it seemed that the walls were down between us. He was hot, no question, but I’d managed to not think about that while I was panicked about losing my cart, but now that we’d reached an agreement, I could see him through new eyes.

He could have made more money running the concessions himself, no question, but he’d generously offered it to me. And he loved my mural, in fact suggested that we do another one in the hallway, down the line. Popcorn and art? It was my dream job. And this alpha was my dream mate.

His wolf is fine, too. My tiger’s smug tone had my hackles up.

How do you know? Have you seen him?

You really don’t know?

Obviously. Sometimes my tiger liked playing with his other half. A little like a cat with a mouse.

Where?