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Lukas
I rub my chin impatiently as I wait for Sebastian and Darion to hurry the fuck up. The thin black singlet feels too tight on my body, and I wish I’d chosen something else. I couldn’t sit in the car, couldn’t be there around her. I’d needed space, so I walked out, sent a message to Darion, and took my baby for a joyride, only to find myself here early, unable to force myself to be anywhere else. The sound of music makes the air throb around me, and the gleeful shouts from people three thirds of the way to being sloshed are like nails on a chalkboard.
A black SUV pulls into the carpark. I lean against my car, feigning nonchalance. The car ticks as it cools.The sound is louder than it needs to be; I think with irritation. I will those doors to open, but it feels like it takes forever. Darion hops out, followed by Sebastian and then her.
I instantly forget about everything else. My brain is fried. Her black pants look like water on her legs. The black boots with all the little chains are so fucking hot I can see them wrapped around my waist while I fuck her. The plain black tee looks even more devastating with a leather jacket over the top.
But it’s the hair. It’s that high ponytail, it’s the black eyeliner, it’s those red fuck me lips. The instant visuals of having her on her knees while I fist that hair…I bite my knuckles to hold back a groan. Even if I didn’t want her almost every second of the day, I’d want her now. But this, this is just torture.
I walk straight up to her, pausing just within reach. My hand on her lower back stops her retreat, fingers sloping over the curve of that biteable ass. Her response is a raspberry injection of bliss into the air around me as I shuffle closer. I graze my lips along her jaw, and fuck me. She melts in my arms. The scent of sweet raspberries strengthens, hardens my dick further, if it’s possible. The scent that almost has me throwing her over my shoulder and sending us home fades, and only her panting and the mint of her toothpaste remains.
I force myself to pull back from her. A fraction, allowing some room between us.
“Lickable,” I purr, before Seb’s heavy hand lands on the back of my neck.
It’s rare that I want to attack Seb, but right now, I have the urge to swing at him. I let out a growl of warning, but her lips cut it off, brushing against mine. I freeze. No! That wasn’t our first kiss! She pulls away, and with the warning squeeze from Seb; I let her go.
As soon as she’s on Darion’s arm, I throw an arm out, dislodging Seb, and stalk ahead of our group into the pub. Our pub. The same place we’ve done business for years.
It’s a business night. One of our last, though no one knows it, but appearances are everything. We need this, and so do they, even though it’s the last thing I want right now.
I slam open the door to the pub, immediately hit by the smell of hot beer. Hands reach for me, touching me as they call welcomes. I immediately grab the glass of beer from the table closest to me and skull it down.
People cheer, pounding the tables with their mugs and the floor with their boots. Seb enters next, prowling past me, towards our booth. People avert their eyes when they see him while I cheer and goad them on, teasing the crowd into a frenzy.
Darion slips through, almost unnoticed, his hand linked with hers. I can’t help but feel a flare of jealousy. I want to be the one leading her in, touching her, holding her hand. People notice him and see her, but they’re too happy, and I’ve reached the bar.
“Happy hour!” I roar, tipping my head back and letting out a howl. The crowd screams, going nuts. I laugh and exchange greetings with a few of the regulars as they mass around me. But then I see Darion signal.
I pat the blond who is trying to talk to me about her missing friend and murmur words of good luck. I cross to Darion and fall in behind Missy, pressing so close I can see her pulse jump in her neck.
“Nervous?” I tease.
“Not at all.” And the nerves, whatever nerves she might have, are gone. She looks born for this. I can’t tell if she’s good or just a great actor, but I want to find out.
Darion pauses to talk to someone else. I hear words about missing girls and stolen medical supplies, but it doesn’t interest me the way she does. “You going to dance with me later?”
She tilts her head to the side, just a little, so I can see the long expanse of creamy skin. I decide as I look at it that if she was really ours, really mine, that’s where I would put my mark, where everyone can see and I can lick and suck whenever I want.
“If you ask real nice like,” she murmurs.
I bite my lower lip when she turns her head to look at me. “I don’t know nice.”
She shivers. I drag a finger up her spine under the leather jacket. I like the way she responds to me. Makes me feel powerful and male, makes me feel like the alpha I pretend to be.
Darion moves and gestures for her to slide into the booth. She slides across the seat, and Seb immediately blocks her in. I sit opposite her and smile. It’s a toothy, threatening smile.
I don’t want to be nice to her. I want to fuck her, I want her to hate me. All that rage, that fire, that disdain, I want it. I wonder if she’ll cry. My feelings are violent and out of control, but that thought has no sooner passed across my consciousness before it’s gone.
Seb growls, and I drag my eyes to him. He’s staring straight through me, into my fucking soul, seeing all the ragged pieces of me that want to rip our new omega apart. He always sees me, damn him.
It’s why I love him. It’s why I hate him. I lift a foot and drag my shoe up the inside of his leg, watching as his nostrils flare. We love each other, when we need to, when we want to, but it’s not as often as I’d like. We are too aggressive, too angry, still. It’s like we can’t love without hurting each other. I smirk at him and turn back to Missy. She’s watching me with dilated eyes, with caution.
Good. It will make it all the sweeter when she screams.
I can fuck her in ways that won’t void the contract. Darion should have known better. I can always find a way around the rules. Especially his rules. He’s forever trying to put me in a box and chain it shut. And he said we would not pressure her, but she can ask us. I smirk and promise myself that she will beg me.
