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The unknown part of me, the omega, sits up and purrs with happiness.
“That will do,” he rasps, and the sharp smell of fire stings the air.
I stare at his back as he turns away from me and consider briefly and seriously picking up the saucepan on the stovetop and throwing it at his head.
Lukas puts his phone away and stands up. He takes three steps before his eyes land on me and trips over his feet, catching himself as he staggers towards me. I back up as he approaches. His eyes are wild, fierce, and intent. I’ve never, ever had anyone look at me the way he’s doing.
My back hits the wall, and I gasp. His hand lands heavily beside my head, and the other follows, caging me in.
“Missy,” he whispers.
It’s just my name. The word brushed across my face in a hot whisper of pure yearning. I’m as helpless as he is. My nipples tighten, my skin pebbles, and a flush of heat inside me turns my body into a furnace. My arms wrap around his neck, and I press myself against him, my mouth finding his in a kiss that is as hot as the scent in the air.
Burning. Carnivals. Summer rain.
I tear my mouth away from him and spot Seb.
“You look beautiful,” Lukas rasps out with so much conviction that it brings tears to my eyes. No one has said that to me before.
Seb moves towards us, and Lukas retreats. His gray eyes have turned silver, and he moves as if he’s unaware of what he’s doing. He seizes my hips, dragging me to him, and then I’m in the air. A moment later, my ass hits the counter. He pushes my legs apart and steps into the space. I lick my lips, and he follows the movement with predatory eyes. A powerful feeling of being beautiful and desirable makes me giddy. I want this moment to last forever.
His lips touch mine in a soft, chaste kiss. “Beautiful, sexy, divine,” he growls deeply before he lets me go and steps back.
I’m bereft, watching him go, so close to calling out, begging, pleading, but this is a contract, I remind myself over and over, but the words on a piece of paper mean almost nothing. Their scents are in the air. Alphas, my alphas. My instincts drum at me to claim and make them mine. I feel out of control.
Darion steps into the space, but he doesn’t look at me. He grips my hips, picks me up, and puts me on my feet. I pout, clutching at his forearms.
“Let’s go, we’re going to be late.” His words are a wake up call that makes me wince.
“Sorry.” I whisper and take a step away from him.
I obediently and silently follow him downstairs where a black limo with blacked-out windows waits for us. Lukas helps me into the car and sits beside me. Darion casts Seb a warning look and sits on my other side. His almost angry tension makes me shift repeatedly in my seat.
I twist my fingers together as I go over and over what I know about the Bellvue. It’s elite. I remember seeing a magazine article a few years ago, but I never, ever thought I’d be going there.
This contract is suddenly painfully real, and there’s a very real fear that I might screw up whatever these alphas need. I might not get along with them, but the one thing I know about them is that they work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. They are dedicated, and they take their jobs seriously. I want to please them and make this as easy as possible. After all, they’ve done so much for me, and I’ve done very little for them.
I want to please them. That is new and unexpected. It’s more than paying them back. It’s my omega nature rising. I need to get in touch with Oma.
A soft whine escapes my lips, and Lukas turns his head, nuzzling into me.
“It will be fine,” he whispers.
Darion closes his hand over the top of mine, and I still my fidgeting fingers, turning to peer up at him. There is a comfort in being close to the warmth and solidness of him. His scent stirs the omega in me faster than the other two alphas, but I fight it, clinging to his fingers and refusing to allow myself anything more. I take his comfort; I take what he can offer and only that.
“It will be fine.” Darion murmurs, shifting on the cream leather seats. “It’s a dinner party with people we are trying to get contracts with. They might ask you some questions, just be vague. Missy, you are so capable and brave. You came to us. You can do anything.”
I swallow the hard lump in my throat. “I don’t want to ruin anything.”
His fingers squeeze tighter on mine. “You won’t.”
I stare at his hands on mine and sniff hard. This is the version of Darion that makes me weak at the knees. This is the version that is going to make leaving heart-breaking.
He shifts his weight, moving closer to me, and his thumb starts stroking over the top of my knuckles. I cling to that feeling, cling to the sensation. I feel small in between these alphas, and for one moment, I pretend that I really am their omega.
The limo pulls to a stop not long later and, rather than let go of my hand, Darion keeps it enclosed in his. Sebastian stands just behind me, and Lukas climbs out on my right. They are all dressed in black shirts, Lukas’ shirt is cut at the upper arms and is tight over his muscles. Sebastian’s is untucked, and he wears it with jeans. Darion looks like he belongs in a place like this. He only needs a jacket and he could simply be CEO or heir to a fortune.
Our reflection in the glass doors of the restaurant shows a strange woman in their midst who also looks like she belongs here. She looks good with these alphas. It’s not until the alpha lifts his hand and places it on the woman’s shoulder, on my shoulder, that I jolt and realise it’s me.
