Page 119 of Wild Child


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“Okay.” She kisses my lips.

I deepen the kiss briefly before pulling back and looking into her watery eyes. “We should get you in the shower and cleaned up. You have a party to attend. If I was a betting woman and…well…sometimes I am, there’s gonna be some party crashers and I think they’ll be looking for you.”

I get Willow in the shower and watch over her as she washes, shaves, and conditions every inch of her body. No way was I taking the chance of one of those perverts creeping in and seeing my girl naked.

She’s wrapped in a towel in front of the mirror as I comb her long dark hair. “I’m gonna do an updo with two little face pieces.”

She growls and I smile at her before swatting her ass.

“I know you don’t like it all up but if it’s all up no one can pull it. Have you not ever been in a street fight, Willow? You gotta ponytail the hair and take the earrings out.” I make two fists and bounce from foot to foot, punching at the air which makes her giggle.

“Stop!” She laughs. “This isn’t a time to joke.”

“It’s the only way we’re gonna get through this until the alphas get here.”

I dry her hair and pull it up on top of her head in a messy but classy braided bun and curl two small pieces on either side of her face.

“They didn’t leave us any makeup…fucking cavemen,” I huff.

I spin Willow around and slam my lips to hers, kissing her hard and dirty. As I continue sucking and nipping at her lips, her strawberry cheesecake perfume fills the bathroom and I can almost taste her slick in the air.

With a hand on each of her shoulders, I push her backward and she stumbles, catching herself on the sink. “What the hell was that?” she asks almost drunkenly.

“Your cheeks are flushed and your lips are red and puffy. It’s like my own brand of makeup.”

“I hate you. Now I’m horny and have to go out there with those jerks,” she pouts.

“Make it up to you when we get out of here,” I whisper. “Now, let’s go wait and see what they expect you to wear.”

When we get back to the bedroom there’s a garment bag hanging on the back of the door. Guess someone dropped it off while we were in the bathroom. Crossing the room to the door, I unzip the bag and pull out a gaudy hot pink clubbing dress.

“Didn’t they say this was a party-like announcing you as their omega? This looks like they’re taking you to a strip club or the corner,” I call over my shoulder.

This morning, we were not so kindly woken up by the asshole Jared letting us know that tonight Willow needed to be showered and dressed, ready for a formal event. When we asked why, he told us tonight was the night the important people met their new omega. Fucking morons.

“What the hell?” Willow murmurs as she comes to stand behind me.

“Well let’s get it on. You’ve worn less for camming, but it was at least cute. This looks like Barbie and a hooker had a baby.”

Willow squeezes into the skin-tight dress and pulls the criss-cross spaghetti straps over her shoulders. I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle a laugh.

“It’s not fucking funny,” she mumbles.

“It’s not funny, but it’s ugly. Wait until your alphas see you in this.” I smile, shooting her a wink.

The door opens behind us and the three stooges clamor inside the room. “Oh, wow. You’re sexy as hell,” Jared stammers.

They sway on their feet, eyes glassy. Are they fucking kidding me? “Are you drunk!” I shout.

“Duhhhh. Do you think we go to these schmooze fests sober? Hell no.” Kirk tries to lean against the wall but he’s too far away and almost falls on his ass.

Jesus Christ, now I know they’re not killing me. Not one of them would know which one of me to grab.

I point my finger their way. “I swear to all things holy. You better get your asses together because if one hair is out of place when she returns, I’ll kill you my damn self.”

“She’s so sassy. Maybe we should have asked for a hot little beta instead.” Mark runs a finger down my cheek and he smells like tequila…cheap tequila at that.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I slap his hand away.

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