Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Rhett
Another night, and another two women are in my bed. Their faces are beginning to blur. I can’t even remember their names, which could be awkward down the line if I groggily mutter the wrong one.
Done that before. Don’t recommend it as an approach.
I need to kick them out of my bed and my home.
But I’m tired, and having finally fucked them both into oblivion, I’m not mentally ready for the drama that will inevitably come with moving them on.
Only, their scent is irritating me. It’s missing that spicy tendril that keeps playing on my mind.
Maybe I’m finally losing it?
The distant ding of my elevator doors opening rouses me from almost sleep.
What the fuck? The only person with access is Lucian. If he’s here, it’s something urgent. Shit’s gone south. Shit that I don’t want to know about but will need to deal with.
Also, has he not heard about communicators?
I’m still thinking about getting up when the door to my bedroom is thrust open.
“Wake up, asshole,” Lucian says.
Yeah, there’s my snarky brother. I slowly lift my head to find him standing just inside the doorway holding a woman at arm’s length, as if touching her is abhorrent.
She’s really petite… like, super tiny, and wearing some kind of tunic dress thing that’s ugly as fuck.
I can’t see her face, just her silhouette in the light spilling from the lounge, but there is a glaring match going on between her and Lucian.
What the fuck?
The two women on either side of me lift their heads and pout at the interruption. I really went to town on them, so I understand they might be disgruntled to be woken up, too.
Lucian redirected his scowl at me. “Get rid of them,” he says. “I’ve brought you a present.”
Huh?
The woman beside Lucian fidgets, trying to peel his fingers off her arm. There’s something wrong with her. Off. Her other arm is wrapped around her stomach like she’s in pain… whoever she is, she better not puke in my goddamned bedroom.
“What the fuck? It’s the middle of the fucking night,” I mutter, sitting up. “Have you not heard of privacy, asshole?!”
“Get rid of them,” Lucian grits out.
“Fine,” I say. I guess I was looking for an excuse to kick these two out. Clearly, Lucian is not going to fuck off until we thrash this out. “You heard my brother. Get your asses out of here.”
Whining commences, like that shit ever worked with me. The blonde one, who I belatedly remember is called Pearl, strokes her finger down my bicep. My palm spanks against her ass with a loud clap.
She pouts at me and rubs her ass, arching her back and thrusting her rack out in a perfect camera-worthy pose as she slips from the bed. Then she bends over and snatches up her dress and sparkly shoes.
Not gonna lie, that shit is distracting.
My eyes track her as she stalks out, swaying her hips.
A sudden growl, that’s all cute, angry teddy bear, snaps my eyes back to tunic girl as she lunges at Pearl.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Lucian gives her a shake.
My sentiments exactly… Also, why is she here?
His action doesn’t faze her because she hisses at the passing brunette, whose name I still can’t remember.
I am seriously too tired for this level of crazy. “Who the fuck is this?” I demand. Climbing out of bed, I snatch on a pair of sweatpants.
“Rhett, meet your present.” That’s the second time he’s called her a present, and it’s no more helpful this time.
I turn slowly to face them. “Doesn’t look like much of a present,” I say, brushing my thumb over my jaw.
I need a shave… and a shower. My feet are silent against the thick carpet as I draw nearer to them both.
This has to be the weirdest emergency ever.
“What’s wrong with her? Does she need a doctor or something? ”
A pickling awareness skitters down my spine and manifests as a tightening in my balls that really fucking throws me.
“The fuck?” That scent is back—the phantom one I’ve been catching off and on for a couple of weeks.
My eyes lower to my dick that has woken up and is jerking vigorously.
“What…? I’ve been going at it all night. ” Even alphas need a break…
Lucian exhales heavily like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “Do you have no sense of fucking smell? She’s an omega, a Singular. I know she’s plain, but she’s going into heat, and it’s too late for suppressants.”
My head snaps up as that verbal deluge sinks in.
Omega.
Singular.
In heat.
Too late for suppressants?!
And plain? Now I’m more awake and close enough to get a good look, she’s anything but plain.
Extraordinary. Arresting. Pretty gray eyes and freckles across her high cheekbones…
and that hair, all glossy in the light spilling from the lounge.
Just long enough to sink your fingers into, and guide her mouth toward…
I jolt out of the stupor and clench my hands into fists. “You can’t leave her here.” Her scent has me in an erotic choke hold. “I’m going to fuck her.”
Sweat pops across my chest, forehead, and upper lip as my scent rises in answer to hers. Rut? I’m going into rut!
Lucian chuckles, bastard, and slowly releases her arm. “That’s the way it usually works. She’s yours. Don’t let her out of your suite, or you’ll have a shit storm to deal with.”
He stalks off, leaving me alone with her. At the door, he pauses to look back. “She’s important to the government and Ethan Black. Putting your mark on her would be a bad fucking idea.”
Well, fuck.