Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
Killian
I cy doesn’t taste like ice at all. She’s not cool or sophisticated or anything like any socialite Omega I’ve met.
How do I know she’s an Omega? For one, her flowery, powdery soft scent whispers from the blocker she’s wearing—a natural scent like all Omegas carry.
How I can still smell her past the masking cologne is beyond me, but it’s electrifying.
Which brings me to the second reason. The way my cock hardened the instant we locked eyes in the alley…
Yeah, that kind of intense bodily reaction only comes when us Alphas know a possible breeding opportunity is close by.
Those are the excuses I’m going to give myself as to why I’m currently running my tongue over her skin, taking my time in tasting the slight sweet and savory essence this is her. The heat of her. Especially after I just scolded Xavier for messing with an Omega himself.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
She tremors against me, and it’s fucking hot as hell.
Fuck me. She’s pretty, tasty, soft, and just there for the taking. Sacrificial offering in the darkest plum color.
I’m still hard. My cock twitches, and I’m glad for the tight, stiff confines of the jeans.
She’s fucking high society. That was clear before she spoke. No doubt a virgin, too. Most of those young upper-class Omegas are, and while a woman’s virginity never mattered to me before, Iris has an untouched, unruffled, air to her, and it’s something the Alpha in me wants to claim.
Because, fuck, the things I could do to her.
All of them depraved and all of them would leave her ruined for any other man.
Except, perhaps, Xavier.
Oh…Xavier would love this one.
He’d watch, let me have my fill, and then have her as well. Or maybe he’d just join in.
The possibilities are endless.
“You’re not going to run?” I ask, raising my head, tracing my finger over the wet, warm spot on her throat. The urge to bite is there, mark her as mine. It’s so strong, my mouth salivates.
“Should I?” she breathes.
Shit, this is dangerous. I’m playing with fire here.
“I don’t know. Should you, Icy?” I shift closer so our bodies brush, so she can feel my erection. She gasps but doesn’t get off the stool.
A dark thrill tumbles through me.
“Do you want me to?”
No.
I’m about to answer when suddenly I become aware of the hovering shadow near the open cellar door. Even more aware of Xavier’s laser focus on the Omega in front of me.
Oh. He knows her.
This just got a whole lot more interesting.
Iris is his high society Omega. His little dance partner from the ball.
And he likes her. A lot. I haven’t seen him pay a woman this much attention since Tamara.
He can’t fucking look away.
I don’t blame him. Xavier and I have similar tastes, but damn. With her pouty mouth, radiant green eyes, and lithe body, any Alpha would be stupid not to try and bark up that tree.
More than that, she was kind to Emmie. She was a natural with her.
“What are you doing on this side of Sabine, little Omega?” I ask her. “You’re a long way from home.”
I can almost hear the hiss from Xavier at that.
I move away from her.
“It’s not against the law.” Her voice is a little shaky, but she’s got the fire I like.
“I guess it isn’t.” I step back a little. “But it’s not safe for people like you around here.”
She looks me up and down, and even though her cheeks are flushed and the flowery spice of her scent is stronger, she glares. “People like me? What does that mean?”
“An Omega,” I say, offering her my most deadly smile. She’s about to push back again, but I quickly add, “From the Upper Side.”
“How did you?—”
“It’s obvious,” I say and step back. The more distance I put between us, the easier it is to concentrate on something besides my aching dick.
She looks partly offended by that, and it takes me by surprise.
“Do I look like I want to take part in this whole Mating Season thing?” she bites out.
“Actually, yes. Down to dressing the part.” I gesture to her dress and half pinned up hair.
Her eyes flash. “You’re an idiot.”
She still hasn’t noticed Xavier standing hidden in the corner…watching.
I barely control my smile. “Ouch. That’s harsh.”
“You’re not even that good looking.”
I start to laugh. “Quite the leap.”
This time, she jumps off the stool and walks right up to me, fearless. She tilts her chin up to meet my gaze head on. “Quite the ego. And no leap required. I’m pretty good at reading people like you. ”
Oh man, she’s a brat. Using my own words against me.
“What? A business owner? An Alpha? Someone who wasn’t born with a silver spoon in their mouth?”
She sniffs. “A father who can’t keep an eye on their daughter.”
That one fucking stung. And apparently it struck Xavier, too, because he makes a low growly sound, which finally grabs her attention.
She sees him and freezes.