THEO
Theo
I glanced at the empty glass. The remnants of the crushed antihistamine were still visible at the bottom. My hands shook slightly as I slipped another one out of my pocket. My stomach was in knots.
“Wait,” Mackenzie whispered, “Do you think we should give her another one?”
I guiltily looked around the beach bar. No one was paying attention to us. The sound of the surf covered up our whispers.
“She’s pretty out of it already. Maybe we should just stick with the one?”
Mackenzie chewed her lip. “I don’t know. What if she wakes up before you can get the necklace off?”
“But we don’t want to, like, accidentally kill her or something.” I turned the blister pack over in my hands, doubt creeping in.
“Right. One. One should be enough. We want her asleep, not dead.”
“Okay, so I’ll just go in there, give her the massage, and slip the necklace off. Easy peasy.”
Mackenzie snorted. “Oh, my god. We’re doing crime.”
“It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine.”
I took a deep breath, hoping my stomach would settle down. The general queasiness was turning to pain now. I grabbed the cocktail and headed back to the cabana Catherine was renting for the morning. It had three solid sides. The wall that faced the beach was sheer white curtains that blew in the shore breeze. She was stretched out on a lounger and had ditched the coverup. She was evil, but she was still stunning in the black bikini. The thumb drive sat right between her boobs.
“There you are,” she purred, her words slightly slurred. “I was getting lonely. Aren’t we supposed to be getting to know each other better?”
“Sorry for the wait.” I handed her the drink with a smile I hoped looked genuine. “Only the best for you.”
She took a long sip, her eyelids heavy. I took it from her and set it on the little table. “Mmm, this is perfect. Now, about that massage you promised me…”
“Of course.” I gestured for her to lie down. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”
She reached behind her back and pulled the ties on her top, and tossed it aside. Deep breath, Theo, don’t get distracted by tits. She turned to lie on her tummy and looked at me over her shoulder. I sat on the edge of the lounger. And then she flipped her position and had me on my back, pressing her breasts into me.
Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. You could sneeze at a male omega and they’d pop a boner.
“Ever been locked, Little Omega?” She took in my scent and licked my neck. I shuddered. How could I be turned off by this woman and turned on at the same time? “Once I get you locked in me, I might never let go.” She slid her hand between my legs and stroked my dick through my shorts. I gritted my teeth to hold back a moan. Focus. This is about Ren.
What would Ren do right now? He’d fuck his way out of this. Duh.
I swallowed hard and dropped my voice low. “You’d be my first, Alpha.” She moaned into my neck. Her drunk fingers couldn’t get my zipper to work. “But not here. Too public. I don’t want to share this with the world.”
She sighed and I slid out from under her. I wiped the beading sweat from my forehead. The cabana created shade, but it was holding in the heat. I picked at the collar of my shirt. Her naked back practically glowed in the soft light. Focus, Theo.
I started on the small of her back. My thumbs pressing in next to her spine. She purred and settled in. I concentrated on sending all that yummy omeganess through my fingers as I worked my way up to her shoulders.
She turned her head to the side, not caring or noticing her face was lost in her mass of hair. I swiped it off her face and her shoulders. The necklace charm was right there. Right next to her lips. I leaned over it to take a better look at it. Definitely could be a thumb drive. It looked like a little silver filigree cage that had a tiny hinge so you could flip the cap back.
“You’re so good at this,” she mumbled into the lounger. “Maybe you could go a little lower…”
I tensed. “Let’s stick to the shoulders for now. Relax those muscles.”
She huffed but didn’t argue, her limbs heavy and pliant.
A “psst” made me jump. Mackenzie’s head popped into the cabana, her eyes wide. “Incoming,” she mouthed, tilting her head toward the beach. Gritting my teeth, I willed my fingers not to shake and I gingerly picked at the clasp until I got it apart. Another psst from Mackenzie.
Catherine stirred. “Wha…”
“Shhh, just rest,” I soothed. What the fuck was I even saying? I was not built for this. My stomach hurt, my dick was hard, and I was sweating.
Like I was performing surgery, I pinched the thumb drive with two fingers and gently pulled it away from her. The chain snaked through, freeing the charm, and dropped to the lounger with what I felt like was a deafening plop. I stuffed it in my pocket, taking a moment to rearrange my hard dick.
Mackenzie made a frantic hurry up motion with her hands. I side-stepped the lounger to make a getaway, but paused. Catherine’s phone was lying right there. I glanced back at her sleeping back. I bent at the waist, stomach protesting, and pocketed the phone too.
“That kid!” Mackenzie hissed as I stepped out of the cabana. “He’s in her pack.” And he was headed right for us.
I threaded my arm through Mackenzie’s. “Act natural,” I whispered out of the side of my mouth.
She gave the young alpha some side eye as we passed. We both looked back and caught him dipping his head to enter the cabana.
“Run!”