Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
BELLE
I ’m not sure how long of a delay we still have left, but I am over just sitting here. My head is aching, and I really could use some food. I don’t want to leave the gate though. I’m all alone in this area, except for a stewardess that keeps giving me a dirty look.
The guys left a little while ago, and I kinda wish they’d stayed. Even if Beckett didn’t like me. I felt safe with them which is completely insane, since I don’t know them, plus the eye candy wasn’t bad.
Sighing, I lean back, grab my blanket, tuck it closer to me and close my eyes. I must have dozed off because a man hovering over me, touching my cheek, and smelling my hair, wakes me up.
Screaming, I push him away. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh, little omega, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to startle you.” My eyes widen, and I curse my scent-blocking panties. They must not be working if this stranger can tell my designation. So much for trying to hide my scent.
“Go away,” I order, but he just laughs, shaking his head.
“You smell delicious, even your fear has my mouth watering.”
Grabbing my bag, I dig for the mace I always carry, then wince. I removed it because it wouldn’t have passed through security.
“Get the fuck away from me!” I yell and he bites his bottom lip, groaning.
He steps closer again, gripping his dick through his pants, and his nostrils flare.
“Feisty little thing. You’re perfect for my crew.”
“What?” I gasp.
“There’s no one to hear you scream, but you can, it makes my cock drip.” Gross. Bile rushes up my throat.
Steeling my spine, I kick my foot out and hit him in the thigh.
Grunting, he hisses out “You’ll pay for that,” leaning closer and lifting his hand. I whimper waiting for the blow.
“Hey,” someone shouts, and I look around the man who’s now licking his lips. One of the men from earlier is racing this way.
“Get away from my mate,” Angel… I think that’s what Tate called him, roars, and my eyes widen.
Shit! Am I this guy’s mate?
“Mate… That’s cute. She’s not marked.”
Angel shoves him aside and pulls me to my feet. With no hesitation he kisses me until my knees go weak. Damn. “I’m sorry, baby, the pizza is taking longer to cook than expected,” Angel says, and I just blink at him.
The man grumbles some stuff then walks away with a huff.
“Thanks for that. I tried to hide my scent, but I guess my blockers stopped working… um, am I really your mate?” I whisper, looking up at him, and he moves away, shaking his head.
“No, sorry. I was just trying to get him to leave you alone. Though, honestly, I wouldn't know. I’m on blockers myself.”
He gives me a smile, and I nod. “It’s safer to travel that way. I don’t blame you… in fact would you watch my things, I think I’m going to quickly change.”
My cheeks blush, and I’m thankful he can’t smell how much slick coated my thighs from his kiss. Because damn.
After he nods, I grab my bag, then book it to the bathroom. I take a minute to catch my breath and quickly wipe up the mess, then change into new panties and soft pajama pants. It’s already past two in the morning, and I have a feeling we will be sleeping in this damn airport.
When I’m done, I return to find him sitting in my seat, scrolling through my Kindle. As if my cheeks weren’t already flushed enough, they have to be dark red now.
“Umm.”
“Wow, you are a naughty little thing aren’t you,” he murmurs, continuing to browse and I curse my OCD self for putting books in categories. “Tell me, what is Rockstar Why Choose with MM?”
Putting my Kindle onto his lap, he leans forward and gives me a smirk. His eyes twinkling.
“It's,” I croak, then clear my throat. “It's not as dirty as you're thinking. I mean omegas tend to have multiple mates, right?”
“Yes, but what is MM?”
It's official. I have pissed off someone in the past, and this is my karma: having to explain males fucking to one of the hottest alphas I have ever seen in a deserted airport.
He laughs, places my things on the chair next to him, and stands.
“I'm fucking with you, Vixen. I happen to know exactly what that is, and I have even read a few of your books.”
Biting my lip, I shake my head, then lean over and swat his arm.
He freezes and so do I. Shit!
“Sorry,” I blurt out, “I'm so sorry. You just remind me so much of my best friend, Stetson. He’s always picking on me.”
“Is he your alpha?” I look at him like he’s crazy, then burst out in laughter.
“God, no, he’s more like a brother, and he’s a beta.”
“Oh, well in that case, I’ll let it slide just this once. You’re lucky Rich isn’t here though. He’d have had you against the wall by now.”
My eyebrows furrow, and I try to think of who that is. “I thought the guys you were with were Tate and Beckett?”
His eyes widen, and when he goes to reply someone behind us calls his name. I watch as he mutters, “Saved by the bell,” under his breath so quiet, I almost didn’t hear.
Turning, I see it’s his two friends and they look freshly fucked. I bite my lip to hold my whimper in as my thighs squeeze together. Fuck. They look really hot. I think I may have hit my head harder than I thought.
“What’s taking so long? Did they have garlic knots?” Tate asks Angel, and he shakes his head. Beckett is holding a bag from Cheesecake Factory, and my stomach growls, loudly. He looks up at me and frowns.
“They had the ovens off, so it’s taking a while to get the food cooked. I had to pay extra for them to even do it,” Angel grumbles, and I laugh at how pouty he is.
“Yeah, no kidding, this meal cost me over ten thousand.”
“What?” I blurt, and Tate laughs, looking at Beckett.
“The appetizer was the most expensive part, but fuck was it delicious.” He licks his lips, and I gush. What is going on with me? Must still be turned on by that kiss.
“That’s highway robbery. I’d report it,” I say, then turn toward Angel. “Thank you again for everything, please let me buy you a coffee or something?”
“If that’s what you would like to bring to the picnic, then sure,” he says with a smile. My eyebrows furrow, and my lips purse.
“Picnic?” I ask, because I am seriously confused right now. Don’t tell me this guy, who I thought was saving me from a creep, is just as crazy. It’s bad enough that he’s an alpha, which I do not need right now.
“It’s a thing that my cousin and I do. We go around airports and pick something to share, then set it up picnic style and have lunch or dinner.”
I glance over at the alpha that looks practically identical to the man beside me.
“Cousin? I thought he was your twin.”
Angel laughs, then runs his hand through his messy hair. “Our fathers are identical twins, so it’s okay to think that, but nope, we are just cousins, and the other guy over there is our best friend.”
“That’s wild, but sure I can go get everyone drinks,” I say with a smile and he grins back at me. I turn to the other two. “Is there anything special that you’d like to drink? Or that you can’t have?”
“Peppermint mocha,” Beckett blurts, and I pause, then nod. My cheeks are heating again. I really need to get some space from them. He doesn’t want that because it’s my scent right?
“I’ll take a green tea,” Tate says and I turn to Angel.
“Surprise me. I have no allergies.”
“Do you guys mind watching my things? I know unattended bags in an airport can cause trouble, but I’d rather not drag my stuff to the coffee shop.”
I don’t think these alphas are planning to rob me, not that I have anything very valuable with me.
“I’ll stay here. Can we use one of your blankets for the floor?” Beckett asks, and I nod.
“Thanks, I’ll try to be quick, and hopefully it won’t cost an arm and a leg.” I give them a smile, wink, then walk off, cringing.
God. I am so fucking awkward.
ANGEL
Belle.
She's perfect and fucking adorable.
I watch as she speed walks away, her cute bubble butt bouncing in those soft pajama pants and her fluffy holiday socks.
Typical omega. I wonder why she doesn’t have any shoes on.
Then again sitting in a seat for hours, I’d take mine off too.
It’s a shame though, that kick to the creeper's thigh might have had more impact with a pair of boots attached.
I’m still pissed at what I’d witnessed. I look around for the asshole and find him leaning against the wall near the bathroom.
His eyes glued to where Belle just headed.
He's going to be a problem, but for now she's safe. I've never felt protective over someone before, but there is just something about that little omega.
I didn't plan to kiss her. I probably shouldn't have, because now all I can think about is when I can do it again.
My feet move before I even notice. Stopping, I take a breath.
There is a coffee shop a little ways past the pizza place, and when I was over there it had people around.
She should be fine. I'll just keep an eye on the creeper.
Tate clears his throat, bringing me back to whatever he was saying.
“What? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
Scoffing, he crosses his arms. “No shit. I said that we don’t have much food to share. The way we eat, and I didn’t know you were adding someone else.”
“It’s fine. Give her my portion.” I wave my hand and turn back to the man in the hall. He’s now talking to someone on the phone, and he has a slimy grin on his face.
“You’re going to give up your dessert? The alpha who doesn’t share and has shoved a fork in the back of my hand for trying to steal a fry once?” Tate stammers, and I laugh, thinking back to that day.
“They were parmesan truffle fries, and you could have ordered your own.”
Beck laughs and pushes his glasses back up his nose. His hair is messy, and I grin.
“I guess it's a good thing I hung back to get some food myself. Wouldn't have wanted to impose… though it's not the first time.”
Beck's cheeks darken, and I laugh. Small tour buses aren't very soundproof, and Tate has a thing for public places and voyeurism.
I don't judge, and I'm happy that they have each other, but I can admit touring is lonely when I can't have someone in my bed every night too.
“Do you think we are ever going to board this flight?” Tate asks while walking over to Belle's things.
He grabs her bag and pulls out a huge crocheted blanket. It looks cozy and soft.
“Use the other one,” I grunt, pointing to the one already half draped on the ground.
Grabbing it, he lays it out on the floor, takes his coat and shoes off, then steps onto it. Beck follows, but I wait.
Belle may need some help with the drinks.
Beck groans after sitting, and I smirk. I can only imagine his ass is a little tender. He sighs, leaning back on his hands and looks off at the wall.
Tate grumbles beside him as he begins to remove the containers from his bag.
I can smell the steak Diane and potatoes from here, and my stomach clenches.
It's one of my favorites with the shrimp and butter garlic sauce. Dammit! Tate pulls out a second entree, and I laugh.
“I thought you might be extra hungry after your six workouts today.”
“Hey it takes effort to be this hot. Besides, I didn't plan to add any extra cardio.”
He laughs, and Beck grins.
“Please move.” I hear Belle state, and I spin back around.
“This dick just won't learn. Tell security,” I say over my shoulder to my cousin, and Beck as I walk toward the feisty blonde.
“I told you to get away from me. I have someone.”
“I’ve never been the type to care. I can make it real good for you, girl.” As I reach them I catch the guy licking his lips and even my stomach turns.
“What did I tell you about coming around my omega? Now back the fuck off before you find yourself on your ass bruised and bloody!” I watch as his nostrils flare, then turn toward Belle.
“Babe, here hand me those,” I say, taking the tray of drinks with one hand and wrapping my arm around her with the other, giving her a squeeze.
I don’t know what it is about her, but there’s something…
It takes her a minute to relax, her body as stiff as a board, but eventually she calms. The creeper scoffs. Belle cuddles closer to me, and I press a kiss onto her head. She sighs, and I want to start purring for her.
What the fuck?
She's the perfect height to hold close, and I think it might be hard to let her go. It's as if she was made for me in some way.
My dick perks up, and the man's nostrils flare as my pheromones fill the air. Yeah, breathe it in, asshole. That's what a true alpha smells like. I don't know what his scent is, but it's probably something putrid, if I had to guess.
“Well aren't you just the cutest couple?” he coos, with a nasty sneer on his lips. “Funny though that your father didn't know you had someone in your life, Miss Talline.”
He gives us a smirk, and Belle stiffens once more. “My father?”
“Yes, it seems he didn't trust that you would get on the plane, so he sent me to keep an eye on you, so to speak. It’s not my fault your scent makes me primal.”
I growl, and he gives me a wink, then looks over our shoulders at something, and grins. “I'll be seeing you, Belle.” He moves, and we turn not giving him access to our backs. Just in case.
Walking around us, he continues past the restaurants and out of sight.
Belle shakes beneath my shoulder. “Hey are you okay?” I ask her, and she sighs.
“Yeah, I'll be fine. I should have known he'd pull a stunt like this.” She worries at her bottom lip with her teeth, and I find myself pulling her closer to me.
“Who?”
Looking up at me with those gray eyes that remind me of a cloudy day, she whispers, “My father.”
“Is he a bad man?” She doesn’t answer, but she does nod, and my blood runs cold. I squeeze her a little tighter.
I don’t know anything about this girl, but I will make sure she’s safe. At least until we reach LA… though I’m starting to wonder if maybe she would be our surrogate, and I can keep her.