Chapter Ten
Gy
“Fuck.” A shooting pain radiates up my calf. When I look down to see what I kicked, the world tilts on its axis. There’s a chance I’ve drunk a bit too much. Everything swims around me as I stumble toward one of our couches.
Idiot. It’s been a while since I’ve been this wasted.
Plunking down, my head falls back against the plush cushion, and I pick a dirty smudge on the wall to focus on. Stop damn spinning.
An overpowering floral omega impostor perfume wrinkles my nose as a woman with long red hair perches on the couch beside me.
My eyes swim so much that her face doubles, yet I can’t seem to look away.
She’s not pretty in a traditional sense, but what she lacks in looks, she more than makes up for in bust size.
I wait for my cock to stir, but nope. Limp.
Dead. Nothing but a floppy noodle between my legs.
It’s been this way since I scented the sweet, fragrant honeysuckle on the business card Puppy handed me the other day.
“I’m looking for a ride on someone’s… Harley… tonight.” She glances at my cock and licks her lips to emphasize her desire. Beer goggles aren’t strong enough. I try to tell her to fuck off, but my words get jumbled in my mouth, and what comes out is unintelligible.
She takes that as an invitation, clamoring to her knees before straddling my lap and pressing her gigantic tits in my fucking face.
Do I want this? My cock still doesn’t so much as twitch, but it’s been a while. I probably shouldn’t let this happen, but she’s offering. I might as well see where the night leads.
“Do you like my tits, baby?” She wriggles around on my lap, doing a poor imitation of dry humping. “You can touch them.”
“Gonna need to try harder than that if you want my hog to fill your cunt.” My hands remain at my sides, and I watch with amusement as she grows more and more frustrated with every passing second.
“Why don’t we go somewhere private?” she pants, rubbing herself against my thigh and moaning.
“Nah. Wanna fuck, we’ll do it here.” I don’t bring pussy to my house. There are some rooms nearby just for fuckin’, but I’m not about to haul my wobbly ass to one over this chick. Nah, she wants my big, fat Alpha cock, it’ll happen on this couch.
Taking a deep breath, I’m about to tell her to go away when the scent of honeysuckle breaks through my drunken haze. Sweet. Fresh. It makes my mouth water and reminds me of days gone by. Back when I would pluck the pretty little flowers at my grandmother’s house and drink down their sweet nectar.
Find. Need.
Suddenly, the woman touching me is absolutely not okay. Her cloying artificial perfume is trying to drown out the intoxicating scent that’s making my blood sing. Get up. My Alpha instincts prompt me to move. Standing quickly, the woman topples backward off my lap.
Oops.
“Hey, what the fuck?” She’s pissed, but I don’t care. The redhead is a no one. I’m sure she’ll be able to find another biker to satisfy her carnal needs.
My nostrils widen, and I breathe deeply, searching for that honeysuckle scent. The clubhouse blurs—the music, the people, the party. Nothing else matters.
As I stagger through the crowd, I hunt for the scent with everything that I am—a bloodhound tracking a target.
Before long, I find myself near the front of the clubhouse, just behind the entrance, where one of our prospects is holding the hand of a small, completely captivating woman. Omega. My mouth waters from her scent alone.
But one look at her has my jaw hitting the floor.
The omega’s hair is long and black, held back in a thick braid that shines even in the dark clubhouse lighting.
She’s petite, but with an inner strength that gleams through her pretty brown eyes.
Walking behind Puppy, she maintains perfect posture and a grace you don’t often see.
My drunken brain stutters to a halt as she passes me, her honeysuckle scent drifting straight up my nose. Mine. Take. Bite. The primal Alpha within me surges to the forefront, and I’m powerless to stop him.
Zeroing in on their linked hands, my vision hazes red.
How dare this pissant touch my sweet omega?
Reaching out, I catch the prospect’s wrist in a vise grip.
His startled gaze zips to mine, and what he sees there makes his eyes widen.
They break apart, and I snatch her away like a dragon hoarding its treasure.
The tiny omega gasps, her body stiffening, but I’m focused on the threat in front of me. Puppy may be a beta, but he’s lethal as fuck.
“Mine,” I snarl at him, laying my palm flat over her belly and hauling her closer to me. “Go. Away.”
Puppy’s eyes dart between me and the precious creature, causing a deep, booming growl to erupt from my throat. Holding her tight against me with one arm, I use my opposite hand to lift her braid to my nose, taking deep inhales of her scent into my lungs.
She pinches me, but I ignore the sting because my world breaks apart, then reforms, centering around the omega in my arms.
The one who immediately begins wriggling, trying to break free of my hold.
“Settle down!” I bark. That’s not the way. But I can’t contain my primal desires, not after the amount of alcohol I’ve imbibed. For her part, the woman doesn’t listen, instead kicking me hard with her heel.
Feisty. I like it.
“Hey, VP, this is my friend, Willow. Maybe you could let her go?” Puppy steps toward me, slow and threatening. Fuck him.
“No.” Pretty name for a pretty girl. Banding an arm around her middle, I haul the slight omega up until she’s dangling in the air, pressed against my body.
My tongue darts out, lashing along her neck.
A moan slips from my lips like a savage beast, and I tug her braid, forcing her head to the side for better access.
“Unhand me, you drunken buffoon. You smell like beer and garbage,” she shrieks, kicking me in the gut, but my arms are stuck.
Her sweet flavor bursts on my tongue, and my cock hardens to a thick pole.
She’s all I want from now until the end of time.
Fresh nectar on my tongue, honeysuckle filling my nose.
We’ll stay like this forever. The blossoming perfume in the air lets me know I’m not the only one affected.
Nearly feral with the desire to claim her, it takes everything in me not to sink my teeth into her neck right now.
“She wanted to talk to you about adopting Bigfoot.” Puppy tries again, knowing he can’t stand up to his Vice President. He glances at the woman in my arms once more, and I growl even louder, my mouth clamping down on the nape of her neck. “Jeez. Fucking don’t!”
The music scratches to a halt, and silence fills the room. Eyes fall on me, assessing the situation. My skin twitches under the attention, making my hackles rise.
“I. Am. Going. To. Stab. You,” Willow threatens, kicking me in the gut once more. Annoyed, I suck harder, ensuring there’s a mark there tomorrow. Right where I’m going to bite her.
She wriggles this way and that, making my aching cock seep precum.
The more she moves, the harder I get, my knot swelling at the base.
Shifting her slightly, I allow my throbbing member to poke her.
The second she feels it against her backside, Willow freezes.
Her pulse flutters, speeding up beneath my hungry mouth.
Bite. Bite. Bite.
My canines elongate, ready to pierce her flesh and make her mine. Her nails rake down my arm, hard and unrelenting, but it’s not nearly enough to make me let go.
Nothing will.
Puppy steps closer, and I eye him warily. “Don’t try anything stupid, prospect. You’ll be gone so fucking fast.” The threat lands, but his jaw clenches, an easy tell that he’s not going to let this go.
The beta jumps toward me, but I predict the motion, shifting to the side on unsteady legs. The world swims, and my knees buckle.
Fucking forty-year-old muscles and alcohol. I pitch forward, my grip loosening, and Willow uses the moment to her advantage. With surprising speed, she slams an elbow into my ribs, creates space, then breaks my hold like a goddamn ninja. She leaps back, her eyes darting around the room.
Dammit. I’ve got a runner on my hands.
“Freeze!” I bark, infusing it with Alpha command. Willow glares daggers at me, but her body locks down, unable to move anything besides her twitching fingers. Lurching upright, I reach for her once more when another voice enters the fray.
“We do not scare women.” Cerberus appears in the crowd, a mussed Mama C by his side. “What the fuck are you doing, Gytrash?”
“Claiming my omega,” I pant out, stepping closer to my frozen beauty. She twitches, my command starting to lose power.
“Leave her be. You’re going to fucking hate yourself for this tomorrow.” He nears, but my rational mind is so far gone, it’s too late. Blood rushes in my ears, drowning out the noise as I snatch her into me once more.
Lifting Willow from the ground, my eyes zero in on the deep purple mark on her throat. Yes. Right there.
My teeth elongate.
My elbows bend, bringing her to me.
But the omega just smiles.
“Fuck you, asshole.” There’s a crackling sound, and my body locks. Willow brings a foot up, kicking me in the chest, and I can’t hold on to her.
The omega lands hard, her back slamming into the concrete. Pain lashes over her features, and guilt twists in my guts as she gasps for air.
“How dare you touch my scent-match?” Cujo roars, suddenly pushing into the circle. His anger wraps around me. But there’s nothing I can do, lying on the floor, completely rigid as pulse after pulse of electricity surges through me.
What the hell is happening? Convulsions wrack my body.
Our enormous Sergeant-at-Arms walks toward my omega, his boots thumping heavily on the wood floor. I want to yell at him to stay away, or better yet, force him to with blood and fists, but I can’t move—every muscle twitching uncontrollably.
“Oh, little honeybee,” he croons, crouching his six-foot-nine frame over her. “Did you just tase our big, bad Vice President?” My fated mate tased me. The glee in his tone makes me want to kill the bastard—and I will, just as soon as my body comes back online.
Willow rolls away from Cujo with a pained grunt, leaping to her feet holding a large knife in her outstretched hand.
Where did that come from? From my prone position on the cold concrete, I watch as Cujo advances on Willow. A little knife is child’s play for him. She’s mine, not his.
“Honeybee, what a cute little stinger. Want me to show you how fast I can take it from you?”
She shakes at his words.
“Cujo. Leave her alone.” Puppy leaps between them, but the Alpha laughs, swatting him quickly aside.
The second Puppy’s out of the way, Willow throws her knife as hard as she can.
Her aim isn’t great, but it slashes Cujo’s shoulder, leaving a red line in his wake that makes him look away just long enough for her to disappear into the crowd.
Cujo roars with shock, but a thin smile graces his face.
An omega who’s as stabby as my brother? She might just be perfect.
Blood drips down his arm, and Mama C rushes up with a rag while Cerberus grabs the taser, fiddling with the buttons until the shocks stop and I can take a deep, gasping breath.
“What in the world were you idiots thinking?” she scolds, wiping at the mess.
“That she was my scent-match and would want me just as much as I want her.” Cujo’s confusion makes laughter bubble in my throat, uncontrollable and wild. This whole fucking situation is a disaster.
My omega is scent-matched with my completely unhinged brother and me.
And she has no interest in either of us.
“Looks like you fucking idiots are in for a wild ride. But there’s still going to be penance paid. Can’t act like animals here. These parties are a safe space.” Cerberus’ eyes fall to Puppy, whose face turns red.
“And how the hell did the woman get in here with enough weapons to take down two of my best men?”
Guilt pours from the prospect, and I know he did something wrong. But that’s tomorrow’s problem.
Right now, my energy is zapped. Arms and legs working no better than a newborn.
And my omega is out there—alone.