If he’d pushed me away, I could have accepted that he’s off-limits, but now a spark of hope flares up in me and I don’t know how to fit that into our current situation, or into what’s going to happen with Cyra.
After a couple of moments, I awkwardly pull my hand back and start scrolling through the damn contract again. Why did I do that? That was stupid, so stupid. Though, maybe he’ll take it as an act of friendship or whatever, hopefully.
As I glance up, I catch Cyra looking at me, an unreadable expression on her face, and then she looks away, out the window, as the fight behind her still goes on. Fuck.
I thought that things would be easy once I decided that I wanted a family. Like the tale goes, find a cute Omega, spend my life with them, with lots of babies, become the head of the family business, grow old, and watch my kids follow the exact same pattern. But that was only supposed to happen after I’ve had my fill of playing around...
I lived in a dream world. I lived in a fucking dream world if I ever thought that it would be that easy.
Because finding a cute Omega was only the start of our problems. And I have a feeling that today was just the appetizer...
It’s well past four in the morning when we get to the house that I got us for the next week. It’s under a fake name, so nobody knows to look for us here. At least, not without a lot of searching and knowing where to look. It should keep us safe for at least a couple of days.
When we landed at the airport, Liam and Zack seemed to finally have calmed down and they quickly went into the bathroom to clean themselves up, as I took care of our car. And things were a lot less tense than before we got on the plane.
The drive from the airport to the house has been over an hour long and by now, I think everyone is exhausted, really exhausted. They’re all quiet as I punch the code into the keypad to open the gate and take the house keys out of the little box next to it.
“We’re here,” I announce to nobody in particular as I drive the short distance to the house. “Everyone has their own room. We won’t have to share. They’ll bring us breakfast in the morning, but I don’t know how many of us will be awake for it. So, don’t panic if you find someone delivering the food. And don’t scare them, thanks.”
I park the car and climb out. Ready to find a place to crash. Even the brown grass in front of the house looks inviting enough to sleep on, though it’s pretty chilly out and would probably be a bad idea...
Remembering that Cyra had a bag with her, the only one of us able to pack anything, I walk around the car and open the trunk. As I take it out, I find her behind me, waiting. “Where do you want me to bring this?” I hold the bag up and while I’ve slightly gotten used to her scent, the soft summery smoke, when it hits me, I’m rock hard and need to suppress the impulse to grab her and drag her with me.
“I’ll carry it myself.” She holds out her hand and, instead of giving her the bag, I put my empty hand into hers.
“You just guide me as I carry it. Deal?”
She sighs, but doesn’t argue with me, seemingly too tired. “Fine.”
Her hand is so soft, and it feels like electricity is running through my body as I hold her. How do I get so turned on from something so innocent? Holding her hand is innocent, it shouldn’t make my cock this strained in my slacks.
“There’s a room on the ground floor, you can reach it from inside and outside the house.” I point to an outbuilding. “You might feel safer in there, and you can lock the doors.”
“Not that locking them would stop any of you from just barging in. You’re shifters, doors are only an annoyance, not a real barrier.” Her voice jabs and I want to disagree with her, but I can’t speak for the others and she’s right that a simple door and lock won’t really stop us. “But I’ll take that room. Should be easier on you guys if my scent isn’t constantly around.”
I bring her over to the outbuilding and give her a key. “This is the key for any of the doors on the ground floor, including this one. That way you can lock it if you want to.”
She lets go of my hand, accepting the key and then holds out her hand for the bag, her head is bowed, not looking at me but instead looking at the ground. “I’d like my bag now. Please.” This time, her voice is soft, timid, submissive.
That won’t do. No matter if she’s tired, or tired of us, but this meek person isn’t Cyra, no matter how much she pretends to be. This is exactly what she says she hates most, an Omega who won’t look their Alpha in the eyes and uses soft voices and ‘please’.
I push closer to her, crowding her with her back against the door, my hands against the window on both sides of her head as I stare at her intently. My breath catches now I’m so close to her.
Whatever she uses to hide her scent is obviously wearing off as I’m surrounded by it, making my brain go haywire. I want to push my hips to hers, take her mouth in a hard kiss and then lift her up and impale her on my cock. Fuck. I totally want her.
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