Page 4 of Outlaw's Omega
I shrugged. That was the question, wasn’t it? I needed to get closer to Bree before I could answer though.
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If I had thought she looked beautiful at our first meeting then she took my breath away at dinner. I made a point of asking for her to be moved next to me at the long glossy wood table. Partly because I knew it would make both her and her father uncomfortable but mostly because I wanted her scent to fill my nostrils.
There was something there. Something that not even the scent blocker she had bathed herself in like perfume could mask fully.
“Here.” Scooping up a piece of meat from my plate with my fingertips I held it out to her. I was tired of watching her push her food around her plate endlessly without taking a bite. “Eat.”
Bree’s eyes widened. She darted a panicked look at her father who was staring at us from his place at the head of the table. He had every reason to look troubled. Especially if the rumours were true and he was hoping for a union between his daughter and the Monk. Any talk of her being intimate with another man would stop that mating from going ahead.
The Monk liked his women pure, so he could dirty them himself. I didn’t have any of those hang-ups.
Although I had to admit that the thought of being the first and last man between Bree’s thighs was a tempting one.
“Eat Bree.” Grease dripped off my fingers and on to my suit but I barely gave it a second thought.
Slowly her lips opened and I slipped my fingers into her mouth. Dropping the morals of chicken against her tongue. She didn’t suck the juices from my fingers like I imagined her doing. But it didn’t matter. She had followed orders, however reluctantly.
I was curious as to what else I could press her to do. Would she push me away if I let my hand run up her thigh? Or if I pressed her palm against the rapidly growing bulge in my pants? There was only one way to find out.
Capturing her hand with mine. I pressed it against me. My eyes glued to hers. Hers had turned as round as saucers. But she didn’t pull away. Or try to slap my face.
Which was a disappointment.
“You must eat if you are going to be the mate of a great Alpha like The Monk.” I let my words sink in.
“His holiness?” She sounded bewildered. Her eyes darting between me and her father.
It was as I thought. She had no clue about the plan for her future. “Papa?”
“We will discuss this another time Bree.” The old man’s voice was clipped. “Now is not the time.” There was a finality to his words.
Bree opened her mouth to speak, and shut it again with a snap. She nodded once. Picking up her fork she speared a potato with the prongs and popped it into her mouth. Chewing slowly.
The entire time, I kept her other hand against me firmly. Rubbing it up and down. She didn’t fight against my grip. More than once I felt her fingers move against the material on their own.
It was almost hard to follow the conversation with her small hand working me through my pants.
It was impossible when I finally caught the scent of her arousal. I could smell her slick so clearly that I could almost taste it.
She might be the good little omega in her father’s eyes but she couldn’t fight biology. She was just as affected by me as much as I was her.
She wanted to touch and be touched in return.
And I was more than happy to accommodate her.
Across the table, Zane lifted his head. His eyes never leaving her as he opened his mouth a growled.
For the first time since I had taken him in, he growled in my direction. He had caught the scent of her arousal as well.
Pressing her hand more firmly against me, I growled right back. My eyes flashing. I didn’t care who knew what I was doing under the table anymore.
“Alpha Kaelan, my daughter is not here for your pleasure. Please release her and ….”
I barely heard him. My eyes locked on Zane’s. Our growls coming thick and fast.
If he thought he could take her from me, he had another thing coming. I would fight and win against any man who tried.
