Page 27 of The Boss Omega
“I can’t,” she pants. “CoffeeGuy is there.”
“Saint’s not himself right now, beautiful.” Graham’s voice is soft at her ear.
“Saint.” She tests the name. Weighs it. Something moves across her face. Not quite hurt. Not quite anger.
“That fits,” she says.
I kiss her again. “I’m Silas, and this is Graham.”
She turns, allowing Graham to kiss her too.
“We’re Pack Caron,” he says between kisses. “I’m a respected scientist,” he adds as if that is what will tip her decision.
“My place,” she gasps.
Huh.
“Just for tonight,” I say. “We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow.”
She starts to argue but stops herself.
"Tonight," I repeat.
She settles against us and I let myself have it. Saint is out there somewhere, running from the best thing that's ever happened to any of us. I'll find him tomorrow.
Tonight she needs us. And god help me, we need her.
Graham escorts Lark home in her baby blue, vintage Corvette. My alpha bellowed his disapproval at separating from her, but I couldn’t deny her driving it home. It was her dad’s. And a collectible. No one in their right mind would leave it overnight in a heat clinic parking lot.
He finally stops screeching when I pull into the space beside them. She's waiting when I step out. Just standing there in the parking garage light, Graham beside her, and she looks— I don't have a word for it yet.Beautifulis too simple for everything I see in her.
I pull her into my arms. She melts into me.
“You smell so good,” she huffs against my neck. “I want to lick you all over.”
My whiskey and honey scent has always been divisive with omegas. The few times we attended matching meetups, omegas flocked to Graham and Saint. Their scents, chocolate and warm ginger, appeal to everyone. Some tolerated my stronger scent. Others recoiled. Our pack eventually stopped attending. Graham and Saintsaid it was because they were a waste of time. Saint probably believed it, but I know Graham was just concerned for my feelings.
“Not as good as you, little bird.” I burrow my nose in her neck, too. “I don’t want to go another second without your scent all over me.”
Her golden eyes spear me. “Then don’t.”
She stands on tip-toe and pulls me into a punishing kiss. She’s fire and lightning and I can’t get enough.
Graham hovers. I’ve known him long enough to know that he’s honoring my need and right, as pack alpha, to be with our omega. But he’s also her alpha and he’s wanted this for so long. It grates, but I step back. Graham immediately steps into her side.
“Lead the way, pretty lady.”
She takes us both by the hand and guides us to the elevators. We ride from the garage to her twenty-third-floor apartment. My self-assured omega’s confidence wavers when she punches the code into her door’s lock.
She turns to look at us, her teeth biting into her juicy bottom lip. “I’m only now thinking about logistics. It’s a large apartment, but I use the second bedroom as an office. I don’t have a bed for you.”
Heat spikes are temporary. We'd helped her through the worst of it. Neither Graham nor I expected to spend the night in her nest.
Hoped? Yeah. Expected? No.
“Show us in, little bird. We can sleep on your couch.”
She bites her lip harder. That means the couch is small. Guess it’s the floor for me. I’ve slept in worse places.
