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“He does have a knack for finding quiet majesty in unexpected places,” Jude agreed, watching me with an amused look on his face.
“That’s a perfect way of putting it.” I shot him a grateful smile that he hadn’t left me totally hanging out to dry with my fawning.
The faint brush of Kit’s lips against my shoulder made me startle, and I turned my face to look at him, our noses almost touching.
The heat in his eyes scorched me to the bone, and tucked my arms in a little closer in the hopes of covering whatever signals my nipples were undoubtedly broadcasting to the beta couple on the other side of the table.
“You okay?” I murmured.
“Not even a little,” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr.
“What’s wrong?” I reached for him without thinking, resting my hand over his on my thigh.
“I amexceedinglyjealous. Unhealthily so, probably.”
“Oh,” I replied lamely, not entirely sure what to make of that. I supposed it made sense—I wasn’t Kit’s omega, but I was the omega currently in his bed. The omega coating him in my scent constantly. Seeing me around another unmated alpha would probably provoke some possessive feelings.
The idea of Kit around an unmated omega certainly provoked some feelings in me that I needed to work on squashing. Once Kit realised that he’d never really wanted me, that it was my scent luring him in, he’d return to his life of being thrown in front of single omegas all the time, even if he wasn’t interested in them.
The idea sent a pang through my chest.
“We won’t be staying for the awards,” Kit continued in a low voice, pulling me out of my spiralling thoughts.
“No?”
“No. We won’t even be staying for dessert. Eat up. I’m booking us a room.”
I swallowed thickly, suddenly not at all hungry for the perfectly cooked fish and squid ink risotto on the plate in front of me.
“What if you win? Kit, this night is a big deal for you,” I whispered, making one last valiant attempt at being the voice of reason.
Kit gave me a long look before returning his attention to the venison and truffle mash on his plate.
“It was.”
I thought we’d been speaking quietly, but based on the brief, knowing smile Jude gave me as he refilled my glass from the water jug on the table, I guessed we hadn’t been as discreet as I thought.
“I’ll be sure to let you know if you win,” he told Kit with a movie-star smile as Kit led me away from the table.
I couldn’t quite hear Kit’s reply as he guided me past the tables of chattering guests and scraping cutlery, but it sounded as though he said he knew he’d won already.
My head hit the mattress with a thump, Kit yanking my legs out from beneath me until I was flat on my back, industrial strength slick-proof panties off and my legs over his shoulders before I’d even realised what was happening.
A deep alpha purr of satisfaction rumbled out of his chest as he stared down at my bare pussy, a slightly feral glint in his eye that made another gush of slick appear at an almost painful speed.
“Stop staring, start servicing,” I rasped, reaching for him. He’d kept his hand indecently high on my inner thigh all throughout the main course, and following through on what he’d started was really the least he could do.
Kit grabbed my hand, interlocking our fingers and holding it over my hips, pinning me in place while he settled himself between my thighs and licked the slick off my skin with an almost savage intensity.
“Mine,” Kit growled against my pussy, making my back arch though his arm was still pinning me down, preventing me from going anywhere. “This slick is all for me. Tell me, omega.”
I’m in trouble, I thought vaguely, the pleasure coursing through my veins making it hard to think. Hard to appreciate things like consequences and future heartbreaks.
“It’s all for you,alpha,” I rasped, my voice breaking on the last word. On therightnessof it. Alpha, alpha, alpha.
My alpha.
With a growl of satisfaction that hit every nerve on the way up, Kit’s tongue found my clit, stroking and circling with increasing intensity. I squeezed his fingers, and he squeezed mine back, and it suddenly felt like the most intimate thing in the world to be doing this holding his hand.
