Page 46 of Wild Omega

“Hello.” I rest my hand against his smooth cheek. “You can call me Red. I’m an actress, I’m certified crazy, and from today on, you’re my alpha.” No way am I letting another one get away.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, staring up at me with glimmering pale green eyes. Entranced. “Okay.” His arms circle my waist, and he lets out a sigh that releases a universe of weight.

And just like that, it’s done. Zero hesitation, complete acceptance. I have a mate. A shiver runs through me as something invisible but potent locks down in my soul. Not a bond, but a reality.

“Um—” My gorgeous alpha sucks in a shaky breath. “My name’s Rickon. I’m an actor’s manager, or I was—” He stutters off, a pained expression on his face, like he doesn’t know what to say.

Yeah, I’m going to have so much fun teasing apart the wonders of this sexy man. I graze my fingers along his forearms at my sides, enjoying the strength and definition there. My pussy heats.

“How do you know Callisto?” I murmur, intoxicated by his scent.

“Oh.” He brightens, like that’s a topic he knows well. “We’ve been best friends since third grade. I don’t have parents, and his folks looked after me a lot, and Callisto and I were at the same school.” His smile is even more show-stopping than his serious face and an extra gentle quality enters his tone.

I tilt my head, studying the way his whole face lights up. “And does Callisto know you’re in love with him?”

Rickon’s torso clenches with a tiny spasm and his eyes widen with alarm. “No,” he eventually whispers. “But that doesn’t change anything for me and you. I mean, I’m sorry.” He drops his gaze and sighs.

I put my fingers under his chin and tilt his head up. “Never apologize for love, my alpha.”

He quivers like that word does things to him and gazes at me with clear adoration. “You’ll be my priority. Always.”

Callisto told me not to break this man’s heart, but it seems he’s clueless he’s the one causing him pain every single day. I’ll circle back to my naughty runaway, but for now, I need to focus on this stunning, fragile man in front of me.

“Callisto’s my scent match too. We’ll be a family eventually, even if he’s late to the game.” I cross my fingers where my new alpha can’t see them.

Rickon’s luscious lips part in shock. “Truly?”

I nod. One day, after I’ve made Callisto lick my feet in apology, I’ll have him strip this alpha down and make love to him the way he’s been dreaming of for all these years. I grin and Rickon fixes his gaze hungrily on my mouth.

His thumb drifts up to stroke my jaw. “May I kiss you, Red?”

My name in his hushed voice sends a flush of wonder soaring through my chest. Unlike everyone else in my past, he’s asking for permission to touch. It’s enough to bring a girl to her knees.

“Yes. You don’t need to ask permission to kiss your omega.” He’s the one person in my life I want to touch me endlessly. I need him like I need oxygen.

He rewards me with a soft smile, full of awe, and then leans in to press those lush pale lips to mine. MoonMugs must be offering out-of-body experiences on the menu, because for a few minutes I’m transported somewhere else that’s all fire and burning suns and choirs singing as our mouths touch and taste like starving animals.

Rickon sounds rather pleased with himself as he pulls back and murmurs, “I can’t believe this is happening. And I didn’t even dress up.”

I chuckle as I scan his loose cream sweater, which looks sexy as fuck paired with his wicked black eyeliner wings. Resting my hands on his chest and playing with the knitted cording, I say, “You look gorgeous anyway.” Then I lean in for another kiss which stokes the fire of lust. We fit together so perfectly. I can’t help myself, and I grind a little into his lap, so happy and full of new emotion washing through me. I belong here.

Rickon’s happy too; his hard length grows under my thighs. He groans softly as I rock forward.

“Hello there, gorgeous omegas.” An unwelcome voice breaks through our private moment. “Can I buy you a coffee?”

“I’m an alpha,” Rickon hisses without taking his eyes off me, his hands tightening around my waist.

I eyeball the bony man leaning against the booth wall, grinning at us. With a sneer, I say, “Fuck off if you know what’s good for you.” How dare he disrespect my alpha? I’ll go full wildling on him if he doesn’t piss off immediately.

When the stranger doesn’t move right away, I add, “Leave me and my alpha alone.” I bare my teeth and swing the little stand with the table number, just to be sure he gets the picture.

The man raises his hands, eyes growing wide as he backs away. “Shit. No need for all the attitude. It’s not even attractive.”

I growl at his back, and then shift to find Rickon staring at me like I’m a creature from another world. I scoff under my breath, nearly blinded by his gorgeousness. “How the hell could anyone mistake my alpha for an omega? Fucker must have vision and scent impairment.” I click my tongue in disapproval.

My alpha laughs and the tension in his body dissolves as he pulls me into a tight embrace, the tremors in his body translating into my ribs.

“Were you scared of him?” I ask, stroking him gently.

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