Page 47 of Wild Omega

He sighs into my collarbone. “I’m not built like most alphas, and now I have something to protect. But I‘m weak, and that’s terrifying. You, on the other hand, were fearless.”

“Hmm.” I look down at the table number in my hand, the smooth metal rod cold against my fingers. “I doubt you’re helpless.” I chuck my chin toward his leather bag tucked into the corner of the booth. “Do you have a nail file in there?” Spies always have amazing uses for ordinary-looking items.

“Of course!”

“What else?”

He drags the bag closer by its strap and pulls out a zipped folder that reminds me of a craftsman’s tool set. He hands me the metal nail file and I stroke the curved tip before placing it softly just below the end of his black eyeliner, half an inch past the corner of his eye. He freezes.

“You could take a man’s eyeball out with this.” I lean over him, supremely conscious of my bust grazing his chest. “What else?”

I grin in triumph as I find a second kit in the bag, this one for sewing and containing some dangerously sharp scissors. “This one could cut a man’s whole future bloodline from existence, if you get what I mean.” I close the lethal blades, and they make a satisfying metallic snip-snip noise.

Rickon’s eyes grow wider as he understands my implication.

I pull out a bottle of nail polish remover. “For external use only,” I read off the label, and then wink at him. “I wonder what that does to a fucker’s insides?” A tiny spasm runs through my alpha.

Something cold and hard knocks against my fingers and I draw out an oversized stone chess piece, mottled like real marble. “What the actual fuck is this skull basher?”

“It’s a keepsake from a movie I was a part of.” He smirks, fingers playing gently up and down my thighs. “And I suppose you’re armed and dangerous too?”

I grin and drag my backpack purse off, digging inside. Proudly I wave the stolen fork. “Of course.” I cock my head, admiring the glittering silver metal and extra-long tines. “Meet Fabby, the stabby fork.”

Rickon laughs and drags me back into his chest, burying his face in my neck and squeezing so tight I can barely breathe. “Where have you been all my life, Red?”

I snort. “Waiting for you to come get me.” I twist around to set the queen chess piece on the table with a clink.

He shakes his head against my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I screwed up, didn’t I?”

“Yes. I got tired of waiting, so I decided to come find you myself.” I dig my fingers into his silky white hair and tip his head back to study his face. “You’ll ruin those sexy wings if you keep rubbing your face in my clothes.”

He flashes a sly smile. “Biscuit, I want to rub more than my face on you, let me tell you.”

I smirk. “Yeah? So why don’t you?”

An intoxicating blush runs up his fair neck. “We’re in a cafe, my sweetheart.” Oh, that blush does things to me. I want to devour him, in the best way possible. Stamp my claim all over him. Make love for the first time under my own will.

I grind down into his erection and whisper into his ear. “Thrilling, isn’t it?”

His winged eyes fly wide open.

Chapter twenty

Rickon

Her risqué whisper sends a hot pulse shooting straight from my ear to my groin, and I swallow a whimper. This omega will ruin me, and for reasons I can’t yet decipher, I welcome it all.

Notthisomega.Myomega. My body vibrates with the truth of it. Mine.

I twist my head, making our smooth cheeks glide together. She feels like warm satin and smells like heaven. “How would we do it?” I murmur breathlessly, glancing around the cafe. “Hypothetically.”

She hums, lips twitching mischievously. “Hypothetically, I have a wide skirt,” she whispers back, fluffing her sundress all over my lap and the padded booth seat. “So, then it’s just a matter of freeing alpha junior.”

Every time the wordalphaflows off her tongue, it fires up an internal burner. My omega recognizes me as her alpha, and I can’t think of a better feeling in the world. If it weren’t for her weight pressing down on my legs, I’d think this was all a dream. My grip tightens around her waist.

She lifts up slightly, her fingers questing beneath her to find my waistband and turn this word fantasy into a reality. Fuck. How can she not care that we’re in public? She’s wild and unfettered by social norms and I feel lightheaded with awe. I can’t look away from her glittering eyes.

My breath catches as she palms my cock, the only part of me that’s obviously alpha, and murmurs in approval. I was already hard, but her first touch turns me to steel.

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