Page 69 of Wild Omega

“Stop what?” Red asks, her voice silky with innocence. “Following orders? But I think you like that most, when people jump to obey you. I’ll jump, Director Yun.” She leans both hands on his armrests, trapping him, and he leans forward a fraction, chest puffing and shoulders straightening with alpha posturing.

He groans and throws a helpless look at me over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Rickon.” He shifts in the seat, looking uncomfortable.

Fuck, I’m hard too, and I can only see her back. I always wondered how packs felt sharing their members with the big screen, through sex scenes and all that. Now I know. Jealousy, yes, but also a fierce pride that this untamable delight comes home to me of her own choosing. Or she will, once she lands the role.

Red leans in until her cheek almost slides across his, whisker-close. “Yes, you’re hard, and so’s my alpha. And the same thing will happen to every man in the audience who watches that film screening, and you know what else?” She pulls back enough to look him in the eye. “They’ll go home and rub those thick chubbies through their omegas’ dripping pussies while thinking continuously aboutyourmovie, and the actressyoudiscovered. Does that sound good to you, sir?”

A smoky cigar alpha scent floods the room as a red flush creeps up his neck. He rolls his chair back from her and flings his arm toward the door. “Get out!”

Red winks at him as she stands. “All right, boss. Hope your omega’s on speed dial.”

I jump to my feet, my hard-on forgotten as I race to obey. Red’s heels click loudly on the floor as she follows me out, but when I check on her over my shoulder, she flashes an amused smile.

Not sure why she’s smiling, though. That was our one chance, but Mr Yun just threw us out of his office.

Chapter twenty-nine

Red

Rickon grabs my hand the moment I close the director’s door. “Shit! Do you think we just blew it?”

I chuckle, and lean close to whisper in his ear. “No. The only thing that’s blowing right now is his load. We got this, babe.”

Rickon’s pale green eyes widen. “But his scent—he seemed angry?”

I trace the side comb of his hair, which is a little crackly from the mousse he uses. “Can you blame him? It’s the middle of his day but he’s about to bust his dick, and now he’s gotta call his pack and explain to his precious one why some other omega got his rocks in a knot.”

I grin, feeling pleased with myself. I’m lucky he asked me to seduce him, because quite frankly that’s the easiest acting to elicit such a strong reaction from. And strong reactions mean memorable. The only problem will be if he’s embarrassed to work with me now.

Something tells me a director who’s shot hundreds of sex scenes, both explicit and fade to black, would have to be more thick-skinned than that, but a tremor of nervousness still runs through my hands.

I know what Rickon’s worried about. Favors like this don’t come cheap, and no one will thank us for jumping the regular selection process. We’ll hear rumors about my career from here on out that I didn’t earn my way in. An uphill battle for us.

But the fact my alpha offered to do this despite all those setbacks means the world to me. I won’t let him down, even if it means taking a step back and going through all the acting classes needed.

Assuming I can keep away from Samantha and her Omega Center goons long enough.

Rickon takes my hand again and leads me to one of the waiting chairs. “Can I get you some water?”

“Yes, please.” My heart squeezes as I track his path to a water station at the far end of the room. The bubbles stream to the top of the upside-down bottle as he fills two paper cups. I need an upward path like that. No more looking back or watching over my shoulder.

“What now?” I ask after the first sip of water cools my parched mouth. Acting is thirsty work.

He smiles at me and shrugs. “We wait, I think?”

My heart flip-flops at his boyish uncertainty, so different from the alpha in rut who rode me hard all night long a day ago. I latch my fingers through his. “Together.” We wait together, and eventually we’ll rise together. I promise.

Director Yun looks remarkably composed for a man I’m certain just jacked off in his office. I can’t smell any traces in the air, but fragments of crisp scent dampener linger on the upholstered seats, sprayed around like a teenager not wanting to be caught smoking.

I mirror the older man’s calm as Rickon and I retake seats opposite his desk.

Yun looks me up and down like he’s really seeing me this time. “I prefer to work with betas over omegas, Red. Do you know why that might be?”

“I can guess.” I cross my legs, shifting to a position where both men in the room are in my line of sight. Yun holds out one hand, offering me a chance to make my guess so I plunge on. “Because you lose filming time when omegas go into heat.”

“Bingo. Not to mention the wild fluctuations in pheromones that can completely change their personality.”

I pick up the heavy manuscript off his desk and balance it on my fingertips. “And yet omega Olivia Hunston is one of the most famous actresses in the world.”

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