Page 2 of Omega's Vengeance

He glances at me sharply as if surprised I’d tell him that. “Why?”

“He liked to put cigarettes out on the back of my neck as a kid. That didn’t endear him to me.”

“Shit.” His response is sharp, and I can see he’s rattled by my little story.

“But let’s not talk about him. Let’s talk about nicer things.”

“Sure.” His coy smile returns, but his knee bounces up and down beneath the bar, once more showing he’s not as unaffected by me as he pretends. What’s his deal, I wonder? He looks too high-end to be a hooker. Plus, he’s ignored every alpha’s attempt to talk to him. So far, I’m the only one who has had a semi-conversation with him. I can’t help but feel honored. I get the feeling he’s picky. I’m picky too.

Lately.

I didn’t used to be. I used to sleep with all of Valentino’s cast-offs. But ever since Valentino settled down with his omega Nico, I’ve been a little envious of how happy they are. I’m still super close to Valentino, so it’s not a jealousy thing. I simply sometimes wish someone would look at me the way Nico looks at Valentino and vice versa.

Not that I’m expecting to have that sort of connection with an omega I meet in a bar. Alessio isn’t exactly giving off nesting vibes. But I do think about settling down more these days. Maybe I’m getting old. I’d like to have a kid someday before I’m ancient. Something tells me Alessio would produce gorgeous offspring.

Why the fuck am I thinking about that shit now?

“I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” Alessio says softly, looking at me from under his thick lashes.

“No?”

He pushes one slender finger through the condensation on his glass. “My father keeps me locked up in his stuffy old house.”

“He keeps you there against your will?” I can’t quite keep the alarm from my voice.

He laughs. “Well, I mean, I’m not a prisoner, but he discourages me from going out alone.”

“Oh, I see.” I frown. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-four.”

That’s a bit old for a parent to be so controlling of their adult son. But who am I to judge? “He’s probably just trying to protect you because you’re an omega. That’s what we alphas do. We protect our omegas.”

“Is that right?”

“Sure.”

“Seems to me alphas just take advantage of omegas every chance they get.” His eyes glitter with something akin to resentment.

I smirk. “It’s been my experience some omegas like that.”

His mouth thins. “I’m not weak.”

“That I do not doubt.”

“A lot of alphas think omegas are weak.”

I shrug. “A lot of alphas are idiots.”

He laughs, seeming pleased at my response, and he inclines his head toward me. “I like you.”

“Yeah?” Excitement thrills me, and I feel actual anticipation. My palms are even a bit sweaty. If he turns me down, that will be a huge disappointment. I really,reallywant to fuck him. “I like you too.”

He studies me, and his face is close enough that I can see a dark ring around the green of his iris. “Would you want to maybe… get out of here?” he asks softly.

My dick throbs so hard I grunt. But somehow, I manage a calm, “Yes.”

He puts his hand on my forearm, and the heat seeps into my skin through my suit jacket. His body temperature is raised, indicating his arousal. My pulse spikes as my body responds to the pheromones he’s giving off. I want him bad. I want him more than once. I don’t think I can wait until we get to either his place or mine. I need a taste now. Then, we can go somewhere else, and I can take my time with him.

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