Page 15 of Tending Our Omega
“Did he pay?” I asked my mate who had a smirk on her face and, if I wasn’t wrong, a look of pure pride.
“He did, but he didn’t tip. They never tip.” Romi raised her eyebrows. There was no fear in her. She knew I’d take care of this asshole. If that didn’t pump my ego, nothing ever would.
“Then they don’t belong in here.”
I brought the man outside and, of course, he didn’t take my removal nicely. He punched and spit.
Who spits in a fight?
One punch to the jaw, and he was out. His friends were brought out and collected him, stuffed him into a beat-up truck, and sped down the road.
“My hero,” Romi said from behind me.
“Always, if I can be. Isn’t it closing time yet?”
Redness returned with a vengeance to her cheeks. “Fifteen minutes.”
“Good.”
Everyone else left after the fight and, soon, the staff did as well. Romi escorted me out the front door and locked it behind her. “They’re all gone. What should we do now?” The lilt in her voice drove me to utter madness.
“Let’s clean up and then I have an idea. What is the job you hate most?”
She giggled and wrapped her arms around herself. “I really, really hate mopping. Some of the things you see…” She shuddered. This sweet, strong omega. I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and bring her home where there was a nest and she and Maddox would be taken care of.
We went to work separately but always together, somehow. Every time I turned to look at her, she was already looking at me and vice versa. By the time we were done, the tension could be cut with a knife.
“I should get home to Maddox,” she said in a hushed tone.
“Can I have a few minutes, omega? Just a few, and then you can get home to your pup. I promise.”
With lips pursed, she weighed her decision. “No more than that.”
“Thank you, sweetness.” I walked over to the jukebox and put on a song. A slow one. Absolutely on purpose. “May I have this dance?”
A soft whimper fell from her lips. “I don’t think so. I’ve never…”
“You’ve never danced with anyone? Your alpha?”
She shook her head. “Not really the romantic type.”
“Let me show you, female. I won’t bite.”
Blush in full force, she closed the distance between us. I opened my arms and, while some people were awkward as they fell into a dance, we were not. We fit together like a puzzle. Like two magnets, submitting to their attraction.
“Just follow my lead, Romi.” She did, and we took a few steps. “You feel so good in my arms.”
My omega sank deeper and deeper into my hold until her head rested on my chest. I knew she could hear me purr, but I didn’t care. With her here, so close to me, I couldn’t havebeen happier. “It’s been so long since someone held me,” she whispered.
“I don’t ever want to let you go. You deserve all the hugs and affection. All the time. Our wolves need affection.”
She nodded. “I try to hug Mad all the time. He loves it. Eats it up.”
“As he should. Touch is so important to shifters and packs and pups. He’s a cutie. I can’t believe anyone would treat him badly.”
She reached around my torso and wrapped me up in a tight hug. “Thank you for saying that. He needs more cheerleaders and support. He always has me but he deserves a team.”
I pulled her back and hooked my finger under her chin. “Romi, look at me.”
