Page 37 of Omega Untamed
After I finished the roster, Myre took the whole evening crew of thirteen Alphas to dinner, henchmen, drivers, everyone. He’d rented a room at the restaurant. I wondered what was so special about tonight. Myre could be generous, but always with an agenda.
He ordered the best wine, a dozen bottles over the course of the dinner. Everyone became lightly drunk and happy. The food was steak or pasta. Myre liked to see his Alphas eat hearty.
I wondered if Kee had eaten. He needed food to heal faster. He’d seemed better when I left, coherent at least, but that was no guarantee.
Again, Myre noticed my wandering attention. I was seated next to him, his right hand more and more these days, and he leaned into me and whispered, “Is your Burn coming early?”
“No, sir.”
“You’re thinking too hard, then. I can almost hear it.”
The only true telepathy was between bond mates, so I had no fear of him. But it was odd that he sensed me so acutely.
His hand came down on the table and pressed against mine, where I leaned my weight toward the left of my practically untouched plate. I gave him a hard glance, but did not move my hand.
There had been other instances where he’d become somewhat touchy. I had brushed it off as his demeanor. But I had wondered, now and again, if he was an Alpha-lover.
He ordered beautiful Omegas right and left for the parties he threw, but I’d rarely seen him touch them. I surmised it was because he was old. An Alpha did not stop producing semen once we hit maturity and had our first Burn. But knotting might become less frequent if not vanish. Some said, with laughter in their voice, knotting was for the young. And some very old Alphas could not get hard, so even if their semen was still potent, they weren’t really able to fuck.
But maybe Myre didn’t like Omegas the way he pretended. All the information I had on him was mostly for the past twenty years. Current. I had no clue if he’d ever had a bond mate. Or if he had ever even had a lover.
But of course he had. What was I thinking? I’d seen him go off to private rooms with a beautiful Omega on his arm.
I didn’t need to freak out.
Myre’s hand was warm. His fingers pressed into mine very slightly. I took a deep, quiet breath, then said, “The wine is superb.”
“Isn’t it, though?” His smile crinkled his cheeks.
I had never told Sam anything in my reports about Myre’s strange physical gestures toward me. They were nothing anyway. But if I knew Sam, he’d want me to run with it. He’d have had me sleeping with the old guy if it could get him this arrest, legit and secure.
I suppressed a shudder.To the job, my mind supplied. Well, sometimes things got more complicated than just doing one’s job.
Myre never pontificated his agenda during dinner. When the meal was cleared, the doors to the private dining room opened and in trailed a crowd of beautiful, young Omegas, each one prettier than the last.
The Alphas around the table all laughed as each one grabbed a boy. Some of the boys immediately sat on laps; others hovered with their arms around their chosen Alpha.
One dark-haired beauty, much like Kee in coloring, came up behind me. Another, with silver-blond hair, approached Myre.
I allowed the Omega to fawn over me; I forced a smile. My cock even warmed a little. But I didn’t want him. In truth, his hard look bored me. There was nothing behind his lovely eyes.
“I’m called Honey,” he said. When he spoke, his voice sounded hollow to my ears. He had no need of me. Justto the job.
Like me.
“Sebastian.” Myre’s tone was almost cajoling. “Don’t you like him?”
“Of course.”
His dark look said he didn’t believe me and wanted to know why. I had no reason. No reason at all, I told myself, as Kee’s face flashed through my mind: his vulnerability, his pain, his defiance even when sick. He had pride. He had life in his gestures. He might have been wild and from the streets, but he kept himself well put together. Maybe it was a mask. A façade.
Yeah, I thought of him. Even when I tried hard not to. His arrogance. His need. His beauty. How the white cloth of the drawstring pants I’d loaned him turned nearly transparent when I’d thrown him in the tub, revealing strong thigh muscles and other ample endowments. I couldn’t stop seeing the image of him, naked before me, when I’d peeled that wet cloth away from his skin and put him to bed.
Honey hung on my arm for the rest of the evening until the late hour broke us all up and all the Alphas went to their cars arm in arm with their Omegas, taking them home for some more fun.
Myre watched me on and off the whole night. My entire body remained tense as I tried to guess if he suspected me of something, or if he simply wanted to make sure I had a good time.
I had driven to dinner with Myre. When we all returned to his car, the Omegas came, too. Once we got back to the hotel, Myre parted ways with me in the hall.
