Page 49 of Omega Untamed
I looked him directly in the eyes then. “You checked?”
“I did. You don’t mind, do you? You know I keep you closest to me in my activities so I like to know what you’re doing.”
All the time? I wondered.
“So then you must partake outside the hotel. Other times. At your apartment.”
Thinking quickly, I lied. “The scent on me you smell. Uh, well, I have an Alpha neighbor. Sometimes I go over for barbecues. He has an Omega husband and two children. One is an Omega.”
“Ah. I see. Yes. That might be it.”
The way he saidmighttold me he did not believe me. If he spied on me all the time, did that mean he spied at my apartment? I knew Kee kept the curtains closed all the time now. He was good about that. But he had accepted deliveries. Paint. Painting accessories. New clothes. Some grocery drop-offs. I realized I had not been as strict as I should have about that sort of thing.
A sudden fear settled in me that Kee was in danger. Perhaps at this very moment. It wasn’t the fact that I had an Omega staying with me. It was the fact that he was Kee. And Kee was supposed to be dead.
“Don’t look so worried,” Myre said. He let out a strange laugh again. “I only wondered if you ever take outside partners into your Burns.”
“What do you meanoutside?”
“If you, for example, might share an Omega with another Alpha.” He paused, his eyelids closing half-way. “Or let another watch.”
My body relaxed. So this was what he’d been leading to. The gossips in the organization had said Myre liked to watch. I always thought he liked seeing two Omegas play together. It seemed more taboo, more Myre-like.
“I’m sorry,” I said, turning my head to the side.
“Sorry for what?” Myre asked.
“I don’t do that. Ever.”
“Not even to maybe make an exception?”
“No.”
Sam would be furious with me. He’d have told me to go ahead and seduce Myre even more. Win him to me intimately in every way, even that way. I had lines I wouldn’t cross. But I kept thinking of Kee, seeing him in those ripped jeans, his naked chest gleaming, his eyes shining. His dancing body in the short black robe when he’d been in the more hyper state of withdrawal.
I felt both protective and oddly proprietary. In truth, though I’d thought about renting chattel for my next Burn, I couldn’t stomach the thought of being in the presence of another Omega for sex. I wanted to go home to Kee only, and simply see what he’d been up to. And as for Kee, though I knew eventually I would have no right to control him, just the thought of him with another Alpha made my mind spin, then stop.
This was the first time I’d actually faced, straight on, this non-rational response to having Kee living in my apartment, touching all my things, remaking it to his tastes.
Myre looked at me and while I felt good at a job well done—Sam would be ecstatic—that gaze was toxic.
“You say no. Just like that.” Myre sounded anything but pleased.
“I’m sorry, sir. It’s just a thing with me.”
“I don’t believe in the old adage never mix pleasure with business. You know that.”
“Yes. And you have treated me very well with fancy dinners and gifts and my salary. And the car.” He’d given me so much. “But I have my weird tastes, and my ways.”
“So no sharing. Now that we’ve got that out in the open,” Myre said.
I waited for the rest of that sentence. The hammer to drop. The wrath to descend.
I wanted to smooth things over. If it got tense between us, the entire job would be at stake. Not only my place in Myre’s organization, but my field work position. I’d been at this two years. If I didn’t bring results, it would be considered a failure and I didn’t want to think about how that would be addressed regarding me and my future.
‘You appeal to me,” Myre said boldly. “I want you to know that.”
“And I am honored,” I replied. “But I am oriented to Omegas only. And when I am in the Burn, very territorial.”
