Page 51 of Omega Untamed
I hadn’t asked him to help me. He’d done it on his own. Was he having regrets?
“I swear I’m careful. I’m so careful. And I’ve lived on my own for years. Icantake care of myself.” I put my chin up to emphasize that last sentence.
Bast hadn’t moved. He was framed by the closed front door. A long silence stretched between us. He was all black edges and dark light tonight, his mouth tight, the muscles under his clothing bulging with tension. Strong. Powerful. The kind of Alpha I loved in bed, more than his size, but exuding confidence, the kind who didn’t normally shop the streets for Omegas, but had them lining up, or rented them from expensive farms and cloister houses.
My body gave a little tremor at the thought, one of many I’d had of Bast holding me, covering me, thrusting in and out of me.
It had been two days. I’d worked hard, but I’d been so lonely. Bast couldn’t even text me. I’d worried, I’d worked, I’d waited.
And now here he was. It was a given that I’d have a visceral, erotic response to him being near.
Finally, he spoke. “I know you can take care of yourself under normal circumstances. This is anything but normal.”
“You don’t think I know that?” I held out my hand with the splint. It didn’t hurt much anymore, unless I bumped it. My toe looked all black and blue, the cut mostly healed, and did not hurt at all, for which I was grateful.
“Do not take this lightly!” Bast’s entire body tensed. His face hardened and his lips opened and for a moment I thought he might growl.
I took a step forward. I didn’t feel fear, though maybe I should have, but more of an intense worry. My immediate thought was to reassure him. “Bast. I’m fine. No one has come by here.”
“It doesn’t mean they aren’t watching.”
“Did something happen over these past two days?” I took more steps toward him. “Bast, something happened. Tell me.”
I was within touching distance now. What would he do if I reached out? Before I could find out, he turned away slightly, not meeting my eyes. His voice came out flat and low.
“Myre said things. To me. He could smell an Omega on me.”
I nodded and shivered at the same time. “He knows what I smell like.”
“I have been using scent blockers so he can’t smell any specific scent from me or you.”
“Okay then, it’s not that suspicious,” I offered. “Alphas see Omegas, some of them very often. It’s not unusual.” Now I gambled on reaching out and touching his sleeve. He glanced at my hand. I kept it there, pressing in a little.
“No. It isn’t. Myre is old. But he still has some interest. He asked if he could watch me.”
“Watch you?”
“With an Omega.”
My mouth dropped open.
“He’s too curious about me,” Bast continued. “He has been in the past, but back then I was on the job all the time. Day and night. He already saw everything.”
“You’re still on the job day and night. You’ve been gone two days,” I said.
“But he wants to know what I’m up to even when I’m gone for a short while. I need you to understand how important it is to be careful.”
Now I clasped my fingers around his forearm. “I do understand. So what did you say?”
“Say?” His eyebrows went up.
“About his proposal. Watching you.” I realized this was not a funny situation and I needed to be more serious. “I mean, it’s kind of creepy coming from that guy, okay?”
“Of course I said no.”
“Was he mad or weird?” I had experience with rebuffed Alphas. Some of them were not pretty when their egos were bruised.
“He was unreadable. Flat.”
