Page 28 of Omega Untamed
He would sleep for some hours more, I was sure. I got up and used the bathroom, then went into the kitchen and made myself a fresh pot of coffee, and some scrambled eggs and toast. My inner clock was completely off. I had breakfast for dinner far too often. And dinner at six a.m.
I brought my food into the bedroom on a tray. I didn’t want to stray too far from Kee. It was a weird feeling, not one I usually had. Protective? Perhaps, but only insofar as my job had compromised him and I was responsible.
I’d killed before. To cement my cover. To earn Myre’s trust. But those incidents had been mostly self-defense. At least that’s what Sam told me to keep me grounded in the field, to keep me in a gang I felt far too much a part of lately.
When I finished my meal, I checked my texts.
Kee turned in the bed, the covers going all over the place, and moaned, then settled curled up on his other side. He now faced more toward me. The pants I’d given him were tugged down a little revealing an edge of golden hip.
Saliva built up in my mouth and I swallowed hard. My gaze did not leave his form. His hair, like a tidal wave of dark brown swept over his face. One arm stuck straight out in front of him, the injured hand thick in white wrappings. His bicep bulged beneath smooth, hairless skin.
I forced shallow breaths. If I inhaled deeply, I could smell him and that just wouldn’t do. As it was, he was leaving his street-soaked peach scent all over everything in my bedroom. He also smelled hot and edgy, like distant lightning just before the rain comes and washes the world.
His scent affected me, as it would any Alpha. Nothing special here, just one more Omega essence teasing the Alpha chemical make up as biology dictated.
No, I told myself. I didn’t want to take him. I didn’t want to put little babies into his body. My body surged because that was the way it was made. My mind was my own and it was the meat-suit trapping that came with its own set agendas.
That wasn’t me.
Besides, I had little use for Omegas on a strictly for-need basis. My Burns were clean, which meant every two months I had a bit of a fever for a day or so, and only a minimal urge to mate. It didn’t make me less powerful an Alpha, simply my semen potency was half of normal range, so my chances of producing children were considerably reduced. It was a relief, actually, that I didn’t have to be saddled with that responsibility. I could focus on my job.
Myre bought and sold Omegas like candy. Like the drugs he dispersed throughout the country. When I needed one, a pretty young thing was always available at no charge to me, no questions asked. I didn’t like the set up but I used it as did all his crew. I knew he also sold them to secret and particular underground kink establishments, and many were never heard from again. He could have done that with Kee, but he’d chosen to silence him. Forever.
Myre had no children and I never asked why. Or maybe he did have them, but never raised them or claimed them as his heirs.
As I watched Kee sleep, lips slightly parted to form a pink oval, I noted his beauty. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to myself I noticed. But Omega pretty boys were a dime a dozen. It meant nothing to me, his looks, his deep green cat’s eyes that were exotic as hell, and his filled-out body that many Alpha’s would envy.
It wasn’t right that he should die at Myre’s order. But now, here he was. Exactly the sort of extra complication I didn’t need in my life right now. Of course I was happy not to kill him, but what had I gotten myself into?
As night came on, Kee continued to sleep, his rest deep now, very still. I dozed away another hour, then another.
When I opened my eyes, Kee was sitting up in my bed staring at me through the curving shadows cast by the hall light.
I leaned forward. “You’re awake.”
“At first I didn’t know where I was.” He spoke in an almost-whisper. “Then I saw you sitting there.”
“I suppose you will be hungry.”
Kee cocked his head, a dark silhouette that even in this dimness spelled trouble for me. I could feel it in my bones.
“Do you have my phone?” he asked.
“You asked that before. I told you it had to be destroyed. For one thing, it has a GPS.”
He said nothing.
“You had over twenty texts from someone named Tarin. Do I have to worry? Will he be looking for you?”
“No. Well, maybe. But not officially. Not involving the authorities or anything.”
“Who is he?”
Kee shrugged.
“I’m not prying. I couldn’t care at all about your personal life. But I need to know these things.”
“Just a friend. That’s all.”
