Page 34 of Omega Untamed
“Take this.” He put a hand beneath my shoulder and helped me sit up.
“What is it?”
“Aspirin. You can’t have more of the detox meds for six hours.”
My hand shook as I took the pills from him, stuffed them in my mouth, and reached for the glass. I drank thirstily, draining it.
Bast took the glass from my hand, letting me lie back. “I’ll get more water. It’ll be on the nightstand if you need it.”
“Thank you.”
I closed my eyes and sleep came swiftly.
Bast must not have left the room, at least not for very long increments, because when I woke in dim light thrashing, calling out, I felt strong arms holding me down. The sheet was tangled about my legs. The pillows were strewn at my sides. My body shivered and quaked uncontrollably. Muscle cramps squeezed up and down my legs and in my abdomen.
I yelled a lot, but strong hands seemed to know where to touch. He massaged my legs until I could straighten them out. As I clutched my stomach, he gently pried my hands away and rubbed circles around my belly button, soothing me.
Exposed and naked again, I didn’t care.
Eventually, I turned into his embrace. “Don’t leave,” I whispered.
Miraculously, his arms did not move away, and I fell back to sleep in his embrace, my face pressed to the inside of his shoulder.
Chapter Ten
Bast
“I need you here by one,” Myre said.
I stared at my phone. I hated to leave Kee when he was so vulnerable, at his worst. But Myre brooked no excuses from his crew.
“Yes, sir.”
It had been a hard night. I’d gotten only a few hours of sleep. Kee had been so ill at several points I’d almost called my doctor friend. I discovered he relaxed and slept easier when I was near. What I could easily do for him was keep him hydrated by making him drink lots of water, which he did not turn down, and massage away his pain and cramps.
He called out for me if I wasn’t there right by his side. He probably didn’t even know he was doing it, but if I could make him stop yelling by being nearby, I’d do it. No sense attracting the attention of the neighbors. If I put my arms around him, he would curl into me and sleep like a baby.
Now I had to go back into the bedroom and tell him he was on his own. It might be hours. Myre had various projects and kept me close whenever he needed me. Sometimes for days at a time. Plus, I owed a report to Sam. But that would require another surreptitious trip to the abandoned building down the block from the casino.
When would I have the time?
Maybe on the way to work I could buy a burner and use that. Once. Then get rid of it. It was more dangerous. I might be seen buying it. It might push the paranoia button on an already paranoid crime boss.
I walked into the bedroom in my bare feet. The soft shuffle of my clothing seemed too loud. I always expected the room to smell like illness and suffering, but Kee gave off his peach scent that was so nice, so wonderful I didn’t want to think about it.
Most Omegas smelled from just okay to great. All Alphas experienced this attunement to Omega scent. It was in our chemistry. But this Omega’s fragrance penetrated through my body leaving me overly concerned for him—more than I would be. And hungry. More than I would be.
Touching him didn’t help. His skin was leaf-soft, his muscles curving in all the right places. He’d been naked before me in the bathroom, and thrown his sheets off so many times in the bed that I had memorized his body.
Yes, he was pretty. Almost too pretty. Ample in all the right places, trim everywhere else, and little to no body hair, which made him seem all the more vulnerable to me.
I was not interested in him at all. No. But I kept having to remind myself of this. It wasn’t the fact that he was a street whore. I didn’t care about that one way or the other. Selling yourself for sex wasn’t illegal. But he was an addict. That was a problem. I didn’t care for addicts.
For the time being, I might be helping him get clean, but when my job ended—and I saw that happening in less than six months—he’d go. And when he did, he’d be back to his old ways. That’s how it was with addicts.
Of course I could fuck Omegas without becoming attached. But I’d never lived with one. Not for more than two days.
Kee was a street boy, sure, but along with his wild and wanton lifestyle, he had a vulnerable sweetness about him. I shouldn’t have liked that about him. I shouldn’t have given it a second thought.
