Page 46 of Omega Untamed
Kee had turned to see me and quickly backed into the kitchen.
I’d panicked and grabbed his arm just as he turned to see me.
I’d yanked him into the kitchen. I’d never had such fear and fury in my life, not when I was proving myself to Myre by doing despicable things, not even when I’d left him all alone in the forest by his empty grave.
All I could see in that moment were enemies everywhere, all with their eyes trained on Kee.
I didn’t remember what I said to him that night. Not exactly. But his beautiful green eyes popped wide as we’d faced each other off in the kitchen. He’d said something about an Omega neighbor. He’d apologized. None of it was enough.
I’d fixed a light dinner and ate it, still fuming, furious. Scared to death for both our lives. A simple mistake was all it took to ruin my cover, to make us both targets who would never escape the long reach of Myre.
Now, the long silence grew between us. The TV was like a buffer, but it didn’t correct the problem. I couldn’t see or hear it. I couldn’t taste my food as I ate.
Kee sat picking at his sandwich, then eating it as if he were commanded, without feeling. One program ended. Another began. It was early yet. Not even dark outside.
Kee moved his knee up and down. He set his plate on the coffee table. He tapped his fingers—the unbroken ones—against his chest, then his thigh, then a pillow.
The air in the room felt explosive. The tension could be tasted—like salt and rust combined.
Finally, Kee spoke. “I was worried about you being gone so long. I’m glad you’re back.”
“I am at Myre’s beck and call. There are no set hours. I told you that.”
“I know.” He lifted his head but continued to stare at the TV
I turned to really look at him now, assess him. Finally able to focus without the glaze of my anger, my fear.
His hair was bright today, and neatly brushed back. His skin glowed. He looked better than when I’d left him, not sick anymore, not hung over from withdrawal. Again, the fresh peach scent wafted off him, brushing over my skin as if scent could actually touch like hands and fingers. I felt my mouth water. There was no doubt this Omega was beguiling, but I usually had more control about such matters.
My cock gave a gentle throb. My heartbeat increased.
Kee’s features in profile were regal, strong. He easily could have passed for an Alpha if not for his scent. He had unusual height for an Omega, and the muscle on him had been worked at. I liked that about him. He wasn’t weak or fawning. At least not in my presence. Maybe he behaved that way toward clients who expected it, but I wasn’t a client. He’d made me an offer only once, and that was when he was at his worst, wanting an exchange for drugs.
But he was trouble for himself. He was a wild card. Myre would have dismissed him as untrustworthy if he’d had him on his crew, if Kee had been an Alpha. It was because Kee was wily, which made his nature unpredictable.
Kee needed stability. I could give it. Maybe. But I wasn’t around enough. But maybe if I set out tasks for him. Discipline.
At the worddiscipline, my cock gave another twitch.
It was ridiculous to think Kee would respond in any manner to what I wanted for him. To keep him safe first and foremost. But more?
I couldn’t think it.
He was wild. His restlessness put him in danger. If he wouldn’t listen to me…
But could I make him?
Before I could squash that thought, my body became very intrigued at the idea.No, I told myself.Just no. He was very attractive. That was all this was. My crazy ideas for more intimacy were just that. Nuts. And stemming from no other fact than that Kee needed to stay safe.
As for the discipline part—meaning tasks and chores—I had to try. It would keep him occupied, at least. Avoid boredom.
“What do you think about pale blue for this room?” I asked calmly, as if we’d been conversing easily since we sat down.
“What?”
“I’ve been thinking of repainting the living room.”
“Oh! Um. Pale blue would be better for the bedroom.” He shook his head as if to get himself out of some distant headspace, and glanced up, then right to left. He pointed to the wall by the door. “Off-white on that one maybe. Then maybe pale gold?”
