Page 53 of Omega Untamed
He made two turkey sandwiches, garnished them with pickles and lettuce, and cut open a green apple, sliced it, and added it to the side. Without looking at me, he handed me a plate and brushed by me again to go into the living room to his usual spot. There, he turned on the TV and sat.
I took my place on the couch. My body burning.
Slowly, I chewed my sandwich. I could tell it was great. He used lots of mayo and fresh turkey from the deli where he shopped. But honestly, I didn’t taste a thing. I chewed methodically, swallowing hard.
I drew my legs up beneath me and continued to eat, not really looking at him, but focusing only on him out of my peripheral vision.
He sat upright and still, the only movement was his jaw as he chewed, and his hand lifting the sandwich to his mouth. I knew he wasn’t hungry. He already told me he’d had a strange dinner with Myre. Maybe he hadn’t eaten much, but I figured he had prepared the meal to distract himself. To not think about what he’d just done.
Kissing me.
It could have been the silhouette of a ghost sitting in the chair beside the couch. A man not really there. This all could have been a dream.
My cock twitched, telling me it didn’t think this was a dream at all. This was real. This Alpha had an effect on me.
I finished my sandwich and apple slices, glancing quickly at Bast’s plate as I set my own on the coffee table and grabbed my water.
Bast had barely eaten any of his meal.
I let the TV play some inane sitcom a little longer, then turned to him, folding my legs so my feet were centered at my crotch, and leaned forward.
“May we please talk?”
Bast turned to look at me. He swallowed. I saw muscles twitch in his face. His eyes were flashes of obsidian. “No.”
I leaned forward a little more, bouncing a little. “Yes.” I kept my voice as soft and low as possible.
“All right.” He put his plate in his lap. “I’m thinking it might be better if I take you to a hotel. One I know is not associated in any way with Myre.”
“Hmm. Yes, I’ve been airing the bedroom. I opened the windows, but having to keep the curtains shut prohibits the smell of paint from fading. It’s a slow process.”
“That’s not why.”
I nodded, clasping my hands. “You don’t think I’m safe here anymore.”
“No.”
“All right.” I jumped up. “I can pack very quickly. I have very little. Let’s go.”
He stared at me. “It will be just you.”
“Alone?” My heart fluttered in fear. He couldn’t leave me. Not now.
“Yes.”
“And about what just happened? When you were standing at the door—“
“We need not discuss it. It was thoughtless on my part. A mistake.”
“Didn’t feel like a mistake to me.” I touched my lips, then took a step toward him. “Not at all.”
“It was. I didn’t mean for it—“ He stopped. He kept interrupting his own thoughts and I knew it was because he still didn’t have complete control of them.
“It’s all right.” I winced at my unfortunate choice of words. I’d meant to say something more along the lines of, “It was great.” Something better than all right.
He shook his head. “You need to be safe. The issue cannot be confused with that.”
But I wasn’t confused. I was clear. He had saved me and I was grateful, but I wasn’t okay with the kiss because of that. Bast interested me beyond his mystery and long dark coat and perfectly combed back hair. He was a bad man, but something didn’t track with that, because my heart told me he wasn’t. I was intrigued from day one and I missed him when he wasn’t around.
