Page 9 of Give Me You
“Alright, tell me what happened."
Akira
I sit across from the Omega, still stuffed on my brother’s knot, a pang of jealousy in my chest. Quickly, I brush that emotion away, focusing on something else. Like the fact that Emilio’s covered in my cum, hasn't even bothered to wipe it off, and he looks like a whole snack sitting there. My possessive streak tries to make an appearance, demanding I reach over and touch him again, claim him further.
My nostrils flare at the fact that I can't even smell him because the Omega doesn't have a scent. It's frustrating as hell, thisinability to read him the way I can read every other Omega I've ever encountered. But my scent on him seems sweeter somehow, right,perfect. It clings to his skin in a way that makes something primal in my chest settle.
Emilio leans his head back against Liam's shoulder, letting out a soft whimper as he caresses his belly. His whole body is flushed, a light sheen of sweat still covering his skin. I watch as my brother presses a soft kiss to Emilio's temple, his purr starting up and calming the Omega. The soothing sound fills the room, Emilio's body relaxing into it. I've never seen a soft side of the Omega before. Emilio is all sharp edges and sass when he's working the club, commanding the room with the kind of confidence that makes people forget he's an Omega. But this is something else entirely, something vulnerable and honest that pulls me in despite myself.
Liam's voice is gentle when he speaks, breaking the silence. "Mili, what happened? What did you take?"
Emilio groans, his eyes fluttering open. "I didn't take anything. I had some water, that's it. There were some bottles on the bar counter, and it was sealed. I made sure of it, and I took it, and then this happened."
"That's it?" Liam asks, his brow furrowing.
Emilio nods slowly, his hand still moving in small circles over his stomach. "That's all it could have been. But it doesn't make sense. You have to pay for those waters, and there's no way someone could have slipped it in there, right? Fuck, I'm so tired."
I tilt my head, studying him. The exhaustion is written all over his face, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced now that the heat spike has passed. But it's his hand on his belly that catches my attention, the way he keeps touching it like he's reassuring himself that everything is okay. "How did no one know you were pregnant?"
Emilio stills, and Liam tenses behind him. I can see the way my brother's jaw tightens, the protective instinct kicking in. But Emilio just sighs, his shoulders sagging. "Because I didn't tell anyone. It's not for anyone but me. My baby.Mine."
I smile at the defensiveness and possessiveness in his tone. It's the same fire I saw in him earlier when he was talking about the club, that fierce determination to protect what's his. It's attractive as hell, and I can't help but admire it. He's not going to let anyone take this from him, not the sponsors, not his brother, not even us.
Emilio's breathing slowly evens out, his eyes drooping. "I need to make sure my baby is okay, though. I don't… he's moving but I need…"
"We'll get you to the hospital," I say, leaning forward slightly.
Emilio shakes his head, the movement sluggish. "No, it's fine. I got this. Thank you, both of you. I'm going to pass out now, okay? And then I'll leave."
I go to say something, to argue that he needs to see a doctor, that we need to make sure the baby is okay after whatever the hell just happened. But before I can get the words out, a soft snore fills the room. My brows rise, and I look at my brother. "What the fuck?"
Liam snorts, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Emilio's arm. "It happens to most Omegas after they're knotted during a heat, to be honest. I'm surprised he didn't pass out sooner."
I'm just staring at Emilio now, watching the way his chest rises and falls with each breath. His face is relaxed in sleep, the tension that's always there when he's awake completely gone. He looks younger like this, softer, and I'm intrigued by the contrast. This is a side of him I never thought I'd see, and now that I have, I can't look away.
Liam's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "You like seeing him like this, don't you? Covered in your scent?"
I don't answer right away. The truth is complicated, and I'm not sure I want to admit it out loud. But Liam knows me too well, and there's no point in lying. "Why is this not more weird for you?" I ask instead, deflecting the conversation in a different direction.
Liam laughs, the sound quiet so as not to wake Emilio. "Because I always knew we'd share a mate. We do everything together and it would end up in disaster if we had our own families. We've tried, remember?"
I do remember. We've both had relationships over the years, both tried to build something separate from each other. But it never worked. We're too close, too intertwined. Our lives are built around each other, around the business we run together, and trying to split that has always ended badly. "And you somehow thought Emilio was going to be the one? We basically work for him and he clearly doesn't want our help. Is this about the baby?"
Liam shakes his head, his expression softening as he stares at the Omega in his arms. "I've always wanted Emilio. You think I've been in his bed more times than I can count because it's convenient? Fuck off, Akira." A teasing smile plays on his lips as he meets my eyes.
I laugh, the sound coming out harsher than I intended. "This is complicated as shit." I drag my hand down my face, finding my attention flitting between my brother and Emilio. Fuck, this is bad.
Liam grins, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's even more complicated now because I can see that you want him."
My lips curl up in a snarl as I push to my feet. Liam is right, and I hate that he is. I loved every last bit of what just happened. I loved the way Emilio looked at me, the way he begged, the way he tasted. But I would have loved even more fucking into the Omega's ass, hearing him call my name while I knotted him.
Emilio is hot as fuck, sure, but I've never thought about taking an Omega before. I've had my share of hookups, of casual flings, but none of them were serious. Nothing that made me think about a future beyond the next night. And one encounter with Emilio has changed all that.Shit.
I leave the room, closing the door quietly behind me before pulling out my phone and dialing Otto, needing to know what the hell is going on at the club. He picks up on the second ring.
"Akira. Everything okay?"
"What's going on there?" I ask, leaning against the wall. "Any other instances of what happened to Emilio?" A low growl starts up in my chest, my instincts urging me to rip apart whoever did this to the Omega. I stuff that reaction down too, refusing to look more into it.
