Page 6 of Rocked By the Alpha
“I thought it was a free bar.” She hooked the cherry from her drink, floating above the ice, and popped it between his lips. “Nice meeting you.”
And then she turned and sauntered away, knowing he watched her go, feeling his gaze like it was heating her body.
She hadn’t made it five paces from the bar before he was beside her. “You want to come home with me, Omega?” His hand was on her lower back, and his touch felt electric.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I think it’s a very good idea.” His fingertips skated against her spine.
“You don’t even know my name.”
“I’d like to know your name.”
“It’s Ruby. Ruby Bloom. Perhaps you’ve heard of me.”
“Ahhh,” his hand fell away from her back and she wanted it back there.
Treacherous little Omega body. But his scent was so good, and he was so close, strong and big. She imagined him engulfing her in his strong arms. She wetted her lips.
“Yeah, ahhh.”
His face turned serious for a flicker of a moment, before a smile reformed. “You know they say hate sex is some of the best.”
“I expect you’d know,” she said, and he laughed, a noise that rumbled in his wide chest.
“Look, I get it, you’re pissed. But we didn’t steal that goddamn song, you know.”
She peered down at her shoes, her feet ached, and heavy earrings stung in her lobes. The music in the ballroom pounded and the light was dim.
“I know,” she said very quietly. It was Natasha who thought they had. Ruby always thought the idea was ridiculous. She doubted a successful band like theirs had even heard of them.
“But I can see how the whole thing pissed you off.” His face returned to that flickering serious expression, his eyes very dark. “Let me make it up to you.” His hand returned to her waist and his lips brushed against the shell of her ear as he leaned in to whisper, “I’m very good at making it up to Omegas.”
And he had been.
Chapter 3
“Sorry, Mom.” West pouts out his lip and gives Kim his best puppy dog eyes.
The band’s assistant is standing at the bottom of the steps of the private jet, a black umbrella hovering overhead as dank drizzle falls around her. He’s reminded of the times he turned up to school late and the headteacher would be waiting at the school gates, berating all the late comers.
“I’m not your fucking mother, West. But that doesn’t mean I won’t spank your ass if Hunter doesn’t kick it first. I’ve spent half my night trying to track you down, asshole. Ever heard of a cell phone?”
“What’s the big deal? I’m here, aren’t I? And on time.”
“We were meant to take off half an hour ago. We’ve missed our air space and Hunter’s threatening to rip you a new asshole in there.” She peers up towards the jet, towering above her.
“I’m sorry.” He shrugs, the rain hitting his face and splashing into his eyes. “I’m sorry I’m late and I’m sorry I didn’t give you a blow by blow account of my whereabouts and activities over the course of last night.”
“You know it’s because everybody was worried about you, right?”
“Why?”
Kim rolls her eyes and gives an exasperated sigh, followed by a long muttered rant about working with a bunch of children.
“What’s the rush, anyway?” he asks. “We’ve got nothing booked for the next few days.”
“How the hell would I know? Hunter likes to keep to the schedule, doesn’t like you fucking around with it.” She peers at him through the rain. “Where were you? Matt said you ditched him and security has been throwing a fit.”
