Page 79 of Pack Owned
He nods and starts opening a package of organic, expensive bread that I can’t remember the name of and don’t care to learn. I have an Omega to see.
Trying not to race out of the kitchen, I take the stairs two at a time. Just in case I’m wrong and she’s sleeping, I quietly crack open the door and spot Ryker conked out in the bed, but the spot next to him is empty.
There’s a splash from the bathroom, and my grin splits my face. There’s my Omega.
Ryker had his time with her, and he needs to leave. Now.
“Wake up!” I tug at the comforter tangled around his legs, trying to ignore how the room smells of sex. “I think someone stole your bike.”
“Wh-What?” he asks groggily. “My bike? Mother fucker!” He’s suddenly wide awake and bolts out of bed naked. He rushes out of the room.
I chuckle. He’s gonna pay me back when he finds out his bike is fine, but this gives me a few minutes alone with Kayla. Can you blame me?
My knuckles rap against the bathroom door in a playful rhythm.
“Come in, Liam,” she answers.
“How’d you know it was me?” I ask as I push the door open.
“Your scent,” she replies without hesitation, her dark blue eyes not lifting from the steaming bathwater. “Plus, Dane’s too proper, and Ryker… well, I figured he’d never knock like that.”
“Figures.” I chuckle, leaning against the doorway, taking inventory of her—dark blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, pink lips, and those perfect breasts rising with every breath. She’s wrapped up in the steam and scents of the bath, looking like some pagan offering to the gods.
“Did you lie to Ryker? Telling him his bike was stolen?” She puts one of her feet up on the edge of the bath, her toe fiddling with the faucet that drips out a bead of water every few seconds.
“Hey, it’s not as bad as the time I put two dozen pigeons in his Porsche, AC running of course. Man, I never saw so many feathers or Ryker’s face so purple.”
She gasps, but a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “You didn’t.”
“His precious sports car smelled like pigeon shit for weeks.”
“Did he pay you back?” She arches an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” I shrug. “Guess who had to clean up the bird crap, but I conveniently left one heap under the driver’s seat until he caught me.”
“Is Ryker the only one you play tricks on?” She jerks upright in the bath, hiding those gorgeous tits and rose-pink nipples with her arms.
“Nah, Dane has gotten his dose in equal measure. Once, we were arm wrestling, and I had a stick hidden in my other hand. Just as Dane started to win, I cracked the stick and groaned, pretending he broke my arm.”
“What did Dane do when he found out the truth?” She leans against the bathtub, and I have to fight the thought of stripping down and joining her. Soon… once she’s healed.
“Oh, he paid me back in spades. Rubbed my sheets with poison ivy. I was itching for days before I finally figured out what the hell was going on. What about you?” I cock my head to the side. “Anything you’re guilty of?”
“Normal Omega stuff. Skipping classes, sneaking out to smoke. God, I miss my friends.” She blinks back tears. “I hope they’re okay.”
“I’m sure they are, but I’ll do some snooping and see what I can find out. Were they the three on the bus with you?”
For a moment, she hesitates, and I worry that I’ve overstepped. Then she nods.
I lightly trail my hand across her forearm, and her mouth opens in an “O” shape.
“In the meantime, do you need anything?” My voice drops to a husky whisper.
She glances up at me through her lashes, and my cock jerks at the sight.
“Dane gave me pain meds, herbs, and Epsom salts for the bath. He’s making breakfast now.”
“Well, knowing him and his perfection, breakfast won’t be for a while.”
