Page 87 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
I shove the panic down, pulling my lips up so hard my cheeks start to ache. The harder I try, the more I feel like Melanie notices me, which I hate. Usually people don’t pay this close attention. They don’t want to see things that make them uncomfortable, so they believe the mask. They ignore the eyes.
A solid, muscular front brushes against my back.
I glance at the cabinets behind Melanie and count the knobs, distracting my brain.
“I promise I’m playing nice, Melanie,” Trev says softly, almost like he’s trying not to startle me any more than he already has. His front presses into my back, and I force myself to melt into his hold. As his omega, I’d be comfortable with his touch by now, and I suspect nothing gets past Melanie. I’ll have to do my best masking to fool her. Trev smells like leather, orange, and cinnamon. His heat wraps around me, protective and a little possessive. His touch is safe. My heart doesn’t calm though, if anything, it starts to beat faster the longer he holds me. Now my racing heart has more to do with the strong alpha behind me than it does fear.
The upside to being an omega is my body craving an alpha’s touch. The pheromones I’m giving off should help convince her.
Tipping my head back, I reach up and touch my palm to his cheek, arching my back a little. “Nice enough,” I whisper, batting my eyelashes at him. My ass rubs against his crotch and he grunts.
His honey-brown eyes blaze and flick to my lips. “I can be nicer,” he says. Trev’s gaze devours me, making me wonder if he’d be as thorough with his lips.
“Sure you can, pumpkin.”
Melanie chuckles, and I blush, embarrassed that I forgot about her for a second. Trev is distracting.
“I see you have him handled. He needs someone to put him in his place.”
I drop my hand and start to take a step away, but Trev’s hand finds my stomach and he pulls me back against his body. I sigh and roll my eyes, earning another laugh from Melanie.
“I remember when I was a new pack omega. They’ll ease up after a few years.”
“Lying again, love?” A man with a slight accent enters the room. His blond hair is cut short, but his scruff is unkempt. The blue shirt he’s wearing matches the accent wall.
Melanie picks up the strainer and dumps the noodles into another pot filled with a creamy white sauce. “I’m not lying.”
“I’ve never stopped wanting to touch you.” As if to prove his point, he swoops in and snatches her by the waist, kissing her a little too intimately for being in front of guests.
“Dad,” Asher groans. “Sorry, guys.”
“Don’t apologize for love.” An older version of Asher struts into the kitchen, wearing a nice pair of jeans and a black shirt. “Love is unashamed.”
The blond man ravishes Melanie until Asher’s dad takes her from him. Asher mutters unbelievable, while Melanie is showered with affection and kisses. Another man comes in, his hair more gray than brown. He arches an eyebrow at the show and looks at Asher.
“What did you say?”
Asher huffs. “Don’t blame me.”
“Hmm. But it’s so easy,” the guy says with a playful wink. He notices me in Trev’s arms and tips his head to the side. “Mel, did you know there’s an omega in the kitchen?”
Melanie swats at Asher’s lookalike and extracts herself from his grabby hands. “You think I didn’t notice, Cody?”
Cody grins. “I know you did.” He goes and kisses her too, only less intimately than the others. His hand drops to her ass though.
“Get a room,” Asher says.
Avi laughs and everyone stops to look at him. He bristles and stops smiling. “Don’t do that.”
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“It’s okay,” he says to me. “It’s the rest of them I don’t like staring at me.” He steps forward and pulls me from Trev’s arms. “Stop hogging Whitney.”
Trev’s fingers linger on me as long as they can, until Avi has me far enough away he can’t hold on without following us. Holding me against his side, Avi walks us to the couch and away from the collective attention of Asher’s family.
“You okay?” Avi asks softly for only me to hear.
I nod and lean into his touch. “I’m good.”
