“And what are you going to do, princess? Show me?” I chuckle. “I’d like to see you try, baby.” I lick my lips, realizing all at once that her mouth is close enough to kiss. She presses her lithe, delicate frame against me, and I can feel the heat emanating off of her. She whines. Fuckingwhines, and I groan, involuntarily thrusting myself against her. Her dark gaze flashes from my lips to my eyes.
And just as she opens her mouth–
“Ahem…” the faint sound of Olly’s voice cuts through the strange tension.
We both turn to see Olly standing at the entrance with a needle. “Gage would like a word, Emmett,” he says carefully. Auryn drops me like a hot potato, stepping back, her entire demeanor shifting.
It’s wild to watch that sort of transformation before my eyes, and had I not just been pinned by the feral little kitten, I wouldn’t believe she was capable of such things.
Because the way she looks at Olly…
Fuck. It pisses me off.
I growl as Olly holds up his other hand.
“It’s just a heat suppressant. I’m not–” he looks at her, his gaze softening. “I’m here to help.”
I push off the wall, noticing that Auryn’s backed herself into the corner, and I have no choice but to leave. Whatever happened between us…
It’ll need to be addressed, and I should tell Gage. Her strength isn’t normal. Isn’t natural for an omega, let alone an omega of her size.
But Olly doesn’t need to know that. I doubt she’d attack him, anyway. For some reason shelikeshim.
I exit the cage, but I don't shut the door. I know she won’t move. Not now thathe’shere.
I stop when I get to the entrance where he stands and take a look at him. His hair is a bit messy and he’s dressed in clean clothes—a tight-fitting black shirt, grey sweatpants—and his hair still looks wet.
I’ve never actually seen the guy in anything except his scrubs, so it’s kind of odd to see him so…casual.
But I guess he hasn’t really had time to head back to his quarters, so it’s likely borrowed clothes from the infirmary.
Still, something about the sight both intrigues me and pisses me off, and I’m not sure how to feel about that.
“Careful, Olly.” I growl. “She’s not ours.”
He looks at me with a blank expression.
“I know that,” he says plainly. “I’m the only objective person in this bloody compound right now.” His gaze roves over me as I adjust my cock. He twists his lips. “I have many questions for you, Emmett,” he says pointedly, breaking my gaze. “But those will have to wait until tomorrow.”
And with that he leaves me in his dust as he heads towards the omega in the cage.
Chapter 7
Diego
It’s hard to sit still while Gage applies antiseptic and steri-strips to the scratches on my face. Normally Olly would patch me up, but he’s off to face the omega, armed with nothing more than a syringe full of suppressant and an unnatural amount of confidence for a beta.
“She got you good,” Gage murmurs as he takes off his gloves and tosses them in a trash can. “You’ll still be pretty, but you might scar a bit.”
“At least I didn’t get kneed in the knot,” I counter. “That’s gonna give you a limp for days.”
Gage growls and yanks open the freezer. He pulls out an ice pack and plops down on one of the infirmary cots with his long legs spread eagled. The ice pack gets applied directly to his groin, and he hisses in a sharp intake of breath as the cold, hard pack makes contact. “I didn’t have a knot yet, thank God, or I’d be in a much worse mood.”
“Did you see her scars?” I ask in a hushed voice, changing the subject.
Gage raises a brow at me. “Scars?”
I nod and draw imaginary lines on my arm with a fingertip. “All over her. Some were likely from putting up a fight like she did tonight, but some were too … clean. Too sharp, too straight, too even.”
