From me. Something about that makes me feel almost as shocked as when I felt Diego’s cock against mine.
“She likes you. And if she wants you, who am I to tell my omega she can’t have what she wants?” I say, my voice dropping an octave. “It’s…okay.” I let out a sigh. “I’m okay with it. Promise.”
Olly nods. “Okay, then.”
His shoulders loosen. “We’ll, uh…talk soon then? About my…questions.”
I know damn well I won’t be here, but I don’t want him to be suspicious. Still, I can’t help but give him the assurance he seeks. “Sure,” I say.
He looks at the snacks in my arms, almost as if he wants to question me, but thinks better of it.
“Good night, Emmett,” he says, and with that he turns around and leaves me alone.
“All right, you know the plan?” Diego says as he meets me on the side of the Humvee.
“Yes, yes. We’ve been over this, like, a hundred fucking times, man.”
Diego implores me with his gaze.
“You go to the door and do your schtick, and I hang back waiting for your signal.”
Diego’s dark gaze holds mine. “If I am not out in twenty minutes, you know what to do.”
I wave him off with one hand while I dump the packet of salted peanuts into my mouth with the other. “Yeah, yeah. Go home, get Gage.”
Diego nods. “Sí.”
We’d both agreed that if things went south, the best plan of action was to get our commander. Olly could take care of Auryn on his own. Not that I like the idea of leaving them alone at the compound, but Olly isn’t completely defenseless. Just because he works in the lab and is a pain in my ass most of the time doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to use a weapon or defend the base.
“Alright then, let’s get this fucking show on the road,” I say as I grab my gun from the trunk and slide it beneath the waistband of my pants, hiding it underneath my shirt.
We break for our positions, me taking up the rear on the edge of the forest line. I step over the shallow, freshly mounded graves, careful not to leave footprints in the mud there. I watch as Diego knocks on the door, staying out of sight.
I’m not close enough to hear what they are saying, but he taps his thigh and gives me the signal just before he enters the front door, so I know everything’s going according to plan so far, which is good.
I settle up at the back, kneeling behind the dark brush, watching both the back door and the front. I pull out the pack of beef jerky and gnaw on it a bit while I wait. I check my watch every five minutes, only to see a minute has passed.
The wind blows, and it’s cold, and I can’t shake that something feels…off.
Ominous. I watch the front door, waiting for Diego to come back out. I glance at my watch and it’s been five minutes, which isn’t that long, right?
Right.
The air is quiet, and I feel anxious in a way I don’t normally, which makes me wonder if fucking with Diego has messed with me more than I realize. I’m not the kind of guy who gets…attached.
I’ve fucked a handful of omegas, but alphas are a new development all together.
Well, I guess I’m not really fucking them. Gage fucked me. Diego didn’t really fuck me, but his dick was touching mine inside of Auryn, knot and all, so that counts, right?
I shouldn’t be thinking about my packmates’ dicks right now. I really shouldn’t, especially because I’m getting hard, and while I could probably bludgeon someone to death with my solid cock, I don’t think it would feel too good for me.
I push the thoughts out of my mind and check my watch. Nine minutes. Almost halfway.
He should have definitely come out by now. How long does it take to talk some dudes and scope the place out?
Instinct tells me something is wrong, but my training tells me I’m just being anxious. I’m letting personal shit affect my job, which I never do.
When I glance at my watch to see it’s now been ten minutes, I can barely contain myself.
