She picks up her pace, and I give chase. Her hand lands on the doorknob to the private VIP bathroom on this floor, and I curl my fingers around her bicep, stopping her from disappearing. I pull her back harder than intended, and she slams into my chest with a gasp. A growl breaks free from me as I stare down at her.
“What the fuck!” she explodes, pushing at my chest and shrugging off my hold on her arm. “What do you want from me? One minute, you are flirting, then kissing the shit out of me in your closet, only to shut down and lock me out. I get it, it’s you, not me—but Elliott, I can’t handle this hot and cold that you are doing. I already told you to find someone that makes you happy,” she says, stepping back, her throat working in a swallow as she pins me with a look that screams leave me alone.
“It’s you. Lilah, you make me happy. Don’t you get it? I wanted to find my omega, without the pheromones driving me, and I did. From the second I laid eyes on you, I knew. Your perfume only cemented that fact. You’re our scent match, don’t you feel it?”
She blinks slowly, her mouth opening and then closing. “I—What?”
“It’s you, only you. If we could quit the show—but we can’t. You have no need to be jealous of the other omegas, because in the end, we will pick you every time.”
“You…No, you can’t say things like that.” She shakes her head, denying my words as she steps back again, putting more distance between us. “You can’t make those kinds of promises.”
“Why not?” Shoving my hands into my pockets so I don’t grab her again, I watch her with my heart in my throat. Is she going to reject our scent match?
“You just can’t, Elliott. It isn’t fair to the seven other hopeful omegas.” She gestures back toward the VIP room as if I want any of them. I don’t.
Unable to stop myself, I remove my hands from my pockets and step forward until I have her pressed against the wall, boxing her in. Cupping her face, I dip my head to her level, capturing her eyes with mine.
“Then I guess life isn’t fair, buttercup, because I only want you.”
“Elli—”
Cutting off her protest because my heart can’t take another one, I swallow the rest of her words with my mouth on hers. It’s like an instant inferno the second our lips touch. Our tongues dance, and I am instantly hard inside my jeans.
I pull her closer, my hands sliding down to the small of her back, pressing her against me. She moans softly into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. The taste of her, the feel of her—it's intoxicating. I can feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, mirroring my own.
Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging gently as if trying to pull me even closer. The heat between us is undeniable, a magnetic force that neither of us can resist. I let my hands roam, exploring the curve of her waist, drifting down her legs to the softness of her bare thighs. She arches into me, a silent plea for more.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling, ragged and heavy. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips swollen and glistening. "I need you," she whispers, her voice a husky murmur that sends a jolt of desire straight through me.
Fuck, I need her too. But that isn’t going to happen in the bathroom of Wisteria, even if it’s a VIP bathroom. My gaze snags on another door, on the same side of the hall as the VIP room. Without hesitating, I let her go long enough to try the doorknob and find it unlocked.
We tumble into the thankfully empty room. And I release her only long enough to lock the door and drop the blinds on the windows to the dance floor below. She meets me halfway, and I lift her into my arms, carrying her to the long sofa, before sitting down and situating her on my lap. A knee on either side of my legs.
Just like in my closet, the heat of her through her panties seeps through my jeans. Her dress has ridden up, and the slight peek of her black lace beneath it has me thickening even more inside my pants.
“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she says between kisses. I can hardly think straight with her straddled over me. “I guess omegas really do climb you like a tree, at least this one does.” She giggles, and I smile against her lips.
I groan, my fingers going to her ass as she presses her full weight against me and flexes her hips down into me seeking friction. “You’re the only one that matters.”
CHAPTER 30
Lilah
My body’s on fire.I settle against the bulge in his jeans and flex my hips, needing our clothes to be off. His fingers slip against the skin of my ass and along the line of my panties, tightening as I attempt to fuck him with our clothes still on.
“You’re the only one that matters,” he replies, his husky voice driving me on.
I don’t care that Rafe and Miles are two doors down with three other omegas. I don’t care if every single one of them knows what happens between us. The only thing I care about right this second is the man below me, handing me all the control.
My fingers go to the button on his jeans, and I pop it open, the zipper sliding half-way down from the pressure of his straining cock. His swollen purple crown pushes it further, and I help it along. The tips of my fingers graze his silky smooth skin on the way down. He sucks in air between his teeth at the sensation, and I curl my fingers around his thick length, freeing him more.
Commando. I didn’t picture Elliott as a commando man.Maybe black briefs or boxer briefs…not sans underwear completely.
“Fuck, Lilah—” he groans, his head dropping back into the wall above the couch.
I stroke him from root to tip, swiping my thumb over his slit to gather the proof of his desire seeping from him already.
Releasing him momentarily, I curl my fingers around the fabric of his jeans and tug. “Up,” I demand, my voice coming out throaty and that single word dripping with need.
