She sits up. “No.” Her face reddens as she takes in all the people standing around her.
I help her to her feet and out the circle.
“I told a friend of mine I needed to make some extra money to help pay my tuition. She told me about a posting on Quick Jobs. She said you’ll make good money. I responded to the post. And here I am. Everything was going fine, until he started choking me.”
My brows raise. “We may have saved your life.”
Her skin turns eerily pale. “I think you did.”
***
Before looking around we introduced ourselves to the woman. Her name is Kila. She sits off to the side huddled in her coat waiting for us to finish looking around, so we can all leave together. The rest of us scour the tunnel for any clues. We find another wolf mask, red robe, a knife, and gloves buried in the ground behind a large stone.
We have to find this guy before he kills another omega. I won’t let him get near my omega.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
HARPER
I stir awake to the soft hum of purring and the intoxicating blend of sandalwood, cedar, and fresh laundry filling the air. A slow wave of pleasure spreads through me as I gasp, “Thatcher.”
His fingers find my clit, working me expertly. I can’t recall when I slipped out of my pajama bottoms and panties.
“Tell me this pussy is mine,” Thatcher growls close to my ear.
I won’t give him that claim. My pussy doesn’t belong to any of them. Still, they’re working to get on my good side. Waking up to this kind of pleasure is a great way to start my day.
“You smell like mine, Harper,” he murmurs against my skin.
His long, thick dick presses into my side. Without hesitation, I reach inside his boxers and begin stroking him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
His lips crash onto mine in a fierce kiss. I stroke faster as he keeps pleasing me. His shaft twitches in my hand. My body trembles as we climax together. His cum spurts all over my flannel pajama top.
Thatcher’s head sinks into one of the many pillows. He licks my slick from his fingers.
“Damn, you taste good, little omega.”
I lean into him and slide my fingers through his golden strands. “Thatcher, just because you made me come doesn’t mean we’ll bond.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I know. I’ll run a bath for you. Dustin will prepare breakfast. But I’ll clean up any slick covering your pussy and thighs first.” He flashes a cocky grin.
He positions himself between my legs and licks my pussy clean until I cum again. Thatcher stands on his knees, unbuttons my soiled top, and removes it. “I’ll wash the bedding too.”
“Who is this Thatcher and what have you done with the asshole?”
He kisses my lips again. “I’m behaving like the Thatcher you remember before you left.”
I notice the hurt in his beautiful expression. He turned into a shell of an alpha when I left Greywood. I caress his handsome face. “I’ll let you get to work.”
He grins and pecks my lips again before he disappears into the bathroom.
A smile lifts my lips as I bask in this moment.
I reach into the nightstand for the scent suppressants. Then decide against taking them. I have to learn how to manage my need. If I’m not careful, I’ll let them knot me. I shake off the thought.
Be strong Harper.
