And there go the warning bells again.
“Uh, no, I guess not.”
The chiseled alpha across from me guffaws, his grin sharp. “It’s cute when you’re coy.”
Am I being coy? I thought I was serving uncomfortable and potentially coming down with a stomach flu, given the way sweat is beading on my brow and trickling down the back of my neck.
“Is it hot in here?” I ask, fanning myself with my hand.
That makes Oscar chuckle again. “It definitely feels like things are heating up.”
I barely suppress a groan, my stomach clenching again. “I’ve got to get out of here before I barf again,” I mutter under my breath.
He raises a brow at me. “You want to get out of here?” A sly smile curves across his lips. “I ordered you some pasta, but if you’re ready to move this somewhere else, who am I to say no?” Oscar drags his eyes up and down me, and I shudder.
Or shiver. Shit, I think I have a fever.
Oscar waves down the server, asking for the check, explaining that I’m “not feeling well” with a cheeky wink.
God, he’s either oblivious or very determined to get me to bed. Either option has my pulse quickening as he walks me out of the restaurant after the server finally came back with the check almost a full fifteen minutes later.
His palm rests possessively against my back. The cold night air against my feverish skin makes me release an involuntary moan, and suddenly I’m being backed up by the much larger man until my back hits a brick wall.
“Damn, omega, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you? You aren’t even trying to hide the scent of your slick.” He leans closer, eyes hungry.
I inhale and realize to my horror that yes, my perfume is filling the air between us.
“I’m not. It’s…I’m not feeling well, so I think I’ll go home. But thank you for dinner.”
I try to duck under his arm but he doesn’t let me, gripping my waist hard. “I know I said I liked you being coy, but don’t be a cocktease.”
The potential severity of the danger I’m in right now slams into my chest. I’ve practiced ignoring alpha barks since I was a pre-teen, so he most likely won’t be able to control me, but he’s still bigger and stronger.
I start to shake, lightheaded and overheated and terrified. It’s mortifying that my reaction isn’t to push him away and tell him to back off, but my omega is panicking, so I give him my best attempt at a shaky smile.
“I’m s-sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you.”
His smile is sharp and unkind. “That’s okay, omega. I know a way that you can make it up to me.” His body presses mine to the wall as he grips my ass so hard I cry out in pain, and grinds his erection against my stomach.
I turn my face away, eyes closing like I can shut this out. Like if I just let him do what he wants, it’ll be done faster and I can go home and lie down and cry.
“Get off of him.”
My eyes snap back open at the sound of a familiar, feminine voice.
Oscar doesn’t turn away, but he growls. “This is none of your business. He’s fine.”
“Are you fine?” The woman’s voice is sharp.
I can’t get my words to work. All that comes out is a tremulous whine.
Oscar glares at me and I brace myself for his anger, but instead he collapses to his knees, gripping his crotch with a pained howl.
“What the fuck?! You bitch!” Oscar reaches out to grab her, but she moves out of the way and kicks him in the crotch again while his hands are extended.
He collapses forward, and a petite hand wraps around my wrist, pulling gently. I look up from the heaving alpha on the pavement to see my savior.
My brain goes fuzzy at the sight.
