“Do you have a cigarette?”
His smile widened impossibly further, and he patted his lap. Fuck it. I plopped my ass on his thigh, breathing in his pheromones. He smelled the same as other Alphas—the same asthem,but then why couldn’t I stop obsessing, like I had a schoolgirl crush?
The Alpha I sat on leaned to the side, and the movement jostled me, so I was pressed against his bulge. I had no doubt that wasn’t accidental, but anything I was about to say disappeared when he held the cigarette out for me. I reached for it, and he drew it back. I glared at him, knowing what he was doing, but he only smiled. Leaning forward, I took the filter tip between my lips, and he brandished a lighter.
I sucked in, and the taste of mint filled my mouth. My eyes shut of their own accord, and the restlessness faded. I slumpedagainst the Alpha. He withdrew it from my lips, so I could exhale a plume of smoke.
I’d missed this. The urge to look at them clawed at me. All it would take was a slight twitch of my head and I’d have them within sight, but I didn’t want to ruin my mood. Seeing Sinclair kissing the woman had messed with my head; I didn’t need to see Elias kissing someone, too.
“Stop being stingy,” I said, leaving my lips parted. He chuckled and held it to me again. I took another deep inhale. As soon as he pulled away, he took a drag.
“We’re kissing, eh?” His eyebrow twitched up and down exaggeratedly. When he jostled me, half my ass was on his hard bulge.
The swell of desire . . . didn’t come.
It pissed me off, because, if it wasthem, I’d feel it. Just imagining sitting on Elias’ lap made slick gather. The Alpha stiffened, his cock throbbing under me, and he tilted his head back with a groan.
“Fuck, I love the smell of Omegas,” he muttered.
“Or is it that you just enjoy fucking?” I replied dryly.
He let out a booming laugh, exactly when one of the songs ended. A girl diagonal from me scowled, but then she turned to gyrate her ass on a client’s lap.
The sound of loud metal falling and clanging around came from behind me. A looming sense of dread weighed in my stomach.
“You!” The too-familiar voice was drowned out by the blare of music returning. The shout was enough to send me into action.
“Thanks for the cigarette.” I plucked it from his mouth and put it in mine. I was halfway off him when he was suddenly barreled over. The only reason I didn’t fall on my ass was an arm curling around my waist. I was hoisted against a wide chest.
“What the—” I exhaled smoke into Elias’ face. “Let me go,” I hissed around the cigarette.
“Shut up,” he growled. I was struck silent, sputtering while I struggled to process the bludgeoning going on before me. Sinclair was dragging away the bloodied man I’d been sitting on.
Sinclair’s arms bulged with effort, and blood dripped from the corner of his lip where the other Alpha had managed to hit him. A swarm of bouncers descended, while dancers and patrons moved away from Sinclair’s laser focus as he rammed his fist into the Alpha’s face. More blood sprayed across Sinclair in an arc. Then Elias had me out of the entrance and in the hall, while I writhed for freedom.
“Stop,” he snarled. We passed a braless woman, her breasts bouncing as she hurriedtowardthe madness instead of away from it. Another group of women, who had been in the middle of working in the private lounges, huddled in the hall. “Out of my fucking way.”
They simultaneously flinched, a horrified look spreading across every single face as they flattened against the wall, not peeling their attention from us. I didn’t miss the way they eyed me and then bounced back to gawking at Elias.
He cut to the right, and I tossed my elbow into his stomach. With a snarl, he shoved me against the wall, his hand banding around my throat. I grabbed his wrist, digging my fingers into his skin, grappling with him.
White spots danced in my vision.
Elias’ irises had expanded, and his lips were curled up in a sneer, baring his teeth. I kicked my knee up and hit him between the legs.
He grunted and seemed to snap out of whatever rage-fueled possession he’d been under. His palm softened, and then his heaving chest was smashed against my cheek. I dragged in multiple hard breaths, getting hold of my pained lungs.
“You made”—hard breath—“me drop, my fucking cigarette,” I snarled, smacking his side.
“Stop thrashing,” he ordered using his dominance bark. My Omega instinct made me go limp. A sharp scream echoed from around the corner, and heavy footsteps approached, close to running. Sinclair came around the bend, his shoulders heaving. His eyes pinned me.
“Perfect,” Elias bit out.
“I don’t think it’s the time for sarcasm.” Anything else I could have said was no longer possible. Sinclair snatched me out of Elias’ arms, and he gripped my hair, pressing my face to the wall. He reached down and tore through my shorts, baring my ass. The band around my waist loosened and dropped onto the floor. In a smooth glide, he thrust until his knot was seated as deep as it could go, stealing my breath away. I felt every single inch, and the rub of his piercing only sent shivers up and down my spine.
My channel clamped around his thick length, squeezing and pulsing, sending expanding heat through my belly.
After withdrawing his hips in a quick jerk, he slammed back inside, his thighs and balls slapping against my ass. I moaned, arching my spine. Slick and precum oozed down my thighs, and it only made me hotter. Thrusting again and again, he snarled against my ear, his mouth so close to my Scent Gland.
