True.
But keeping our distance was the best possible outcome.
We’d agreed, none of us was to search for the Omega, much less claim her.
Ensuring she was out of our path had been a saving grace, but I wasn’t an idiot; I knew Kyan and Sinclair were susceptible to pussy, so the faster she was gone, the better.
Now, Kyan guided her up here, after waiting three long hours for the suppressants to kick in. Having them on hand at The Bordello came in handy.
While we were on the suppressants, she wouldn’t go into heat from our scent alone, which meant we wouldn’t hit our ruts and claim her. We’d be able to control ourselves.
We will control ourselves.
I stretched my arms out, over the back of the couch, inhaling the lack of scent from the Scent-B-Gone we’d doused the lounge with.
Pheromones disappeared quickly, but tended to cling to bedding most prominently.
The remembered sugar cookie scent tickled my memory, taunting me.
It felt homey, something we’d never truly?—
My cock was hard as fuck, and I didn’t even have her in the same room yet.
Shedeserved discomfort.
After all,we’dgotten the shit end of the stick.
She was our Omega.Our Scent Match, but we didn’t want her.
I exhaled slowly.
No one made me lose my temper.No one.And that nosy slip of an Omega wouldn’t either.
“They’re here,” Sinclair breathed, his tone seethed with anticipation.
Chapter 4
Kyan dragged me down another dark hall. At this point, I was sure he was taking me in circles, so I didn’t know which direction was which. Finally, we crossed an archway, and to the left, a door was already opening. A waft of cleaning solution tickled my nose, the lemony scent singeing my nostrils.
Even if I’d never met them, I knew what each Alpha looked like. I was as familiar with them as I was with the back of my hand, after having studied their pictures for an embarrassing length of time.
Broad shoulders that almost blocked out the wide frame tapered down to a slim waist. His brown hair was clipped into a buzz cut, and a scar graced the corner of his eyebrow, caused by an old injury a few inches higher. Down his left arm, black ink stretched out from under his T-shirt sleeve, the thick, curving smoke leading down to his wrist, where there was a candle. His nostrils flared, and the light from the hallway allowed me to seehis pupils dilate, whiffing my Omega scent. An Alpha’s weakness—Omegas . . . I could use this as a bargaining chip.
My attention snagged on the flexing of his arms. I wouldn’t lie and say they weren’t attractive; otherwise, why would I have held on to their pictures longer than necessary?
Heat flushed my cheeks, and I looked to the side. Why was I flustered? It wasn’t like they could read my damn mind.
“Are you going to move?” Kyan drawled, his hand on my arm tightening until it pinched. The wound on my other bicep pulsed, reminding me of its painful existence. I bit back my hiss.
Sinclair’s nose flared, and the corner of his lips twitched before he backed away, allowing Kyan to haul me into a huge lounge area, while a glass wall spanned across the entrance. The door shut behind me with finality.
I pressed my lips together. A table sat to the right of the space along with a black leather sectional, and glass end tables framed with iron. The ambient lighting cast from the embedded fixtures overhead illuminated the room.
Kyan released me with a small shove, and I stumbled onto the white rug in front of Elias Greymont. The only carpet I’d seen throughout the entire establishment. He stared down at me, his face set in a contemplative mask, one eyebrow slightly raised.
I straightened and smoothed my hand down the stolen leather jacket. I lifted my chin and met his eyes. “Kept me waiting long enough.”
The corner of Elias’ eye twitched, and whatever anger flitted over his features dissolved with his smirk. So, he wasn’t as unflappable as he portrayed himself. That could work in my favor.
