“Be a love, bin that for me and fetch me another.”
I felt as adept at speaking as Kyan.
He acted as if he were being seared with an iron dildo when he had to communicate.
“Um, okay.” The chick left me in peace.
I needed to go catch some sleep on the futon in his office while it was my turn to rest, but I couldn’t move. Iknewif I did, I’d end up in our lounge—back to fucking her mouth.
How would her cunt feel wrapped around my cock?
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back. Elias went on a rampage about the Omega being a murderer, but those fearful eyes had left no doubt in my mind that she wasn’t capable of anything remotely horrendous. Too soft—too stupidly righteous.
That never got anyone anywhere.
She’d best lay low for a few weeks, because if she tried to flee now, they’d slap her behind bars. Keeping her for any longer than a few weeks wasn’t an option; we didn’t need her here fucking shite up.
“Here you go, Sin,” Leah murmured, reaching over the velvet rope to hand me the beer.
Once I grabbed the cold glass, I tossed it down. It burned a path down my throat, but it did nothing to rip that Omega out of my thoughts.
I want her.
Hungerfor her.
In a way I’d never wanted anything before. So intensely that it made my stomach cramp. I couldn’t think of a time I’d ever seen a woman as anything more than a body.
We needed her gone before I couldn’t stay away.
Chapter 6
Ileaned my hip against the counter, finishing binding the torn scrap of the sweater around my injured arm. I tilted my head to the side, clenching my teeth on the fabric while my hand grabbed the other end to tighten the strap as much as possible. Sharp pain forced me to stop mid-way through, and tears welled in my eyes. I wrapped the end under to tighten the knot, then pulled it one last time.
Wheezing, I released the fabric. My pulse traveled up and down my arm, turning my hand numb. Washing it in the shower had opened the slice around the bullet, so I needed to cut off the bleeding. I was surprised I still had any blood to leak. But despite the blood loss, bathing in peace, and not in the shower stalls of a gym for the first time since I’d lost my apartment, had felt so good.
After wiping down the counter, I tossed everything into the can, making sure to leave the sullied, ripped sweater until last so it could cover the bloody toilet paper.
I straightened and pulled on the leather jacket I’d cleaned up after my shower, taking care with my injured arm, then zipped it up to cover my nudity.
The sound of the door creaking reached my ears. I quickly yanked off the towel wrapped around my hair, and the damp strands fell against my shoulders in a waterfall.
“Get out here,” the sharp Alpha Bark sliced through me. I rushed out of the bathroom, running before I could fight the order. I gritted my teeth, hating how instinct forced me to respond.
All the Greymont Alphas were attractive—more than attractive, and all three in different ways—but they all had a wildness to them, an untamable aspect. Still, it didn’t take away from my utter distaste for how they treated others. As if stepping on anyone who got in their way, and coming out on the other side free of all accusations, was some sort of skill.
I slowed, eyeing Elias as he paced from one end of the room to the other. Then he just as quickly rounded toward me. He dropped onto the couch, legs spread wide. “Come here.”
I followed his order, slowly approaching until I stood before him, squeezing the bottom of the too-long leather sleeve.
“If we’re going to help. You need to tell me everything.”
Not going to happen.
The denial was instinctive, but I contained my words. They were my only option for getting out of the U.S., so I had to give them something.
“I was looking into Bourne Pack.”
A perfect, thick eyebrow arched up.
