“Safely” includesdisarmingandfrisking.
“You seemed averse to me being the first one to touch her, remember?” Noah doesn’t face me as he replies, just continues fussing over the coffeepot.
We have a flight attendant who could help, but we told Mari to stay in the cockpit area for now with Leo and Tomás. The trio is our favorite flight crew. However, we don’t trust anyone near Aurora.
Rather,Iwon’t be trusting anyone near her for a while.
Except for Noah and Johan, of course.
“You were all,I get first lick,” Noah goes on, doing a poor job of imitating my voice while also making me instantly regret mytrustin him around our omega. “Ergo, I didn’t frisk her.”
“Because you intended to check her for weapons with your tongue?” I demand.
He shrugs his big shoulders and finally faces me. “I can think of a lot of creative ways tofriskour omega.”
“I’m not yours,” she inserts, her gaze on her screen. Although, she’s clearly listening to everything we’re saying. “What the fuck did you do to my phone?”
“Cloned it,” Johan says. “Obviously.”
“When?” she snarls at him.
He merely smiles. “If you figure that out on your own, I’ll let you see my laptop.”
She glowers at him. “You’re a menace.”
“That’s a bit of the pot calling the kettle black, yeah?”
Her resulting growl makes my dick harden, her ire an aphrodisiac that has my inner alpha wanting to rumble right back at her.
Except, she appears to be pissed at Johan. Not at me.
Which is a shame.
I think I would enjoy wrestling her for dominance while she fights back.
The way she attacked Noah a bit ago also made me jealous. Why was he the source of her anger and not me?
I wouldn’t mind pinning her to the ground.
Then kissing her senseless.
“You had no right to do this to my tech,” she snaps at Johan.
“Hmm, shall we have a discussion on the moralities of hacking?” he returns as he sets his laptop off to the side again, his icy gaze seeming to glow through his glasses. “How much money did you steal, again?”
She pushes off her chair. “Not enough.” She stomps off toward a door at the front, which has my eyebrow lifting upward.
“Do you intend to meet the pilots?” I call after her. “Because I should warn you, they’re armed.” Not a lie. But they would be fools to pull a gun on her. They know who she is, that we intend to keep her as ours.
They don’t know the details, of course. But they’re not paid to understand our choices and decisions. They’re paid to carry out orders—effectively and smoothly.
Aurora pauses and turns around, then heads in the opposite direction toward another door. “I’m going to sleep,” she informsus. It’s a lie, clearly. I suspect she wants to go fuss with her phone. Which is fine. I can respect her need for space.
But that doesn’t stop me from standing and moving to intercept her.
When she sees me coming, she freezes, her expression shifting from determination to a hint of fear.
“If you wish to rest, I suggest you use the bedroom, not a closet,” I tell her quietly, then turn to lead her to the appropriate door.
