Page 3 of Lying Lainey

“I will absolutely take that advice to heart,” I said, leaning a little more into Zarin, letting him know I was comfortable being here with his friends.

We stayed and chatted for a little longer before being called into a second room where tables were set up. We each had assigned seats that separated us from Reuben and the others in his pack. Now Zarin and I sat at a table with no one we knew or were interested in getting to know, allowing me to set things in motion.

As the night progressed and plate after plate of food was situated before us only to be removed and another to take its place, I picked at a few things here and there while alternating between water and my champagne so I didn’t get tipsy. We watched videos, listened to stories, and then the medical director came out to talk. Thankfully, I had my own game to play, or I would have been bored out of my mind.

I started out with simple touches brushing the back of his hand, rubbing his knee, or leaning in close to whisper something, letting my chest brush his arm. These were all coy, subtle movements that had the man sliding his hand further and further up the slit in my dress. When he finally brushed his fingers over my pussy, he was greeted with the knowledge I wasn’t wearing anything under the dress.

“Naughty, petal,” Zarin whispered, his voice rough with desire. “If you’re trying to show me that you’re finally ready to let me have you, you’ve succeeded.”

Letting my legs fall open a little more, I leaned my chest into his arm as I answered, “Does that mean we can leave soon?”

“The second the presentations are done,” Zarin confirmed. “I’m not going to let my precious petal suffer.”

It took far longer than I thought for this night to be over, and with the amount of liquids I’d been drinking, I had to excuse myself to use the restroom. As I weaved my way through the tables, I darted out of the way of a drunken man and knocked into another. The scent of fine whiskey, the musk of bergamot, and a rich tang of cigar tobacco enveloped me as his hands settled on my hips.

“Careful there,” a deep voice rumbled, shooting right to my pussy.

Mumbling my apology, I didn’t pause to look at who I’d run into, instead fleeing to the ladies’ room. I spotted a room for nursing mothers and hurried inside, locking the door behind me as I sank onto the chair provided. My head fell into my hands as my heart beat wildly at what just happened. That man, whoever he might have been, was a scent match. It was a phenomenon that occurred when an Alpha and Omega were a perfect match for each other. Their scent would be so intoxicating to the Omega that it would draw them to that Alpha and vice versa.

So why would this be a problem when I’m a Beta? Well, I’m not.

I, Lainey Caddel, am an Omega.

I’m an Omega who has been hiding her designation as well as her identity from the world through suppressants and scent-altering drugs. No Omega could be what I am or do what I do, not without an Alpha by her side. We Omegas were expected to be dutiful women to our Alphas, allowing them to dote on us as we took care of their needs. I say fuck that—we can hold our own just fine. Who needs a man of any designation to dictate what we do with our lives?

People say it’s a magical moment when you meet an Alpha you’re scent matched to. Well, I’d just met one, and I felt anything but magical. I prayed my scent-altering drugs were strong enough to keep me hidden from him. This job was almost over, then I’d get the hell out of dodge and away from that intoxicating scent along with the man who went with it.

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True to his word, the moment the final person spoke and the dance music started, Zarin yanked me out of my seat, and we were off. I tried not to grin like an idiot at how my plan was working out, forgetting all about the mysterious Alpha I’d run into. Then I reminded myself I should be smiling. Emmalina was finally going to get fucked by her dream man.

There was a brief stop to get my fur stole from the coat check before racing out to the limousine. Walter already had the door open waiting for us when we reached the vehicle. I slid in with Zarin right behind me, tackling me to the long bench seat, making me giggle.

“My darling, you’re going to smother me,” I admonished.

Zarin ignored me as he kissed along my neck down to my collarbone. “I want to smother you in my love. I’ve waited so patiently for you, my petal, and now I need my reward.”

Internally groaning at his words, I placed a hand on his chest. “You’ll get your reward, I promise, but I want our first time together to be beautiful and romantic and not in the back of a limo.”

He cupped my face and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I pretended to moan with pleasure at his god-like skills of kissing as he slobbered all over my face. When he broke the kiss to look down at me, I had to fight the grimace as a string of spit connected the two of us.

“You’re right, my perfect petal. You deserve all the romance I can give you. As an Alpha, I sometimes get a little carried away, but I’ve gotten ahold of myself,” Zarin explained, stroking my cheek, and then we sat up.

Reaching for the button of his tux jacket, I popped it open. “I didn’t mean we had to stop completely but more to savor the experience. This is a moment I want to remember forever with you.” As I talked, I loosened his bow tie and then started on his shirt buttons. “I know something that will help take the edge off.”

Sliding to the floor of the limousine, I put myself between his legs.

“No, petal, there’s no need for that,” Zarin argued. “I’ll be able to manage until I can bury myself deep inside you.”

“What if I want to? You do so much to take care of me and let me know how much I mean to you, so let me do this,” I urged, undoing his belt and opening his pants to free his cock.

It was hard and already leaking pre-cum, making my job all that much easier. His dick was average in every way, but it meant I would have zero trouble getting this done before we arrived at the house. Getting situated, I grasped it at the base with two fingers so I didn’t take up any of the length but could hold it steady. Locking eyes with Zarin, I licked him from his balls to the tip, making him hiss and toss back his head. Instantly, he went to grip my hair, but I removed his hand.

“No helping,” I instructed. “This is all about me taking care of you.”

He nodded frantically, and I resumed my work. Not all jobs or targets required me to be this intimate, but sometimes it was the only way I was going to get any. My life was all about moving from place to place, job to job, and changing my name, identity, and personality to fit what needed to be done. One place I didn’t have to worry about how I acted was during sex. Some people, like Zarin, weren’t going to get sex from me, but I enjoyed giving blow jobs and hand jobs, so he was in luck. If I had the right person and could get them to take a risk, I loved to be an exhibitionist.