Page 10 of Welcome to Bone Town
He nods and rises to his full height, speaking as he walks forward. “Bear, it’s ok. This is Dr. Roman Slate and Dr. Cora Whitlock, lead archeologists for this dig.”
Doctor?Well damn, I should know better than to judge a woman, especially an omega, on her looks. My sister would smack me upside the head if she knew where my thoughts went first, and rightly so.
“Cora, Roman, this is Bear, he’s head of the security team,” Archer continues before focusing on them. “Thanks for coming to check on me. Nothing’s wrong.Well, minus the fact that I can be a klutz sometimes. I just underestimated the width of the box I was carrying and upended the medical supply totes.”
My shoulders relax, and my hand finally leaves my hip. My cock is still semi-hard though. Kinda impossible not to be with the adrenaline, the need to protect Archer, and the vast amount of skin the omega is showing. I really should have gotten laid before taking this assignment. I’ve been working back-to-back jobs in remote places, and the lack of physical contact has my alpha side edgy—and apparently judgey, too.
“You guys can, uh, you can go back to bed. It’s gonna be an early morning.” Archer waves us off and goes back to picking up the medical supplies. “Sorry I disturbed you.”
“Do you need help?” The omega’s offer is sweet, but there are too many people in this tent already, and I can tell Archer would like to avoid any more interaction.
“I’ve got this. You two go, we’ll see you in the morning.” I don’t give them a chance to argue, immediately turning away and dropping into a crouch before Archer, who looks up at me gratefully. The tent flap rustles as Dr. Slate and Dr. Whitlock leave, and then everything is quiet.
“Thanks, uh, thanks, Bear. You don’t need to stay either, though. I made this mess, I can clean it up.”
I chuckle, but don’t leave my position. “I’m a medic, remember? I should know what we have on hand and where it all goes anyway. Plus, if I help you, I can make sure you don’t put it away wrong.” I throw him a wink to let him know I’m teasing.
He smiles and starts chewing on the pad of his thumb.Seeing the single digit between his lips has me picturing my cock there instead.
Fuck!I was just judging Roman—wrongly—for indulging in sex while on a job, and now here I am fantasizing about the same damn thing. I don’t fuck around while I’m working. I’ve got a reputation for professionalism, and I’m not going to ruin that by making a pass at some beta I barely know—no matter how hot he is.
Willing my dick back under control, we work in tandem, making short work of reorganizing the supplies. When I stand, I subtly adjust myself before gesturing to the tent door.
“Ahem. I—” My voice is strained so I grunt and try again. “I’m gonna go do a last perimeter check before heading to bed. You all good here?” As soon as the beta nods, I sweep out into the night to put some distance between us.
This is going to be a long assignment.
10
When the fuck is this beta gonna sleep? He’s been at this for hours. Moving boxes from one tent to the other. Bobbing his head along to whatever is playing through his headphones. He’s gotta stop sometime, right?
I’m hunched behind a wood crate, on the edge of the main portion of the site, with a clear line of sight to the big tent as well as the smaller one the beta keeps taking things to. The first fucking thing he took to the smaller tent was the radar I need. I almost got caught sneaking in once already, but had to bail when he came back almost immediately. That’s when I figured out he’s moving things. He’s clearly not an alpha, but the guy has impressive stamina for a beta. And a pretty nice ass, too.
He shuffles another box into the smaller tent, but this time he doesn’t come out. I wait. My nose itches. Fuck, I want to get out of here. The sun will start coming upsoon, and then this place will be crawling with people again.
I sneak around to the back of the tent and listen. Nothing. Is he sleeping in there? This is a work tent. He’s got all the equipment—including the fucking radar—in there. There’s no room for a cot.
As carefully as possible, I slip around the front and peek inside. He’s hunched over, unwrapping a microscope from one of the many boxes scattered around him. Is he planning to unpack tonight, too?
Yeah, no. I’m out. I’ll have to try again tomorrow night.
Slinking back into the shadows, I creep to the edges of camp, back the way I came. But there’s a tug in my gut. That sixth sense I have, telling me there’s something good nearby.
Hmm,yeahthere is.
Her tent is one of the last before the perimeter, a little farther away from the others. Probably a precaution because she’s an omega. It’s clear this is a scent-free dig. So whoever is paranoid about basic biology probably put the omega there so no one would catch a whiff between her blocker doses.
The need to catch her scent drives me straight to her tent. It’s dark. Closed up. Silent. There are no footsteps from the patrol, and I can’t see the beams of light from their flashlights. Now’s as good a time as any.
My hand shakes as I pull back the tent flap. There’s a sense in my gut that I’m about to do something irreversible. I step inside.
I shouldn’t be here.
The thought shoots a thrill of adrenaline into my blood.
Starting with the creamy skin of her thighs, I take my time soaking in every detail. She’s curled on her side on the narrow cot. Those skimpy sleep shorts have ridden up, giving me a glimpse of the curve of her ass. Fuck, what a biteable ass. Maybe that’s where I’ll put my bond mark. Then I can admire it when I’m fucking her from behind. There’s no question in my mind that I’m gonna bond this woman eventually. Even without scenting her, I justknow.
A sliver of soft belly peeks out from the hem of her tank top, but the creamy skin is overshadowed by her tempting tits. Damn, maybe my bite should sit right on top of one of them so I can paint it with my cum after she sucks me off. Decisions, decisions.
