Page 86 of Generation Omega: Claimed
I never really considered how stunning he is, but now that I’ve emotionally added him to my alpha roster, I’m completely baffled on how to rank his exterior against all the other hotties that belong to me. He’s like model-level attractive, probably sculpted in a hotness laboratory for clearly wicked purposes. Model by day, killer by night—there is so muchyumin that idea, and so much role-play potential. First, Ineedto see him in a tux. Damn—I need to seeallof them in tuxes. And then we could…
“Till?”Whoopsies, I got caught ogling Ethan’s alpha. Ethan is amused, while Kazimir appears affronted, though he’s puffing out his chest. That raises some interesting questions.
But the answer to Ethan’s original question finally skids along the foggy runway in my head. I can’t admit it, because it would prove how slow I was to remember that one pack member already knows everything heinous about our less-than-illustrious professor. “Kazimir, could we talk…alone?”
The pack collectively jolts with surprise—Ory’s face becomes momentarily expressive. But no one is more shocked than Kazimir, whose lips purse like he’s sucking on a lemon. And he’s still fine as hell, which is why models do that all the time.
“Alone?” Kazimir demands, as though I’ve insulted him in some way.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, big guy—I won’t bite. Promise.” For some reason I’ll never understand, I giddily present him with an enthusiasticthumbs up. I’m not drunk, so what’s with the truly awkward goofiness?
Kazimir’s distaste is potentially explosive, if his demeanor can be believed. “Dammit,I’mthe scary one. You’re the…”
“Careful,” Gideon murmurs, his muscles popping in a show of force that’s raising his chances of winning our future alpha contest.
Kazimir spins toward Gideon. “I was going to saycharming.”
“Sure, you were,” Jameson drawls, enjoying the show. But when I briefly meet his gaze, all he gives me is a sour look.
Kazimir clears his throat, summoning my attention back to him. Did he do that on purpose to keep me from staring at Jameson? Hmm. I don’t know what’s happening here, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to liking it.
Kazimir squints at me and then sighs wearily. “Fine.”
“Fine?” What are we even talking about? These men are too freaking tempting for me to hold any train of thought for more than a passel of seconds. I really believed I had this under control. Beautiful men have been around me for days, but somehow, Kazimir tipped the scales and now, I’m flailing.
“I consent to be alone with you,” Kazimir blurts, while Jameson chuckles and snipes, “Assassins aresobrave, aren’t they? Consenting to be alone with a tiny woman… what a stud.”
Kazimir thankfully ignores Jameson and focuses on the adults in the room. “Sage is on her way in. Make her securityremain outside. Check her for weapons and inspect anything she brings. Then keep an eye out in all directions. We won’t be here long, but safety is a thing of the past, if it ever even existed.” Before he moves, he barks at Ethan, “You remain inside and away from any windows. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, alpha.” Ethan’s glittering eyes provide the best evidence that he’s still all about his alpha, but even better, he’s excited that I feel safe enough to be alone with Kazimir.
“Kazimir…” Gideon speaks his name as a warning.
Kazimir instantly gets testy about still being doubted, and I reach and grab his hand, dragging him toward the first door we find. We enter a massive laundry room right off the kitchen. I release him as soon as we’re inside, while struggling to accept how easily I touched the guy I’d planned to kill. Well, shit, it’s more than a little uncomfortable to find common ground with Thatcher—apparently, murdery thoughts are the norm in my pack. But it’s different. Kazimir shot Ethan, so whatever I planned to do to him was totally justified. I’m sticking with that for as long as I can.
“We’realone,” Kazimir grumbles, his pout compelling, just like his beguiling lips. “What do you want?”
I lean against the washing machine, change my mind, turn, and jump on top of it. Unfortunately, my leap was uninspiring, definitely not enough to get me to my preferred seat, but instead of landing and attempting a second time, a certain assassin seizes my waist and places me on top of the washer. Then he practically bolts away from me, scowling fiercely, as though I forced him to help me against his wishes. I’ve said it before, and I’m saying it again—this guy is going to be super fun to torture because it will be so incredibly easy.
“You have five minutes,” he states with zero conviction.
I nibble on my lip, briefly falling under the spell of his lashes again. “Darn it, Kazimir. Stop being so adorable.”
His mouth drops open before he snaps, “Take. That. Back.”
I lean forward, donning as menacing an expression as I can, and then add sass when I state, “No.”Make meseemed too risky.
His chest rumbles with a cross between a growl and a purr, and I realize there’s been entirely too little purring in my omega existence so far. “Minx, there’s going to come a time when I tan that ass of yours or get Ethan to do it.”
Now, I’m as haughty as can be. “You’ve threatened that before, and honestly, it’s not a threat at all. I just wish you could do it while I ride your tandem alpha/beta cocks, so full of you both that I can’t even breathe or remember ever not being impaled on you.”
His delicious brown eyes widen, something feral sparking, and I know I’m playing with fire. But the thing is, I’m delighted to be the moth who flies right into the flame that burns so powerfully in Kazimir.
But my thoughts carry me in another direction, toward an almost unbelievable truth. I never realized the similarity between Kazimir and Mackenzie. Neither of them has ever known real love, and though they’ll go about this falling-in-love business differently—Mackenzie with sacred relief, and Kazimir with a blowtorch—it doesn’t change the magnitude of what they’re going through, how their minds and hearts are being torn open by the beautiful, terrifying unknown that is love. It’s a gift to be present at the beginning of such a wondrous journey for them both.
I’m not like them, though I’m hardly experienced in relationships. I always loved Ethan and wanted more for us, but I’ve seen Mackenzie’s life, and there was no lover’s face staring back at me. I just know, if I ever manage to get into Kazimir’s inner world, no man or woman has ever been to him what Ethan and I will be. It’s precious, these bonds, and I’m grateful I can see that now, before things go further or I behave in anyway that could be perceived as cruelly mocking. Sassy mocking is acceptable and a well-established form of foreplay before the grinding naughtiness commences—rules are rules.
With Kazimir’s gaze still on the wild side, I finally remember why we’re here. “I need to talk to you about our rogue packmate.” Was that so hard? Yes, on-task behavior ishard, but not as hard as his cock will be. Stop now, Tillie, or you’ll be riding his cock and betraying your soulmate. Down girl.
