“But you’ve had nothing but spare time since we met,” she said, her eyebrows drawing together.
“I haven’t been working, dove.”
Not on anything that wasn’t required. Soren and my mother took precedence. I despised them both, but the tasks they gave me had to be completed. It was forced upon me.
Everyone else, though? I’d turned down jobs left and right, and Liberty was getting paid double time to deal with the ongoing stuff. She barely needed any guidance—and thank fuck, because I hadn’t had time.
Then again, a lot of my contracts were cancelled the moment my arrest hit the news. I doubted she had much to do anymore.
She was doing me a favour by not forcing business updates on me.
“Oh,” Kiara said softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Spending time with you is my preference anyway.”
Coconut and chocolate made me wet and desperate, but I didn’t like how the Ashby pack was getting a hit of it. I caught them shifting in their seats, their expressions caught between disinterested and appreciative.
Kiara liked having me to herself, it appeared. This close to her heat, everything seemed to set her off.
How long did she have before she was a needy mess? Should we consider heat blockers? I should have thought about it sooner, but I wasn’t used to dealing with omegas.
“Excuse us,” I said.
I hauled Kiara from the bench seat and she squeaked. The Loranger pack had a private room here, exclusively for their use. I wasn’t sure which one it was, but I believed they were labelled—besides, their scents were a siren’s call to me. I’d find the right one.
We whisked by the bouncer without a question from him. He’d seen my display with Dash, and it wasn’t his job to ask questions.
The hallway with the private rooms was long and straight, doors lining either side. No sounds came from inside the rooms. They were fully soundproof. The establishment didn’t want you having sex in them—in theory, a VIP server could pop in at any time—but they didn’t do much to stop it, either.
“Where are we going?” Kiara asked.
Her scent was spiking more with every second. How much slick was wetting her thighs right now?
Without answering, I trailed down the hall until I found the door with Dash’s scent all over the knob. The Loranger pack name was visible on a small plaque, even with the low light. I wasn’t sure if it would be unlocked, but it was.
I pushed her inside in front of me and pulled the door closed. Sliding the deadbolt home wouldn’t do much—all the servers had keys—but it would give us a few precious seconds before interruptions.
Then I took in the room. It smelled like Dash, sure. But it also had other scents on the fabric of these lounges. The private areas that were rentable were cleaned frequently with scent dampeners, but they didn’t need to use those heavy-duty products here. Only Dash’s pack used the space.
Kiara let out a low whine, her expression flashing with pure rage.
“Let’s make it smell like you, dove. Only you.”
“And you.” She sat back on the couch, her pink dress contrasting the red velvet.
I knelt between her legs, watching her cheeks flush as she shook her head. “Don’t you want me to make you come?” I asked.
“Can I do you first?”
I glanced to the door, knowing we might have a limited amount of time. The omega should go first. Then again, if I made her come and then she made me, I might have to give her a second orgasm. She loved giving pleasure almost as much as she loved receiving it.
Hitching my tight dress up to my hips and dropping my panties to the floor, I crawled onto her lap. The material of her dress was itchy against my thighs and where it brushed my sensitive lips. Kiara’s hands landed on my ass.
“You’re going to leave a wet spot on my dress.”
“I don’t get as slick as you. I’d rather your dress be a little damp than ruin your makeup.”
“Aren’t you going to ruin your makeup?”
