Page 26 of Knot Their Omega
Watching the shock that forms on their faces and how they’re grasping the severity of the revelation has me taking advantage of the situation.
“Guess I’ll pay my tab at the bar,” I suggest and slip out of the booth in front of Mr. Baek.
“Ah! My apologies, Miss Sol. If you don’t min—” The attendant begins but pauses when a black card is placed upon the written bill.
“Anything my Sweet Hummingbird wants is what she gets,” Mr. Baek announces while I feel him pressed behind me. His arm proceeds to hook around my front side, firmly holding me in his captivity while his hot breath tickles my neck and has goosebumps crawling along my flesh. “That means for the rest of the night. I’m sure you can ensure that’s taken care of while you get rid of this group of wasteful space, yes?”
“Y-Y-YES, Mr. Baek! I’ll do so right away.” The attendant bows multiple times as she swiftly picks up the bill tray that holds the obvious metallic black AMEX card.
Despite the Alphas’ obvious problems, they acknowledge the signifying credit card that everyone assumes only millionaires and billionaires are allowed to possess.
“B-Black AMEX,” Alvin grunts.
“Fuck…we couldn’t even get approved for a regular one.”
“Shut up, Chris,” Alvin hisses and glares my way. “You got lucky, Omega.”
“I’m glad you agree.” I sigh like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders. “I could never deal with the embarrassment of walking away from your table of bankrupt Alphas. My pride would never let me live with that misery nagging my brain.”
They grit their teeth, ready to snap some sort of combat, but low chuckle laughter forces me to look up and acknowledge the grinning Alpha who’s peering down at me.
“You’re a funny one, little Omega,” he praises while using that same title as Mr. Sexy Beast of a Fucker. It forces me to acknowledge they’re almost the same height. Mr. Baek has to be slightly shorter at 6’3”, but it still proves there’s a big difference between 5’2” and 6’3”. He’s going to notice my true 5’2” height when I’m out of these heels that bring me up to 5’5”.
How is he going to realize? We’re not going home together, Rae. Think logically, not with your wet pussy.
The acknowledgment makes me feel a tad bitter because this Alpha is proving to be another unique one I’d love to learn more about. It’s clear he’s uniquely different and not everyone’s cup of tea. He most definitely dresses far differently in his vibrant light blue suit and the silver accessories that complement his luxurious appearance, but I’m positive this man has to have an Omega waiting for him.
He has to be an organizer for this event because Alphas like this don’t stay single for so long.
Omegas throw themselves at most Alphas who move. Now, throw in an attractive Korean Alpha with piercings, andoh, is that a tattoo along his neck?!
I have to pull my eyes away for my sanity, especially when this man’s scent begins to cloak me like a warm, sweet delight of toffee treats. There’s caramel, vanilla, and hints of butterscotch. It’s such a sweet combination that reminds me of a tray of cupcakes that have finished setting and are waiting to be devoured.
It makes me want to drool at the thought, and goodness, I realize how hungry I am, seeing as all I’ve done tonight is drink a lot and not eat anything out of nervousness.
“I-I’m not little.” I address that first with a bit of spunk because my shortness won’t be used against me when I’m wearing these flashy heels. “And I’m grateful for your generosity, but I’ll be taking my leave.”
“Are you?” He seems intrigued and watches as I spin around to face him. Taking a step back to further distance ourselves, I watch how his eyes dance down my features, taking every inch while his tongue trails along his bottom lip.
Revealing a very obvious tongue piercing.
I struggle not to gasp in awe while my pussy is all but fluttering in praise as if this is the Alpha who’s going to toot our needing horn all night long.
I’m hallucinating. This is just too much.
“I-I am,” I affirm and stand a little taller. “I have other important things to attend to. It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Baek.”
I try to turn away, but this man is not only fast but smooth in his movement as his hand cups my cheek in a single blink and stills me enough so this man can lean down until our lips barely touch.
“Kenji.” He whispers the name like it’s forbidden fruit. “Have a good night, Miss Sol.”
He leans back just an inch, ensuring our shared gaze is as taunting with longing as the intense need to close the distance between us.
My heart is beating like a wild drum at 2x speed, and I don’t even want to acknowledge the slick pooling between my legs. I’m not sure this suppressant thong can last much longer because this Alpha is driving my body mad.
Heck, I’d go into Heat with all this stimulation.
I have to ensure I knock on wood when I find a wooden fixture to prevent that from coming to fruition, but there’s a nagging need not to let him be the one to finish the conversation.