Page 54 of Knot Their Omega
How long have I been playing for?
The deep sigh from afar follows with footsteps, encouraging me to follow the moving male who walks up to my double-decker fridge to retrieve a chilled bottle of Fuji water.
Walking toward me gives me the chance to admire the suit-stricken man, who I dare say looks like a Dark Lord ready to descend upon the city and awaken the depths of Hell.
Or I’ve been reading too much fantasy shit.
His favorite.
“??,”I state his name in Korean, just like how he stated mine in Japanese. Unlike my reaction to threatened masculinity, the 6’6” jet-black hair Alpha keeps his calm persona as usual.
”If you didn’t own this penthouse and have connections, you would have been kicked out for being a noise menace at six in the morning,” he declares as he offers me the bottle of water. “You’ve been at it for almost an hour.”
Shit… almost sixty minutes of drumming like a manic? No wonder why I’m breathless.
Breathless and drenched. I’m not recognizing the beads of sweat that cling to my locks. Some roll down the side of my face, encouraging me to lift up the half of my shirt so I can wipe at my face. The grey graffiti shirt is drenched with my sweat.
“I didn’t realize,” I admit and twist the cap open. The way I drink down this water, like it’s the holy grail, should be recorded and used for an ad of some sort. Ignite another form of income.Heck, give us a sponsor for our tour.“What are you doing here?”
After last night’s failure, I’m surprised he’s up so early. That could be why I needed to sit in my seat and let myself run wild until I reached drummer oasis.
Another forced evening, surrounded by all these Alpha packs and being taunted by various Omegas, desperate to find a pack who will spoil them with glitter and gold.
Being forced to endure that yet again, knowing damn well, we’d leave the night without an Omega, should be therapy worthy. You’d think after so many failed meets, the governmentwould just mark us unmatchable so we could go on with our lives and figure out how to survive without an Omega.
Only one Omega caught my attention.
That Sweet Hummingbird.
She was gone before we knew it, and I’m positive she found a pack that would drool for her loving submission. It’s a shame. Her unique spark drew me in like a moth to a flame.
That could have been why I struggled to fall asleep when we got home close to three in the morning. That and the fact Icarus didn’t check in to say he got home. None of us have to do it, but if we go out for certain events, we agreed to message when we’ve arrived safely home.
Too many Alphas are getting kidnapped these days…
Forced into illegal trades and rings to attract mateless Omegas struggling with homelessness and approaching their Heat. Even though there are safe havens to protect these Omegas from the streets, not all of them are lucky to get in.
Either they are not lucky, or they refuse to submit themselves to another system that controls their movements.
Icarus said safe havens are a lot better than they’re projected on the streets. I only believe him because he contributes to one of the biggest ones and visits regularly to ensure his money is making a positive impact on the community.
Regardless, Icarus had gone out for a smoke and said he’d be busy tonight and that’s it. No text message or call saying he’s all snuggled in bed this fine morning.
Then again, we shouldn’t worry about the cocky bastard. He probably lost track of all his clients begging him for the sort of deal that would make them more famous.
“This morning should be called ‘Let’s Ignore Kai,’ seeing as none of you fuckers enjoy picking up your phones,” he announces and even gives an annoyed pout. “You seemed to be the easiest to locate, which is why I’m here.”
“I’ll translate that as my rut is nagging my cock, and I need someone to tame my sanity,” I summarize with a wide grin which leaves Kai scowling in misery. “I know when you’re horny because you talk far too much.”
Despite that, he walks over to get me another bottle of water. Walking back to me, he taps the bottle to my head, as if I’m fighting a fever and not just sweating from playing through multiple sets on my drums for almost an hour.
“I’m leaving.”
I knew he was going to weasel out of here, which is why my fingers knot around his tie, securing enough grip to pull him further so our lips collide.
He can’t stop the low growl that begins to thrum against the inner walls of his throat. I can’t contain my primitive growl as I allow Kai to take the dominating role of this spontaneous kiss.
This is what we have to thrive on, seeing as we can’t find an Omega to tame these urges. I can tell from how Kai’s able to control the intensity of the kiss that he doesn’t need much from me this morning.