Page 2 of His Pretty Omega (Sweet Alps Mates #7)

Chapter Two

Seth

When I’d cheekily stolen the very sexy alpha’s drink, I’d been nothing more than a brat.

In my defense the man was smoking hot. And I’d been thirsty from all the dancing I had been partaking in.

Besides, the drink prices were jacked up sky high.

I couldn’t afford many more of them if I was paying for them.

Though I had only paid for two myself, all the rest had been covered by helpful alphas looking to get laid.

I had noticed the hottie alpha as soon as I had strolled into the hotel ballroom that had been turned into a cross between Christmas and Mardi Gras for the New Year’s Eve party.

He was hard to miss, and I hadn’t been able to keep my eyes off of him.

He’d been casually leaning against the long bar, tucked into a quiet corner.

His dark gaze had been assessing all the people around him, while he sipped his drink, looking tall and cool, and all kinds of yummy.

As I made small talk with a small group of other single omegas, my eyes kept straying back to him.

Dark brown hair that fell to his shoulders, a close-cropped beard, light brown skin that hinted at a Latino background.

He looked like he was maybe ten years older than my twenty-nine, and he was a nice, tall drink of water.

Maybe six-foot one or two? I was shit at judging height, especially since most alphas towered over my five-foot six frame.

Sometimes when I would peek at him, he would be staring directly at me, and an uncharacteristic shyness washed over me. His warm, amused gaze left me flushed and tingly, and a bit out of sorts, which was a new and unsettling feeling for me.

I tried to ignore the weird feeling, pushing it aside, and blaming it on the buzz of alcohol.

But even when the lights had lowered and I had hit the dance floor with my newly acquainted friends, my eyes kept constantly falling on the alpha.

Every time I looked at him, my stomach got the swirly swoops, and heat rushed through my body.

I told myself it was the alcohol I had already consumed and the swarm of bodies around me. Nothing at all to do with the tall, broad man I could see watching me from where I shook my booty to the beat.

How would his darker skin look next to my paler shade of white ?

Was he that lovely shade of tan all over?

Shaking my head against my random, wayward thoughts, I turned my attention back to the music and the alphas already filling the space.

Maybe I put a little extra shakity shake in my hips, when I realized those dark eyes of his were watching me.

What can I say? I have middle child syndrome in spades, and I loved the attention.

I especially loved the attention from a delicious looking alpha like him.

Deciding I had had enough of the eye fucking we were both doing from across the room, I’d sashayed up and taken his drink right out of his hand.

Downing the very expensive, top-shelf whiskey without batting an eye.

Flirting wildly, I’d then left him to head back to the dance floor.

Hoping he would take the hint and make a move already.

There were plenty of other options here tonight, available alphas, but I wanted him.

It had been a very long time since an alpha had held my attention like this one, or made my stomach feel like it was spinning crazily when I looked at him.

Admittedly, I hadn’t planned to spend my New Year’s Eve alone when I had booked this package at the beginning of the year. I was supposed to be here with my bestie, Bennett. But this summer Bennett had met his fated mate, Shay, gotten unexpectedly knocked up, and had fallen in love. In that order.

I was happy for Bennett, I really was, even if babies and fated mates weren’t in my life plan.

Until Bennett had met Shay, I didn’t really believe all that fated mates nonsense.

Having a front row seat to Bennett and Shay’s love story had me almost believing in fated mates.

Almost. Still didn’t mean I completely believed that you could meet someone, and know in an instant that they were your be all, end all, soul mate.

And babies? Ew, no thank you. As a pediatric nurse, I worked with crotch goblins all day long. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. Loved all my little patients. But as I explained to Bennett on more than one occasion, it was because I could give all those kids right back to their loving parents.

But diapers, and two a.m. feedings, were not for me. Goddess, being tied down to one alpha wasn’t for me either. I was having way too much fun doing who I wanted, when I wanted, and not being bound to any of them.

Though, I would admit only to myself, seeing the way Bennett and Shay were together, sometimes I got a little pang of…

I would not call it jealousy! Because I wasn’t jealous of Bennett.

I wasn’t! Bennett was like my brother, and he deserved ALL the happiness.

But a part of me–a very tiny, well-hidden part–wondered what it felt like to have someone look at me the way Shay looked at Bennett.

And Bennett looked at Shay. They were always making googly eyes at each other.

Sharing soft, secret looks, or inside jokes that only they understood .

Now Bennett was literally about to pop a pup out in less than three weeks’ time.

Nope, this was definitely not how I had planned on ringing in the new year.

But Bennett had insisted I still come since I couldn’t get a refund.

Especially when at his doctor’s appointment two days ago, his doctor had assured us both that this baby wasn’t coming anytime soon.

So here I was, hours from home, alone. With a hotel room for the night, an unlimited buffet of heavenly food, a cash bar that I was completely taking advantage of, and a slew of single alphas to choose from.

Any one of which, I planned on ringing in the new year with.

Preferably the hottie whose drink I had swiped.

I had seen the black band on his wrist, indicating he had paid for the drink package, so he could replace that expensive drink at no charge to himself.

Which meant I didn’t feel one tiny bit of guilt for stealing his drink.

Not that I would have anyway. I seldom felt guilty for anything I did.

Two alphas surrounded me, dancing and grinding and rubbing against me in all the right spots. I tried to ignore the way my eyes kept glancing over to see if the alpha at the bar was paying any attention.

When I saw he was watching me, his dark eyes tracking my movements, I sensually moved my body between the two alphas that had me sandwiched between them.

Arms wound around me from both sides, rubbing down my body and it was nice.

Really nice, and for half a second, I entertained the idea of going upstairs with both of them.

But they weren’t who I wanted.

I could feel his dark gaze on us, his eyes burning into me from across the room as I rocked my hips against the hard cock pressing against my ass.

Looking away from him, I focused on the two alphas caressing my body.

It was in those few seconds that I took my eyes from him, he must have moved.

Stomping across the dance floor, until he was standing in front of me, growling at the other two alphas.

Growling! How the fuck had I lived twenty-nine years without realizing what a fucking turn on growling was?

By the fierce look he cast over me, he might have been growling at me too, and not just the men dancing with me.

The exchange taking place between the three men fell over my ears, not registering, until he growled the word, ‘Mine!’ . I was too busy being swept away by his scent, the heat of his body as he stood near me, the sexy-as-fuck growls that rumbled possessively from the back of his throat.

The way he declared me as his had my body shivering with anticipation and need.

No one had ever claimed me as theirs before. Even though I had told myself it was something I didn’t want to happen–to be claimed by anyone–his growled word had my slick soaking my backside .

The alphas that had been grinding against me had backed off at his approach. One had seemed to take offense to his interruption but had quickly backed down. Whether from the fierce look of ownership on his face, or his growled word of possession, I didn’t know or care.

They moved away, vanished like smoke into the throng of people, and I was lost in the dark heat of the alpha’s eyes, my alpha. Lost in his musky, alluring scent that surrounded me, barely aware of the people chanting the countdown to the new year around us for a few seconds.

“One,” I whispered, as the clock struck midnight, and he bent his head and claimed my mouth with his firm lips.

Electric shocks raced across my skin when we touched, zapping all my cells and nerve endings and bringing them to life.

His tongue tangled with mine in the sweetest, hottest, breath-stealing kiss I had ever experienced in my entire life.

And I’d kissed my fair share of alphas, betas, and even an occasional omega.

But this man leveled up in the kissing game.

With that one kiss he claimed my soul.

He claimed me .

When the kiss finished, we both stared at each other, a bit dazed. My body was on fire, heat whooshing through me like a gasoline fueled blaze, my ass wet with my slick.

Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I pulled him down for another kiss. Because I needed more. More kisses from him, more touches, just more . I needed all of him .

Needed this man’s naked skin against mine, needed his cock inside me right fucking now or I was sure I was going to die. Needed his knot filling me, stretching me wide, impaling me and binding us together. Needed him to breed me, possess me, own me.

If I didn’t know better, I would think my heat was coming on, but that was impossible. It was nowhere close to time for my heat. There was no denying my body was burning for this man, my mind muddled with booze and lust.

“My room,” he growled in that low, throaty voice of his and all I could do was nod helplessly and let him lead me off the dance floor and out of the crowded ballroom.