Page 29 of Omega's Fever

Kellen sits perfectly still on the metal bench, his massive frame making the holding room feel like a dollhouse. His dark eyes track my every movement. He is still single-handedly the hottest man I have ever set eyes on.

Somehow that makes me irritated and horny at the same time.

Horny because the scent of him still makes me weak atthe knees. Irritated because the suppressants are supposed to handle this.

At least I’m not suddenly going to demand that he fucks me right here. Perhaps the pills are working.

“Sign here.” The officer shoves a clipboard at me.

I sign and then hand it back. “I need to make a call.”

I move into the hallway, phone already at my ear. Anne picks up on the second ring.

“Don’t tell me.” Her voice carries that particular tone reserved for junior associates who’ve fucked up spectacularly. “Melkham’s got you on contempt of court.”

She wasn’t happy at the extra filings I did but I’ve been working overtime and through the weekends on the Pemberton merger to make up for it.

“No,” I take a deep breath as I pace the narrow corridor. “He released Kellen into my custody.”

The implications of this are still hitting me. Where is he even going to sleep? I don’t have a second bedroom. The thought sends a spike of pure desire to my groin.

Through the doorway, I see Kellen watching me. He hasn’t moved except to pull the leg of his orange jumpsuit back down over the monitor.

“Oh for the love of Pete,” Anne says. I can practically hear her rubbing her temples. “Melkham’s always been unconventional. Is Hayes with you right now?”

I glance back at Kellen. Still watching. Still silent. “Yes. I’ll bring him back with me. I’ve still got the merger dep—”

“No. Absolutely not. I don’t want him anywhere near our offices. We have clients coming in today.”

I feel another flush of annoyance, at her this time. What does she think Kellen is going to do? Set up a gambling ring in the basement? Challenge her to a fist fight? Steal all the staplers? I’ve never seen him do anything other than sit quietly or beescorted quietly. He’s the literal embodiment of the strong silent type.

Of course, the other thing he does is fuck me perfectly.

Maybe Anne’s right. I shouldn’t bring him back to the office.

“What am I supposed to do with him?”

“Take him home. He’s supposed to be your mate, after all.” The sarcasm drips through the phone. “Don’t antagonize Melkham further. I’ll see if we can challenge this. But for now? Play nice.”

She hangs up.

It looks like I’m going to have to do this. I go back into the room and say, “Looks like you’re coming home with me.” I’m pleased with how steady my voice is.

Kellen says nothing, unsurprisingly. He just nods and follows me out. He moves with surprising grace for someone his size.

We walk to the parking garage in silence. The chain between his ankles is gone, as are the handcuffs, but he’s still wearing the orange jumpsuit and it is impossible to miss.

People stare. A woman clutches her purse tighter. The security guard at the exit picks up his radio when he sees us, saying something into it and only putting it away when he hears a response from the other side.

My BMW chirps as I unlock it. Kellen attempts to maneuver himself into the passenger seat and suddenly all that grace turns awkward. When he’s finally in, his knees are rammed up against the dashboard.

“The seat goes back further.” I show him where the lever is. He hits it and the chair moves back to his clear relief. At least he fits in it. I wasn’t sure he would.

He shuts his door and I shut mine and his scent hits me full force in the confined space.

Fuck. That primal alpha musk bypasses my rational brain entirely. The suppressants aren’t working. They can’t be.Perhaps they can’t. Perhaps it’s like trying to dam a river with tissue paper.

I risk a glance sideways as I navigate out of the garage.