Page 9 of Such a Delicious Omega (His Alpha Desires #4)

Echo

Once I arrived home, I texted Samuel. I felt like he would know if I waited until I got to my room. Home .

His response was immediate.

Thank you. I can relax now.

That definitely wasn’t something you said to an acquaintance.

Having fun? I couldn’t resist stringing on the conversation.

Not as much as I could be with you.

I made my way to my room and kicked off my shoes. You just met me, Samuel.

I unbuttoned my shirt and imagined the shadowy man I’d met tonight was doing it instead.

So? What are you doing right now?

Giggling, I sat on the end of the bed. Getting relaxed for the night.

Are you taking your clothes off, omega? Are you removing them slowly? Wishing someone else was doing it?

Was he here? How did he know? I glanced around the room, sure he was here. It was impossible, of course, but that didn’t stop me from doing it.

I unbuttoned my shirt. That’s all.

In a pause between texts, I changed into my pajamas and found myself smiling in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.

Don’t tempt me, omega. I’m already regretting letting you get into a car without me.

I replied with a winky face. Maybe I needed some better flirting skills.

Getting into bed, I pulled the covers up to my chin. An hour or so later, just as I was dozing off, he texted me again.

I’ve decided to show you the rules of the club instead of telling them to you. Make sure you wear some club clothes.

That made me sit up in bed. Club clothes? What did he mean? So, not what I was wearing tonight?

He answered almost immediately. No. Do you not have club clothing? Hmm.

Hmm was right.

Do I need to go buy something?

I hit the back of my head against the headboard, feeling like the most naive person in the world. That, plus the fact that all of this over text had me groaning in embarrassment. I couldn’t see his face or hear his tone. Samuel hadn’t made fun of me or been demeaning in any way. Perhaps it was just my self-consciousness making me feel so awkward.

I’ve got a better idea. I’ll pick you up in the morning, and we can go shopping.

Sounds expensive, I replied.

It’s on me. A gift.

Samuel, I’ve learned that nothing is free in this life. What’s the catch?

Another long pause. There’s no catch, Echo. I’m a very giving alpha.

My comforter tented at those words. I would bet he was a generous alpha in bed.

What if you buy me clothes and I don’t like the club.

Trust me, Echo. You will love it. See you in the morning. Nine sharp. Give me the address.

We texted a bit more before we said our good nights. The next morning, I woke early. Too nervous to eat breakfast. I’d tossed and turned some, thinking about Samuel, picking apart every interaction, so damned eager to see him again.

My wolf wanted to be near him. His hunger for Samuel was so deep, I could almost feel it in my human organs. I put on some jeans and a fitted T-shirt and shrugged at myself in the mirror. Samuel would probably show up in some hot-as-hell getup.

My heart beat hard in my chest as I headed downstairs.

And there I was, shaking like a leaf by the time I arrived on the ground floor. I was about to go on a shopping date with the most handsome man. He owned a sex club which he would be taking me to that night.

We were going shopping for club clothes, whatever that meant.

I moved to the lobby, not expecting Samuel yet since I was early but instead, I found him sitting on a chair, arms out, looking as relaxed as I wished I was.

Standing a distance away, I took the time to absorb him like this, from afar. He wore something similar to me, dark jeans and a burgundy shirt, casual, but everything looked formal on him.

I watched as some males and females passed by him. Most gave him a second and third glance. He drew people in. Like a magnet. Me included.

His eyes darted to mine, almost as though he heard me talking about him. A smile grew on his face and my legs moved on their own, taking me toward him.

“Good morning,” I managed to croak out.

“It is now.” To my surprise, he wrapped me up in a hug. Turning my nose toward his neck, I inhaled deeply, taking in all his scent. My nervousness dissipated almost instantly.

“Should we go shopping?” I asked as we parted.

“I think there’s a greater need we should address first.”

My cheeks flooded with heat. “I…what need?”

Samuel laughed and stroked my cheek with one of his thumbs. “Oh, sweet omega. I’d love to know what thoughts are making you blush like that. In fact, I could probably guess. And while I would love to indulge you, we have plans. By the way, I was talking about breakfast. I can feel your hunger.”

“Which one?” I asked. Damn, I was bold around this man.

“For food. You need to be strong for all the things we’re going to do today.” His tone emphasized the word all.