“There you are,” I say to him and the Beta grins back, his hand sliding down my side and gripping my waist.
“Hey beautiful,” he says, the other Omega completely forgotten as I lean down and give him a kiss.
Damn, maybe I’m just as bad as these pissing contest Alphas, but I don’t care.
A throat clears behind us, and because I’m clearly in my right mind, I shimmy myself onto Wells’ lap, taking a deep breath before looking Megan in the eyes.
“Claire Sørenson…I’m shocked your family let you out of your ivory tower to slum it with us mere peasants for this fine heat cruise,” she says, her lips in a tight smile as she leans against the bar.
Wells’ grip tightens around my waist and his eyebrows are furrowed.
Fuck.
“Gotta say, you work fast. Already swiping up the good ones, I see,” Megan says, smiling at Wells.
“What can I say? I have expensive taste,” I reply, looking her up and down.
“Right. Well, I’ll see you around, I’m sure,” she says, giving me a shitty look, sauntering off with a swish in her step.
I’m afraid to look at Wells. I acted impulsively, and the worst part is I don’t think it’s because it was my teenage arch rival who was chatting with him. I’m pretty sure I’d have let my jealousy show if any Omega was chatting him up like that.
Wells’ hand drifts up my spine, lightly squeezing my neck, and I squirm on his lap, finally facing him. He’s still giving me a warm smile.
“So, what should we talk about first, the fact that you’re an heiress, or how ridiculously turned on I am by the way you just claimed me right now?”
I lick my lips, hating that he knows who I am now and wondering if it’s going to change things.
“Maybe the second part?” I say.
“So, I’m going to go back to the bar now,” Andie says from the side and my cheeks heat and I give her a small smile.
“You’re so sexy when you’re possessive of me,” Wells says as he leans forward, kissing my cheek and moving his way to my ear. His one hand is still wrapped around the back of my neck as the other grabs on to my bare thigh, his thumb rubbing where the hem of my dress meets my thigh.
“I woke up with your scent all over me and stroked my cock at the thought of you. Now you’ve got me all worked up from marking your territory. What am I going to do with you?”
I sigh with relief and turn to face him. His eyes are heavily lidded, and his thumb keeps doing that tantalizing little pattern on my thigh.
Maybe it’s the mimosas, or how worked up Forrest got me earlier with no release. Or maybe it’s this Beta’s hushed words whispered in my ear. All I know is I want him to touch me.
I want to cover him in my scent so every Omega on board knows he’s spoken for, and the thought of that alone has me perfuming and squirming on his lap.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know that,” I reply and he laughs against my mouth, his hand inching further up my dress.
I can’t take it anymore. It’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with anyone. He isn’t in some pheromone driven haze that makes him want to be with me. He’s attracted to me and likes me, and that’s the only reason I need to pop off of his lap and grab him by the wrist.
I quickly peek a glance at Andie, who’s talking to a handsome Alpha at the bar. She gives me a thumbs up and I drag Wells toward the elevators.
He doesn’t even question me; he just follows me as the elevator doors open and I push him against the wall and tug on his hair for him to lean down and kiss me.
Wells moans into my mouth and the sound sends a jolt of arousal right through me. He kisses me like he’ll never get enough, and the feeling is mutual.
My heart is racing, my skin feels tingly and warm, and I just want to be wrapped up in this kiss for however long it will last.
Somehow his hands palm my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts me and presses my back against the elevator wall, which some part of me realizes is glass, but I don’t give a shit.
Wells kisses down my throat as my head falls back and clinks against the glass.