Lone Wolf’s Omega
Damian thinks it's just one night. Salem thinks Damian's just another customer. They're both wrong.
Damien grew up so poor even dirt was richer. So when the government approached him with a devil's deal, he leaped at a chance to provide for his parents and the rest of his family. All he had to give up was everything--his history, his pack, even his name. In return, his family would get his military pension, paid out as if he'd served his twenty. It had seemed like a good deal at the time.
Now, nameless, packless and essentially friendless, he's not so sure. Lone wolves are lonely, but his pack thinks he's dead, and so he finds himself at the doors of the notorious brothels of Nevada Ashes, looking for a little make believe, a little taste of home.
Salem wasn't the prettiest omega in Nevada Ashes, but when an omega was in heat, that didn't matter. The humans lined up for an hour of his time, and he and the pack raked in that sweet, sweet human money. Only a year and a half into his career and already at the top of the pay structure, he's determined to be no alpha's trophy. When he decides to mate, he wants to choose the alpha, not be chosen by one.
Until a 'date' like no other proves his undoing, leaving Salem with a baby on the way and no idea who the sire is--a shifter who smelled like a human. With no alpha in sight, Salem's got some hard choices to make, choices that could very well destroy the future he dreamed of for himself.
But Damian still remembers the omega who showed him kindness just when he most needed it. Remembers, and craves. When he learns of the baby, he risks it all to return to Salem and claim the omega for his own. But can Salem forgive the deception, or will Damian be forever a Lone Wolf?
“Can I get you a drink?” Jacinta asked. She ran a hand down the front of the bar and smiled.
“No. Thank you,” he said, still standing in the middle of the room like he was lost. Maybe he was; it wouldn’t be that surprising. If he wasn’t lost, he wouldn’t be here, would he?
“It’s okay, Jacinta,” said a quiet musical voice from the door. “I’ll take it from here.”
Damian spun at the words and then his entire body froze. The pictures, even the video on the website hadn’t done Salem justice. It was the eyes more than anything, smoke blue and bottomless, but the smooth skin and lithe, well-kept body made Damian’s instinct go wild. He wanted to touch the other shifter, hold him and see how well his hand fit into the small of the other man’s back. Pull their bodies together and explore the muscle hinted at under the soft drape of the rich carmine cloth that clung his curves and angles. Make that voice scream his name, his real name.
READ MORESuch a bad idea. And yet, he didn’t run away when Salem moved toward him, hand outstretched to shake one of Damian’s. “I’m Salem,” the omega said and his voice sent shivers over Damian’s skin. “You must be David.” He let go of Damian’s hand to run light fingers over Damian’s chest, sucking in a sudden breath. “Are you sure you wouldn’t enjoy maybe a five hour session?” He smiled up at Damian, need and that omega desire that had no match anywhere shining in those pool-like eyes. “I’m certain I would like a five-hour session.”
He’s a prostitute, he has to say those things. But they felt real. The emotion felt real. He could smell the omega’s arousal, see the evidence of it in the bulge at the front of his trousers.
“Why don't we see how we get on,” Damian finally said and tried not to pay attention to the way his heart bounded at Salem’s answering smile.
“Of course. Then let’s not waste any time.” Salem wound himself around Damian’s arm and turned toward the door. “Why don’t we go someplace a little more private. And comfortable.”
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