My feet hit the floor, and my wedges cause my ankle to give out on me, and I fall forward. Two muscular arms luckily catch me around my biceps, but unfortunately I pour the blue and purple drink down the side of his light blue button-up shirt. It’s cute, it has little bananas on it. I sputter and look up at his face.
Fuck, he’s beautiful.
Bright blue eyes, shaggy, just fucked looking blonde hair, light stubble on his chin. He isn’t overtly tall, he’s clearly a Beta. But he smells expensive. It might not be pheromones, but whatever he is wearing is addictive.
“Shit, I’m so sorry. Let me help you get cleaned up.”
“It’s all right, sugar,” he says in a deep twang. He could be from southern Virginia, but my guess is he’s from further down south.
I turn and place the half poured out drink on the counter and wave down the bartender. “Hi, excuse me, do you have a towel I can use?” He nods and grabs me a clean wash rag. Like I have no fucking social skills, I immediately go to clean the guy’s shirt, my fingertips grazing the strong edges of his abdomen. It takes me a moment to realize what I’m doing, and I look up at him with my cheeks flushed.
“Sorry.” I wince and hand him over the rag.
“Don’t apologize for touching me—” He stops, clearly wanting to know my name.
“Kelsey.”
“Kelsey. My name’s Emmett. Can I get you another drink?”
“Oh no, I should be buying you a drink.”
“If my Alpha knew I was having a sweet little Omega buy me a drink, she would probably kick my ass.” I know my face shows shock and interest. A super-hot male Beta, and a female Alpha?Sign me up.
“Well, I wouldn’t want you getting in trouble with your Alpha.”
“Mmm, most of the time I like it, but not when it comes to not treating a lady right. My mama raised me to be polite.” He holds his hand out to the bartender. “Can I get whatever this blue drink is for the lady, a Corona, and a lemon drop, please?” A third drink, I’m presuming for his Alpha.
“Thank you,” I say, and he gives me a beaming smile. His teeth are perfectly straight and white.
“No problem.” He takes a new napkin and wipes his shirt, getting the last bits of blue and purple off. “I’m buying you a drink regardless of your answer, but would you like to come and sit with us?”
I smirk at him and take my drink as the bartender slides it over. “I’d love to.”
“You need me to carry that, or are we safe getting to the other part of the terrace?”
“Hilarious,” I reply, making sure that I don’t eat shit again or break an ankle as I follow this delicious Beta to meet his Alpha. I know my expectations are too high, but I’m already planting different scenarios of me sandwiched between him and his Alpha. I don’t even know what she looks like.Jesus, when did I get so pathetic?Fact is, Emmett is hot. I don’t expect anything less from his Alpha.
My suspicions are completely valid as I watch Emmett place the stem of the martini glass into her hands. Her nails are immaculately manicured. Her light brown skin glows against the white jump suit she’s wearing. She and Emmett are right around the same height, both a good six inches or so taller than me. Though as I look down, I notice she’s wearing wedges as well. She’s lean and thin, but it’s clear she works out from her arms that are on display. Her dark, thick hair is plaited over one of her shoulders, showing off her heart-shaped face. Her eyebrows are dark and thick and showcase the most beautiful and expressive hazel eyes.
She smiles at me. She tries to disguise it, but she’s scenting me just as much as I am her. This Alpha smells like fresh rain with hints of rose. She smells amazing. “Well, who do we have here?” She directs the question more so to Emmett than me. Her gaze looks her Beta up and down as she takes in his appearance, noticing his stained shirt. “And what happened to your shirt?”
“That’s how Kelsey and I met. We kind of bumped into each other. Kelsey, this is Shyla.”
Of course she has a gorgeous and powerful name. It’s becoming obvious to me that I have a type when it comes to women. She honestly looks a lot like my ex. I try to shake the comparisons between the two from my thoughts.
“Lovely to meet you,” she says, extending her hand.
I take it in my own, and she might think she’s sly, but I definitely catch her looking down at my breasts. I think I’ve found the fun I want to have tonight.
Chapter 2
ThisOmegaisadorable.I was on my way to the bar to talk to her, but she made my introduction that much easier by spilling that sticky sweet drink on me. Shyla and I didn’t come here specifically looking for someone to take home tonight, but holy shit. If Kelsey asked me to do anything to her, I would say yes.
The fact is that Shyla and I have been looking for an Omega, or an Omega who is maybe looking to grow their pack and have us join. While we love each other deeply, the pack dynamic isn’t quite there—it’s lacking. Shyla’s dominating nature pushes her to have people who need her. I’m financially independent and have so much time on my hands. Someone who has more time to be with me would be great, and more partners for Shyla to be needed by. I hate to sound needy, but I’m a little lonely. Shyla’s career is demanding, and she loves what she does, and I would never want her to step away from that. It’s why we agreed we wouldn’t bond until our pack is complete. Everyone should be on the same playing field. I can’t imagine that Kelsey is bonded. Her Alpha would be insane to let her wander alone. I don’t see any marks on her. I’m not sure how well Shyla would do around another Alpha, but she seems open to the idea.
I can’t help but watch as Shyla tries to not look at Kelsey’s tits. I don’t blame her. They are front and center and nothing short of fucking magnificent. Shyla has always loved tits, on a man or a woman. Can barely keep her hands off my nipples sometimes. Not that I’m complaining.
I’m probably jumping the gun, but her little freckled nose scrunches up and she smiles up at Shyla—I’m done for. I’m not one hundred percent sure if Kelsey is also into women, but she seems to have her interest piqued by my Alpha’s dominating presence. Who wouldn’t be? I’m so lucky I found her, well, that she found me.