Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(20)

"Sleep, Butterfly," Bear murmured.





9. GHOST





The crew was drunk, girls were half-naked, and the floor was slick with beer as I stepped out of the ladies’ room. Lilah was inside, cleaning herself up, satisfied and confident she'd done the same for me. I'd gotten off, but there was no real relief in it now—not for the past couple of days, actually. I scanned the room, looking for the answer. Booze? I'd had my fill, and I didn't want a hangover the next morning as I prepped bikes for the ride.

Lilah was expecting to ride out with me on the cruise. She hadn't said so, but I saw that look of victory in her eyes as it was announced. Now would be as good a time as any to live up to my road name. To slip out of the little tangle of her grip on my cock, leave her attentions for someone else to enjoy.

She'd have her feelings hurt for a bit, but like any of the other club girls could reassure her, this was just who I was.

The backdoor to the bar opened and a haze of cigarette and weed smoke floated in, a tempting flavor on the air. But I didn't want to dull the night.

I searched the faces of the room, a wry smile curving on my lips.

Who was I fooling? I knew what I wanted to finish off the night.

Who I wanted.

I turned and headed for the motel stairs, jogging up out of sight, just as the bathroom door squeaked.

The upstairs hall was empty, quiet. King was still in his office, and the only other club members I'd seen missing from the bar were Bear and Chance. Bear would be guarding the little omega we'd accidentally acquired. And Chance…

I slowed as I approached his door. There was a whiff of sweetness at this end of the hall, along with a dull and slightly chemical cover of scent-canceling products. Most of the brothers wouldn't take the time to notice, but I figured it was good we were heading out soon.

I knocked on the door to my right and was surprised by the almost instantaneous movement I heard from inside. Usually, Chance made me wait.

"What's up, is sh—?"

I blinked as his door opened, paused at the open and almost excited expression on his face, watched it fall and shutter into nothing as he stared at me. The change created a similar gravity in my chest, not so different from the heavy feeling that always hit me when I looked at him.

Chance was awful and perfect all at once. Beautiful and dismissive and disgusted. The air around him simmered with contempt, a more potent cloud than the fog of smoke I'd witnessed in the bar. A more potent drug to me too.

"Damn, never seen that look on your face before," I said, not joking but forcing a grin for the effect.

He was my weakness, as much as I tried to hide it, but I knew there was something mutual, some power I held too, small as it was. I was an outlet, and I needed the electric charge that existed between us.

His eyes flicked over my shoulder to Bear's door, and I stared blankly back at him as he stepped out of my way, his door open to me.

He didn't ask what I wanted like he'd done early on. Now we both knew.

What's up, is sh—Is she…? He'd been expecting Bear at the door? Expecting news about the omega?

"Where were you today?" I asked, sliding into the room.

"Since when do you look for me during the day?" Chance asked, the latch clicking shut with a soft bang.

Since a year ago, at least, I thought. Maybe longer than that.

"You're not on watch duty too, are you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing. Bear had been out, I'd seen him leave…and King certainly wasn't asking me or Rider to watch the girl, so…

Chance blinked back at me, eyes cold. Had I imagined that openness that had been there in the first second?

I opened my mouth to goad him, but he cut me off. "You seriously came here with your dick still wet?"

My teeth clacked shut, and a thrill rushed through me.

"Lilah—"

Chance stepped forward, and my eyes dropped to the floor. His feet were bare; his hair was wet, loose. I wanted to dig my fingers into the strands, knowing he'd never let me. "I don't give a fuck about Lilah. And don't give me any bullshit like it has shit to do with her when you just busted and you still haven't had enough," Chance spat out.

I cleared my throat, heat rising up from my chest. I was taller than the beta in front of me, a little thicker in muscle too. It wouldn't matter when my knees went weak at that tone and my cock twitched with interest.

Chance's hand snapped out, grabbing at the hair at the back of my head, yanking on it and making me stare down my nose at him. I panted through my nose, but I knew what expression I wore. Fuck, it was reflected back at me on the mirror behind Chase's shoulder. Need. Shame. Hunger.

"The girls are great. You're just a filthy slut," Chance snarled.

Breath rushed out of my parted lips. Relief and arousal.

Chance tugged on my hair, and I fell to my knees, practiced and eager. I dove forward, sucking in lungfuls of him, my face in the soft crotch of his cheap sport shorts. Sharp and fresh beta tickled the back of my throat. I needed more.

He pulled my face away from him and I sighed. He was towering above me now, glaring down with those ice chip eyes, tattoos like a pattern over his chest for me to trace with my tongue. Beautiful and angry. I questioned, not for the first time, whether this was really a game. Did he actually hate me? It made me queasy as much as it made me hard.