Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(91)

"I'm not going anywhere, Chance," I said against his lips, slowly relaxing back into his arms, stroking his cheeks. "But would you want a relationship that was honest and public and, you know, positive, with an alpha? With Ghost?"

Chance went quiet again, eyes flicking back and forth as he thought. And he was considering it. I'd heard the quiet ache in his voice the last time we talked about Ghost, felt the urgency and excitement that had run through Chance as he'd fucked me in front of the alpha. The pair was broken, there was no doubt, but maybe the pieces left behind might be worth reexamining, finding a new way to put them together.

"I don't know," he whispered, brow tightening, eyes on mine again.

I nodded. "Fair enough."

"Do you want him?" Chance asked.

I didn't want to tell Chance how the omega in me was excited by Ghost, so I stuck with the part I knew he would understand.

"I liked making him kneel," I said, my cheeks growing hot. "Him watching us. And I…have thought about what you said about the two of you. Watching you together."

Chance relaxed at last, face smoothing and lips smirking. "Horny little omega."

I squirmed at the words, thinking of Ghost calling me “slick.”

Chance's hand reached up and cupped over the scent mark left by the alpha. "Shower with me?" he asked, and I nodded eagerly. The mark had been a calling card. But I'd have even more questions to answer if Bear smelled it, and this was between Chance and me first and foremost.

"You wanna suck my cock to make up for the surprise?" Chance asked, arching an eyebrow. "Nice and deep, like I know you can."

My breath hitched and my eyes widened and I nodded eagerly.

He grinned, pushing up, the sheet slipping back to reveal him pristine and naked and growing hard. "Good girl. Follow me."

I was sincere in my apology in the shower, and Chance was generous in his forgiveness, fucking me against the wall and gifting me a new bruise over the spot Ghost had licked. I wondered if he wanted Ghost to see the mark. I knew I did.





33. CHANCE





“Whatcha think of Ghost?"

I flinched at the question as Bear landed heavily in the seat next to me at the bar.

"I don't," I lied, leaning just far enough back to see that Faith wasn't at Bear's side. With King, then. Unless… I twisted on the barstool, searching the room quickly, ignoring the snag of my stare against Ghost's, where he sat in the corner with my brother and the usual crowd. No, she was safely away.

"Thinking he might work for pack," Bear said.

I blinked. For pack? I straightened and glared at him as it settled in my head. "Are you insane?"

Sure, Faith had already put a little worm of the idea in my head, but considering a relationship with Ghost was different than thinking of him as pack, a concept I was still adjusting the view of in my mind.

"He's the least consistent bastard in here," I said. "You wanna let him near Faith just so he can vanish out of her life again in a couple weeks?"

"You really think he could?" Bear asked, a serene smile on his face.

I laughed, and the sound wasn't as rough as I expected it to be. I actually liked Bear, as it turned out. And he was here talking to me about this, not King. Considered me pack, my opinion important. But he was so soft for our omega, he had rose-colored glasses on when it came to the whole damn club.

"She say something to you about him?" I asked, an uneasy slithering sensation circling down from my chest to my gut.

Bear shook his head. "No, but he came to King and me, worried about her safety. Just thought if he's decent enough to say something, maybe…"

That was news to me. "Why was he worried?"

Bear's cheer darkened at last, and his eyes narrowed in Ghost's direction. "Your brother and Skid were talking shit. Sure they're not the only ones."

My fists clenched at my sides, glaring at that corner table where my brother was huddled with his cronies. Ghost was sliding out of the booth, shaking his head and scowling, marching away from the group, and I realized suddenly I should've been heading in their direction, listening in on the conversation. I'd been neglecting my duties for King recently, wrapped up in time better spent with Faith.

Ghost was heading in my direction and I jerked my stare away, over to the hallway where King had appeared, Faith slung up in his arms, her face tucked into his throat. They were both sporting loopy grins, and King was strutting into the room like the rest of us weren't perfectly aware he was eating pussy for dinner every night of the week now.

"Hey. We've got trouble."

I twisted to face Ghost, startled by his nearness and also the hard fix of his expression, none of the humor and cocky smirk I used to strip him of.

"What trouble?" I asked.

But Ghost didn't get a chance to answer before it all became clear.

"Oh look, pack daddy decided to grace us with his presence tonight," Rider called from the booth, rising slowly up.

"Shit," Ghost muttered, stepping to my side.

Most of the room laughed, turning to eye King, whose grin drizzled away as he set Faith on her feet and whispered in her ear. She gripped his arm briefly, staring up at him, but he nudged her in our direction and she hurried over, Bear's arms open and ready.