Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(23)

I swallowed hard and stared at my unwrapped sandwich, any appetite cooling as I wondered if I’d landed myself in a position I wasn’t really prepared for.





Eight





Lola





“Look at you. Just desperate for this dick, aren’t you?”

“Fuck. Yes, Buzz, please. Ah!”

“That’s it. Hold yourself open like that, beta. Wanna see how deep I go before my knot stops. I bet you wish you could take it, don’t you? You wish you were a sweet little omega with a pussy that just ate me up.”

I whined and spread my thighs apart as far as I could, trying to prove to him that I could be good, even if I was just a beta. Buzz was on the bed beneath me, arms raised and head propped up under his hands as he watched me stretch my sex for his gaze, the muscles of my thighs screaming with exhaustion even as I pushed to prove to him that I was what he wanted. His sticky, smoky-sweet smell was so thick in the air, I had a hard time catching my breath.

I whined as his knot stretched at my opening, but I couldn’t force myself down to take him in, and he just laughed as I retreated.

“So close. You’re never gonna do it though. You think you love alpha dick, but you can’t take the knot, can you, beta? Bites and knots are for omegas, aren’t they?”

“I can do it,” I gasped, sinking down and trying to push past the stinging stretch in my core. I sobbed with frustration, and then Buzz’s hands whipped out, gripping my hips and holding me in place, pain threading out from my core as he tested my limits.

“Wait!” I cried. “Wait, please!”

“You want my bite, beta?” he growled.

“Buzz, stop!”

“You want it?”

His fingernails felt like claws in my side, and when he turned us over, the mattress was like sandpaper against my back. I tried to squirm away, to grab the edge of the bed to pull myself away, but Buzz snarled and dove down.

I screamed as his teeth sank into my shoulder, a blaze of pain sudden and boiling on my skin, the bite wrong on me. He retreated only to move to my breast, repeating the sudden snapping of his teeth in sensitive flesh, tearing into me.

“Stop. Please, please, stop!”

“Betas should know their place, Lola,” he whispered, lips crimson. His teeth bared, and he lunged—





“Morning.”

I landed clumsily inside of the town car on Friday morning, my eyes wide as I stared back at Leo.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, catching my breath.

The sky was still a dark shade of lavender as I’d tiptoed out of my building, concerned about waking any of my neighbors at a totally ungodly hour even while knowing that the screams from my nightmare would’ve already done a thorough job.

“I wanted to see you,” Leo said, smiling. His eyes still looked a little heavy-lidded, and I wanted to slide across the seat and burrow into the soft haze of his dark sweater, but I was still suffering the phantom bites from my nightmare. “I volunteered to get your coffee.”

There were two paper cups in the car’s holders at the center of the back seat and a paper bag sitting on the floor by Leo’s feet. I closed the door behind me and the car pulled away from the curb.

“C’mere for a second,” Leo murmured, arms extended.

I hesitated, the twisted up nightmare version of my first night with Buzz still lingering in my head. It wasn’t a real memory. Buzz hadn’t ever tried forcing his knot, that had been Indy’s personal favorite way of tormenting me. Buzz had preferred to refuse me his knot, knowing how badly I’d wanted to impress him. And no one had ever bitten me—instead, they’d used the mention of a bond like a tease and then turned it into a weapon against my own insecurity.

“Lola?” Leo asked, sitting up, eyes seeing too much on my face.

I pushed across the seat and gave into my initial impulse, nestling against Leo’s chest. He bundled me up in strong arms and hummed happily as I tucked my face under his jaw.

“You okay?”

“I think my nerves about this week kind of messed with my dreams,” I admitted.

Leo hummed and shifted us until I was perched properly on his lap, held close and securely. “I can’t honestly say I know what you’re going into with fashion week. I check out some of Rake’s runways but avoid backstage. I do know, however, that both he and Cyrus have absolute faith you’re going to crush it.”

That did make me smile a little. Working with Designate’s beauty department this week had given me more confidence in my job and my knowledge of makeup.

“I was going to try and take advantage of this alone time with you, but how about I make up for that later, and right now you and I just catch a few more minutes of the sleep we sacrificed getting up this early?”

I didn’t think I could sleep after my nightmare, especially not while being held by someone. But I did like the idea of just resting in the quiet like this with Leo.

“Did you really get up this early just to ride with me to the tents?”

“I arm-wrestled Rake for it,” Leo said, and I snorted. “I’m serious. He’s trying to play it cool, but he has a crush on you.”

I stiffened, and Leo nuzzled against the top of my head. The omega was interested in me?