Omega's Heat: An M/M Shifter MPreg Romance (Foxes of Scarlet Peak Book 2)
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“Kitchi!” He said happily. “This is Toby, he’s one of my best boys. This is JD, and Max…”
Thatcher kept talking, but his voice was a T.V. with the volume down as I stared at Toby. He was perfect. Flawless. Handcrafted for me, and I didn’t need to see any of Thatcher’s other boys to know it. There could be no comparison.
My mouth was salivating as my eyes probed him up and down. His skin was like warm milk and I wanted to lap him right up. His hair was a perfect mess of red curls that looked like a hairdresser’s dream, but I could tell they were completely natural.
And those freckles…
I inhaled again, swimming in the intoxicating sea of his scent.
Was it – was it possible that this is what a fated mate smelled like? Every cynical bone in my body was telling me no, but every fiber of my primal being was screaming yes!
“So!” Thatcher’s voice rang out, slapping me out of my stupor. “What’ll it be?”
“Him,” I replied instantly, nodding in Toby’s direction.
“Well, that was easy!” Thatcher smiled, showing his teeth as he rubbed his eager hands together. “That’s eighty to me and the rest is up to whatever you two decide.”
Toby’s eyes were fixed on me, with a look I couldn’t decipher.
Is he – is he feeling it too!? I let my gaze fall to the floor as I scratched my cheek. Don’t be an idiot! He’s paid to make you feel this way! It’s his fucking job!
Either way, this was an omega I had to have, and I wasn’t leaving this place without getting what I wanted.
I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my wallet and sifted through the bills.
“Uh…” I muttered. The effects of the alcohol were still in my system, even though the shock of running into Toby had been sobering to say the least, and I fumbled with the bills as I tried to count them. “Shit. I only have seventy two bucks.”
“Ooooh, that’s no good,” Thatcher said, shaking his head. “That won’t even cover the house fee.”
“Fucking a,” I said under my breath.
“What’s that?” Thatcher asked, leaning in.
“I said is there any way you can cut me a deal?” I asked him, feeling suddenly embarrassed in front of the luscious omega standing there waiting for me. “I’m temporarily light.”
I already knew his answer before he opened his lips. “Sorry, partner. No can do. Rules are rules. Why don’t you come back another time?”
“I’m – I’m sure we could cut him a deal this once, Thatcher?” It was Toby’s voice, and I turned to see him looking at us with…desperation? “Give him a taste and I’m sure he’ll be back for more.”
Damn, this boy’s good! I thought. But the more I looked at him, the more confused I got. Is he just trying to get a new customer…or is he actually into me?
“Well, if he wants to sample the merchandise,” Thatcher said firmly. “He can pony up the bucks. Sorry, Kitch.”
“Forget about it,” I told him, turning away and heading for the door. I wasn’t really leaving, but the sooner he was off my back the better.
“Maybe next time!” He called after me as I headed back down the hall to the front door. It was barely a door – more like a hunk of plywood with some hinges on it, but I pushed it open just the same and stepped out into the night.
The effects of the alcohol were almost completely gone as I inhaled the night air. My legs were a little wobbly, but my vision was clear. I wasn’t ready to be behind the wheel yet, but that didn’t matter.
Thatcher’s brothel was on the other side of the tracks, a lonely apartment building that had probably once been a nice Victorian house. Now, it looked more like a hangout for vagrants and drug addicts.
What is he doing here!? I thought as I took the steps to the lawn and circled around to the side yard, keeping to the shadows.
He was devastatingly handsome. A guy like that could have gotten modeling work if he moved down to New York. Obviously life hadn’t been good to him or he wouldn’t be in this situation, and all I could think about, aside from the obvious thoughts coming from my second head, was getting him the fuck out of here.
Most of the windows had thick shades or blinds to keep out any peeping Tom’s looking for a free show. But if I could somehow figure out which window was his…
“That’s right,” a muffled voice came from one of the ground floor windows. “A golden shower.”
“Yeck,” I grimaced, moving on. From the sounds behind the glass on the ground floor, Toby wasn’t there. I could make out his scent, still fresh in my nose, but I couldn’t quite place it. But just as I came around the corner to the left side of the house, it hit me again with all its force.
Looking up, I saw a silhouette move behind a sheer red curtain, and I felt my cock jerk again.
There you are...
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