Omega's Savior (Omega Destiny, International Book 3) by Kian Rhodes

Author:Kian Rhodes [Rhodes, Kian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay, gay paranormal, gay romance, Omega, alpha, Omega Destiny International, paranormal romance, Paranormal
Publisher: Nom de Plume Publications, LLC
Published: 2020-09-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five

Paul

Okay, so it’s possible that I was still sulking when I stomped out to the living room in a pair of skin-tight royal blue boxer briefs and a pair of socks. After all, that damn Alpha had just gotten me all hot and bothered and then walked away like it was nothing. If it hadn’t been for the bulge he’d had to shift in his jeans when he stood up, I might of thought Sylas wasn’t really interested. Since I knew he was, I was pissed at being left hard and wanting – no matter how many times he’d gotten me off so far that day.

“Can we eat now?” I huffed, planting my feet and dropping my hands on my hips, not even trying to hide the erection trying to drill its way out of my underwear.

Sylas was sitting on the couch and glanced up from his phone, growling deep in his throat when he saw me. “I told you to get dressed.”

I shivered at the deep gravelly tone but held my ground. “I’m not naked.”

Sylas stood and stalked over to me, squeezing my straining dick with one hand and bringing the other down on the back of my thigh with a resounding slap, making me yelp. “Unless you want me to redden this ass before you have to sit down on it to eat, you will get properly dressed.” He raised a brow, his hand rubbing the spot he’d slapped. “Of course, if you earn a spanking, you’ll be going the wrong direction to get what you want later.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. He wouldn’t really refuse to make good on his promise about making me cum on his tongue, would he? From the frown on his face, I was afraid he might.

Ug.

“Fine,” I huffed, turning and stomping back toward the bedroom.

“And Paul?” I stopped but didn’t turn around. “Dress up, please. No ratty sweats or holey jeans.”

Double ugh.

“Fine,” I repeated, slamming the bedroom door behind me in a fit of temper.

It didn’t take long before regret started to fill me. Sylas had been nothing but kind, compassionate, and patient from the moment that we’d met and how did I repay him? By throwing a hissy fit because he wasn’t willing to drop everything to offer stud services for the fifth time that day. Because he wanted to finish giving me a birthday to remember before indulging my sexual impulses.

No wonder nobody at the ODI campus had been willing to bother with me. I really was an overly dramatic prick, just like they’d said.

Determined to make amends -or at least try- I tossed a pair of charcoal slacks and a neatly pressed white dress shirt on the bed before ducking into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I even spent a few minutes adding a touch of bronzer to my face and lining my eyes to make them pop. Once I was dressed, I made my way back to the living room where Sylas had already put away the ladder and was mumbling to himself over a text on his phone.

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