The Biker's Omega (Alpha and Omega 1)(5)

"I know Clive spoke to you this morning," she said trailing her hand up  one of Trent's arm tattoos. Why did the woman keep doing that? "So I was  wondering if you wanted to get together now?"

Shaking her hand off his arm, because honestly after meeting his Omega  her touch made his skin crawl, Trent said quietly, "Yes, Clive spoke to  me and no, we won't be getting together. Not now. Not ever. Now for the  last time rack off and leave me alone."

Stephanie stepped closer, her eyes flashing with annoyance, her  substantial breasts brushing against Trent's chest. "You have no idea  who I am," she threatened in a low voice. "You will be mine, or I will  get you kicked out of this club."

"Clive's in his office, you can go and see him right now," Trent bit out  just as quietly. "And for your information, yes I do know who you are,  and it doesn't make a blind bit of difference to me. I am not and never  will be your fucking toy."

"I will get you in my bed, or out of this club," Stephanie promised as  she whirled around and headed out the back to Clive's office. Trent  shrugged when he saw the barman looking at him.

"Women," he said, shrugging his shoulders again. The barman laughed, and  Trent strode out of the club. He had a new purpose in mind. If  Stephanie was going to get him drummed out of the club anyway, then  there was no damn reason he couldn't claim his little Omega, and claim  him he would. Tonight. He was an Alpha wolf, for goodness sake. If he  wanted to claim his mate, then he would  –  and anyone who tried to stop  him could go to hell. That included Stephanie, Razor and Clive.





Chapter Four

Marly groaned when he saw his mountain man's slumped figure in his  doorway. It was two o'clock in the morning and he had spent the night  trying to forget the sumptuous man who was his mate, but who didn't seem  to want to acknowledge it. His forgetting process involved three clubs,  more propositions than he could handle and a dozen drinks. And none of  that had done anything for him. He couldn't get drunk. He couldn't bring  himself to actually take up any of the offers he had been given, and  all he had wanted to do when he got home, was collapse into bed and pray  for sleep.

As he got closer, Marly could see that his mate already was asleep and  in the half light of the hallway, Marly used his wolf's eyes to pick out  the features of his potential Alpha. In sleep, the man looked a lot  more relaxed, with high cheekbones accentuated by the man's short hair, a  straight nose, and thin but perfectly formed red lips. The man was  huge, there was no discounting that, but Marly was fascinated by the  tattoos that appeared to cover his whole arms, before disappearing under  the man's wife beater. Nipping an idle thought of licking every one of  the lines on those tattoos firmly in the bud, Marly approached quietly  and laid his hand on the man's shoulder.                       
       
           



       

"Hey," he said softly. "You can't go sleeping in my doorway. You'll  catch a chill." Damn, could he be any more of a dweeb? Wolf shifters  never caught chills. But Marly couldn't deny he felt a twinge of concern  for the big shifter and he wondered how long the man had been waiting  for him to come home. It wasn't as though he'd had a good night. He  could have been home a lot earlier, but he couldn't face the thought of  his empty bed. Not with his Alpha dominating his thoughts. The Alpha  wolf who didn't want him, he reminded himself firmly.

The giant in the doorway opened his eyes slowly, and he looked Marly up  and down so thoroughly Marly wanted to run away and hide. Instead he  stood up as tall as he could, and faced the man's gaze. He didn't think  he looked too bad. Okay, he might have been making a statement with his  tight black jeans, equally tight black muscle shirt and his black boots  with their shiny silver buckles that Marly just adored. He had been  going for a "don't fuck with me vibe," but from the attention he had  been getting that evening, it was more likely he'd been sending out a  "fuck me now" advertisement instead. Enough men had offered to do just  that.

"All you're missing is a leather jacket," the big man said, as he peeled  himself up off the floor. Damn, that was a sight worth watching. Marly  had forgotten how tall the man was and for some reason he couldn't stop  his eyes taking in every delicious inch of what was clearly a muscled  body. Taut thighs, trim waist, huge shoulders and chest, and a package  that Marly would happily worship for days if the bulge in the man's  jeans was any true indication of the shifter's cock size. The t-shirt he  had been wearing the previous day hadn't been lying  –  Marly loved a big  cock and he knew shifters were never small in that department.

"Are you going to let me in?"

Marly looked up and saw a smirk on the handsome man's face. Maybe he had  been looking a little longer than he should have  –  but who could blame  him? The man at his door was a gourmet body banquet worth appreciating  and a darn sight better than anything else Marly had seen that night. Or  any night for that matter.

"Could I at least know you name first?" He said instead, trying to cover  the fact he had been blatantly checking his mate out and settling for  social niceties instead. His mother had raised him to have some manners  after all.

"Trent Beaumont," the big man said, holding out his hand. Marly shook  it, almost gasping out loud at the sheer voltage of electricity that ran  up his arm from the touch. Crap, this mating bond was powerful stuff  and Marly wasn't sure how long he could go without climbing the man's  delicious body and begging to be fucked.

"Marly Miles," he managed to say as he fumbled for his keys. His skin  tight jeans for not making things easier, especially when his crotch was  tightening around his growing cock at an alarming rate. If he wasn't  careful his blood supply to that important region would be cut off  completely.

"Let me," Trent said with a rumble as Marly fiddled with the door. With a  sigh, Marly handed over his keys and watched as Trent quickly managed  the whole key-lock thing that had evaded him, and got the door open,  stepping back to let Marly go inside first. Not sure if Trent was being a  gentleman, which was unlikely, or that he simply wanted to ogle his  ass, Marly couldn't help putting an extra swing in his step as he  brushed past.

Probably not the best idea I've ever had, was all Marly had time to  think before he felt himself being picked up, slammed against the wall  by the door. The next thing he knew Trent's lips were on his, and  ka-boom, just like a firecracker, his body was on fire, his resolve to  keep the man at a distance dissolving faster than ice on a hot pavement,  and oh, fuck where did this man learn to kiss?

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Trent had been waiting hours, freaking hours, for his mate to get home.  He had pulled into the apartment block about an hour after he left the  club, figuring a shower and a change of clothes was a good idea. But  from the scent in the hallway outside of Marly's apartment door, it  seemed he had just missed the little man. Oh, well. Maybe his mate had  gone out for food. Four hours later, Trent had to leave his post to get  his own food and to take a bathroom break. But in less than thirty  minutes, he was back at his post, waiting for Marly to get home. He  didn't remember falling asleep, but being awoken by a mini biker vision  in black was more than Trent's control could handle, especially when  Marly smelled of so many different men. The little shit had been  clubbing and while Trent wasn't silly enough to think that Marly had  been with anyone else, his wolf's need to cover the man with his own  scent was overwhelming.                       
       
           



       

Yes, he meant to talk to Marly first  –  get to know a little bit about  the man he was about to become bonded to. Trent wasn't some crass  shifter who fucked first, and then talked after. Not with his mate at  least. With most men he had enjoyed in the past it was fuck first and  then fuck the talking. But Trent wanted to explain to Marly about his  position in the club and what was happening there. He needed to find out  about Marly's pack status and explain his own lack of one. But then the  sexy man just had to put a wiggle in his step as he walked passed him  and that one little movement shattered what was left of Trent's resolve,  already weakened by his long wait. It had been so long since he had  enjoyed a man in his arms, and this one was already deemed perfect for  him by the Fates. He didn't have the strength to argue with that sort of  situation.