Three

Three

            “I…oh…”

            He growled. “Where are you going, Miss?”

            I blushed. “Um…” I turned away. “Someone was trying to hurt me. I needed to escape.”

            “Come with me. I’ll keep you safe.”

            “Oh, I don’t----”

            He was so big and strong that there was no point in me trying to get away from him. “Don’t fight me, Omega. It will be a losing battle.”

            “I—okay.”

            I relented, and he carried me back into the hotel.

  “You’re hurt,” the stranger said as he placed me on his bed. “Let me get something to heal that.” He went to his suitcase and he pulled out a purple bottle. “This should take care of those scrapes.”

            He handed it to me and I drank it. It tasted like sunshine and laughter and my mothers’ cookies all at once although I wasn’t sure how. When I finished drinking, I watched in shock as the cuts and scrapes I had gotten from jumping from the window healed. “Little Omega,” the tall man said, “why were you running?”

            “I…” I thought back to everything that had happened with Quinn and Jack. And my father being dead. It felt too intense to tell a complete stranger. “I was a little drunk. I wasn’t running from anyone.” That was a complete lie. But I didn’t want to confess my problems to a werewolf that I didn’t know if I could even trust yet. He might have healed me, but who knew what his motives were?

            He was staring at me so intently though I had to tell him something. “I ran into my ex into the hotel,” I told him, “He’s having an affair with my Step Mother. I didn’t want to be in the same place as him and I didn’t want him to see me.”

            There. It wasn’t a complete and total lie.

            The werewolf before me growled. “I’m sorry about that. I can’t believe that a man would be foolish enough to choose another woman over you. You’re gorgeous.” He sat on the bed and reached out to stroke my cheek.

            I blushed.

            His heated gaze was making me feel something that I had never felt before. And then…my stomach growled.

He glanced down at me. “When was the last time that you ate something, Little Omega?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

The werewolf went over to the nightstand and grabbed the phone. He dialed a number. “Hello, room service? Can I get a large burger with French fries, some sodas, and some ice cream? Oh, and some onion rings?” He flashed me a big smile. I should have asked the stranger his name but every time I opened my mouth no words came out. All I could do was stare at him.

He hung up the phone and he sat down next to me on the bed. “This ex-boyfriend of his. Would you like to get back at him?”

I laughed. “You can’t be serious?”

“I am serious,” he said, “I think you deserve to have someone that treats you right, pretty little thing. I’m guessing that man never knew what he was doing with you.”

I blushed.

Sex with Jack had been…okay. But it had never been that all-consuming, all-powerful thing that werewolves with mates talked about. “I don’t talk about stuff like that,” I said, “anyway, he was my first boyfriend…”

There was a knock on the door. “Room service.”

            “Come in,” said the man.

            The door opened, and a waiter brought in a tray with the food. The werewolf took the food and he handed it to me. He tipped the waiter, who closed the door behind him. I smelled the food.

            “Oh!” I gasped. “That smells so good.”

            “Eat up,” said the werewolf, “you need your strength for the things that I am going to do to you…”

            He growled a little, and I found myself feeling wet between my legs. I ate and we talked a little. He told me that he was in business. That he was there for some kind of deal.