Chapter 7

Seven

RYDER

I didn't care if Ben and Ty were her fucking bandmates or her brothers. I had to ensure our omega was safe and intact everywhere she went. We were paid to do one job, and I was going to do it well.

We were the best security on Howl's Edge.

As I watched her singing to Ty's guitar playing, I couldn't help but wonder why Lacy freaked out in the limo like that. She had to be a virgin. That was the only explanation for her reaction being in close proximity to us. When I pressed the towel onto her forehead, I smelled her scent for a brief moment before she shut her legs tight.

It was a sweet scent with a hint of bitterness to it. I couldn't place it.

But I knew I didn't get enough of it.

My dick was hard as fuck while I watched her shaking her hair wildly as she sang in the dark little studio. I couldn't go near her like that again, or else our jobs would be over. I needed to be more careful. We were only here to guard her, not knot her and mark her forever as ours. The thought was appealing as I watched the gap between her thighs separate as she sang. I wanted to bend her over the table and pull down her clothes to expose her little panties.

Then I'd spank her for not installing the cameras in her house. Fuck, my dick was stone now . I would then make her play with her pussy while I spanked her, then I'd pound my cock into her pink little pussy until she screamed my name to stop.

I was snapped out of my trance when I saw her looking at me. I smiled at her calmly, like I wasn't thinking such dirty thoughts about her, and she smiled back at me like an angel. Damn, I needed fresh air.

"Keep an eye on her," I told Cooper and Adrian. They were standing at the back entrance.

"You got it," said Adrian, giving me a salute. It was hard to be angry at Adrian even though he was the laziest guy in my pack. He never took anything personally, and he was quick-witted, which we needed on our team. The deltas in my pack were the most serious guys I've ever met on the island. They took their job seriously at the bodyguard camp before we formed into a pack. We all naturally gravitated towards each other, forming a lifelong pack, as do most packs on Howl's Edge.

I walked outside the studio, and the bright sun flashed in my face. I pulled my sunglasses down and walked around the perimeter of the building, nearly crashing into Ethan and Lucas. Lucas's eyes were narrowed like he'd seen something.

"What's going on Lucas?" I asked.

"We saw some dude wearing a gray sweatshirt creeping around the trees there," said Lucas, pointing to a general area behind the studio. The back of it was covered in trees, away from the main road.

"Did you see his face?" I asked. This could be her stalker.

"No, but I took a picture just as he slunk away," Ethan pitched in, pulling out his camera. I studied the still image of the guy. He wore a black baseball hat without a strand of his hair sticking out, dirty sneakers, and an oversized gray sweater.

"Prime suspect," I said. "There's no reason for him to be hanging around here. Did he see you guys?"

"That's when he ran away," said Lucas. "He didn't expect us to come around to the back."

"Then this isn't some innocent mega-fan of hers," I said, coming to the realization that she could be in more danger than I thought. It wasn't a spoiled girl crying wolf. But I didn't want to jump to conclusions either. "We'll look for clues later, and I'll study the image more closely."

"Just like you studied the camera feed from last night?" asked Ethan with a wide smile.

"Fuck, you saw it too?" I asked.

"Damn right, I want to make sure she's safe," said Ethan. "She might have a thing for you."

"Wait, what?" asked Lucas, completely lost about what we were discussing.

"It's nothing," I said quickly.

I didn't want the omega to be embarrassed.

Growing up, I've been around alphas who talked crudely of omegas, in which I've participated on a few occasions. It was guy talk, but for some reason, I felt slightly overprotective of Lacy. She didn't deserve it.

"What do you mean ‘nothing'? It was the hottest damn thing," grunted Ethan, remembering. I also remembered how her thighs shook as she came. "Poor omega. She needs a pack of her own."

"Damn, she was touching herself?" asked Lucas.

I heard a throat clearing behind me, and I spun around, my hand gripping the handle of my pistol. Oh, it was only Adrian and Cooper. But Lacy was standing in the middle of them, her face bright red like her hair.

Fuck my life.

Did she hear us discussing her masturbation session from last night?