Elisha ran his nose down your throat, his arm wrapped around your waist, as you sat in his lap. The club music was thumping in the background, people chatting and dancing, an endless horizon of people. His nose at your throat a way to disguise his ever-watchful gaze and get the tiniest hint of scent that the blockers couldn’t hide.

You were technically an alpha and omega pair, but your neck was void of a bond. Elisha, who had been your bodyguard before realizing you were scent matched, knew you were disguising yourself as a beta and had agreed about not marking you, afraid it would give away your secret. Scenting your neck was the closest to a mark he could give now, and it helped settle his urge to bond.

An omega heading a crime ring. It would be scandalous and almost unbelievable. Which was why Elisha was now the face of the crime ring. Your designation remaining safely hidden by blockers. An alpha and his beta fling. A spider waiting in its web.

“Two ‘o clock”, he mumbled in your ear as he clocked the man you were here to meet. He ran his nose back up your throat as he followed their path. Golden eyes hidden by the motion.

“Two men flanking. No others. Seems he held up the conditions”, he commented as he forced himself to pull away. The hint of your scent disappearing and the scent of the club once more invading his nose. His expression was void of emotion when your contact arrived. An expression you had seen all the time when he was your bodyguard.

“Shall we begin”, the contact asked after identifiers were exchanged. A shame they couldn’t feel the threads you were weaving around them already. They’d be trapped before they even realized it.