Chapter 138 CHAPTER 138

Chapter 138 CHAPTER 138
“Wrong answer, sweetheart.” Reign retorts, and without warning, he spins around, only to slam him back against his chest, his arm circling around his waist. “Is that good enough?” 

Soren grins, elated that he's getting reactions out of the man. It feels good to see him jealous. It's hot, and Soren is getting turned on. “More than good enough, Enigma. Show me what you got.” He challenges, and Reign's eye darkens, accepting the challenge.

He lifts his chin and rocks his body against Reign's, their eyes focused on each other as if they're the only ones on the dance floor, and soon, things start to get dangerously heated.

And fuck, the friction between their bodies is driving Soren insane, the alcohol from the pre-drinks already buzzing warmly in his veins. 

His dick twitches when Reign's hands run down to squeeze his ass. At this point, they can practically bend over and have the enigma fuck him right here and now, uncaring of who's watching, but shame, they can't afford that, so Soren slowly pushes Reign back by pressing a finger to his chest, his face already flushed with desire.

"I need to use the restroom. Order me a new drink. I'll be right back.” Soren breathes heavily.

"Don't take too long," Reign warns, his eyes completely dark with lust. 

Soren blows him a kiss and weaves his way through the crowd, soon pushing through the doors of the men's restroom. 

It's completely empty except for an intoxicated Alpha leaning over one of the sinks. 

Soren walks past him to wash his hands, keeping his head down to cool himself down, only to see a tent in his pants. Fuck. How did a little dancing get him so turned on and fucking bothered?

Fuck. Reign is too hot tonight.

"Well, look at you." 

Soren suddenly whips his head up to meet a pair of drunk eyes in the mirror.

The drunk Alpha slurs, his bloodshot eyes trailing over Soren's shirt and tight leather pants. Then he pushes himself off the sink, completely blocking the exit. "You smell too sweet to be a Beta, pretty boy. Why don't you come here and show me a good time?"

The drunkard dives forward, his filthy hands grabbing roughly at Soren's waist, trying to force him against the bathroom stalls.

"Get your hands off me!" Soren snarls and tsk in annoyance. Without a single second of hesitation, he drives his knee between the bastard’s legs with brutal force, slamming it directly into his groin. 

The man chokes on a scream, his eyes bugging out of his head as his grip on Soren completely loosens. He doubles over in pain, but Soren isn't done as he grabs the back of his hair and violently slams his face directly into the tiled wall. 

Fucking piece of shit, choose the wrong beta. 

Soren only lets go when the idiot drops like a sack of potatoes, completely knocked out cold. He straightens his shirt and rolls his eyes. “Fucking creep," he spits and steps over the unconscious body.

He pushes the restroom doors open and heads back out into the club, his blood already pumping with adrenaline. He looks toward the bar where he knows Reign is, and instantly, Soren sees it completely red, and his hand clenches into a fist at his side.

He marches forward, his gaze zooming in on the sight before him at the blonde woman in a short dress standing far too close to Reign, practically pressing her chest directly against the Enigma's arm, obviously trying to get his attention while he busies him with a glass of wine, almost like she doesn't exist, but Soren's inside twists with something ugly, knowing he hasn't physically shoved her away yet. 

Soren storms over with jealousy, wiping out any rational thought in his head. Without hesitation, he grabs the woman by the shoulder and shoves her back with enough force to make her stumble in her high heels. 

"Hey! What the hell is your problem?!" the girl squeaks in a high-pitched voice, glaring at Soren. 

"He's mine. Back the fuck off," he snarls, his voice dripping with pure venom, but before the bitch can even process the threat, Soren grabs the front of Reign's jacket, yanks the Enigma down by the collar, and smashes their lips together in a claiming kiss. 

Reign smirks until the kiss, then wraps an arm around the jealous Omega immediately, kissing him back with a dominating, overwhelming hunger.

The girl scoffs in disgust and quickly storms away, but neither of them cares.

Soren pulls back a full minute later, completely breathless, his chest heaving as the heat between them becomes suffocating. 

He grabs the glass of alcohol and downs it in one go before slamming it on the counter and wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

Reign sneers. “Why, jealous?” He teases.

Soren glares at him. “Yeah, very,” 

Reign nods and looks away. “Good, that was the intention,” he says, signaling the bartender for another drink.

Soren's jaw clenches in anger. He hates that the Enigma is beating him at his own game. "We are leaving right now." He orders, then grabs Reign's hand and drags him along with him.

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Soren doesn't take the man back to their car; instead, he shoves him against the wall of the club's dark alleyway.

"Impatient, are we?" Reign chuckles deeply, his hands immediately finding Soren's waist. 

"Shut up, it's your fault for getting me jealous and all worked up," Soren breathes out and jumps up while Reign catches him instantly, wrapping Soren's legs completely around his waist. He swiftly turns him around, and now Soren's back is pressed against the wall for support.

Then he cups her face and crashes their mouths together. 

The kiss is entirely messy, desperate, and intoxicating as Soren’s hands tangle in Reign's hair and then bite down on the enigma's lower lip until Reign groans in shock and then in pain. 

Soren grins into the kiss and circles his arms tightly around Enigma's neck, the alcohol in his system making his vision spin for a moment.

Reign pulls back and looks back with a smirk, noticing the Omega's flushed face of desire. “The night’s barely started, and you already look ruined. If this is your way of settling your debt, then I'm not satisfied.”

Soren agrees. He's a little too desperate and horny for his own liking, but honestly, who cares? The Enigma is going to fuck him anyway. 

Soren wriggles his brows at him and moves in for another kiss when a raspy voice breaks through the moment.

"Well, well, well."