It took every ounce of self-control not to pounce on Blake and fuck the omega right there in public in the diner before biting down on a perfect spot on the left side of the man’s neck. Mason wanted the world to know that Blake belonged to him. He could tell Kian was finding it just as difficult to sit still. He was amazed an omega as magnificent as Blake was willing to give him and Kian a chance. His right hand trembled as he grabbed the beer bottle and finished the contents in a matter of seconds.
“I guess I’m not your type, huh?” Blake spoke up after a moment of silence.
Mason almost choked on his beer. “What? No. I mean, yes, you’re definitely our type.”
“Oh, okay.”
“What makes you think that you’re not?” Kian inquired.
“Have you looked at me?” Blake answered while gesturing at himself. “I’m six-foot-four, two hundred and ten pounds. Alphas aren’t interested in a freakish omega like me.”