“Uh.” He blinks at me for a moment, shaking his head to clear it. “Okay, yeah.” He shifts as if to stand, but I hold my hands up to stop him.
“I’m just going to change first. Wait here.” I scramble into my room, hand pressing to my chest as I try to catch my breath after all but slamming my door behind me.
Benson was pretty chill as I rushed him out of my apartment and had him drive us to the bar. Maybe this little test date will help break the ice between us enough that I won’t be such a ball of nerves around him, and we can have an actual discussion about this.
Taron, Sable’s mate, owns the best dive bar in town, and I’ve spent a decent amount of time here since he opened it. Most of the time I don’t even drink; I just enjoy dancing. Tonight though, I’m drinking.
I’ll deal with the rest tomorrow.
I’m trying hard to hide my anxiety, but Benson is an alpha, and he can scent it all over me. He’s doing a good job of trying to ease my discomfort while also not bringing too much attention to it. We haven’t talked much since it’s kind of loud and a little crowded for that, but if I drag him onto the dance floor with me, he follows happily.
“I’m just going to go wash my hands,” Benson says after we order our second round of drinks at the bar.
Once I have my drink, I take several large sips from my glass before eyeballing his. He’s still not back, so I give it a little test sip to satisfy my curiosity.
“Oh.Yuck!That’s strong…” I gasp.
For a second, I consider spitting it back into his glass, but that might be too gross for him. I snort to myself at the thought of asking Benson what he would think of me spitting in his mouth.
My scent grows heavy in the air around me as thoughts of forcing Benson to his knees, gripping his chin, and spitting onto his tongue fill my head.Fuck.I’m going feral from lack of physical touch, apparently.
I accidentally take another sip of his drink because I’m distracted by a familiar scent. My lips press together tightly, and I feel my face scrunch as the taste hits my tongue. This time, I do spit back into his glass before setting it on the bar, unwilling to force myself to swallow it again. I’ll just order him another one. I don’t know why he likes it, though.
I’m waving down the bartender when his deep voice fills the space behind me.
“Very naughty omega,” Benson scolds as he reaches around my body, grabbing his glass off the bartop before I can object. I turn to watch him take several large swallows of it, pursing my lips.
“I spit in that.” I wince, but he just smirks, and then he finishes off the rest as he keeps his eyes locked on me.
“I saw,” he says, setting the empty glass back onto the bar.
“Wow. That was fucking hot.”
“Are you a kinky omega, Plum?” Benson asks, still smirking as he orders another drink.
“Wouldn’t know,” I murmur, finishing off my own drink before slipping past the alpha and onto the dance floor. As hot as that is, I need a little space from the sexy man.
He lets me go, but every time I turn his way, I catch his eyes on me. Well, I did wear this dress because I thought he’d like it. The material is a perfect, baby-pink velvet that hugs my figure; it has thin straps, and it’s short, showing off my toned legs, which are currently accentuated by my heels. Surprisingly, the sparkly silver platform pumps are actually super comfortable and look cute as hell. As an impulsive, last-minute addition to the outfit, Islid on a lacy white thigh garter, just for fun. You can’t even see it unless the bottom of the dress rides up my thighs.
At some point after my third drink, I head to the bathroom and spot Nick leaning against the wall. My grin is mischievous as I approach him. He clearly caught sight of me first, though, because his eyes have been locked on me the entire time.
I twirl a strand of my long white hair as I walk, swaying my hips just for him.
“Well, hello there, Alpha.” I step right up to his body, and we’re so close, I can feel the heat of him against my skin. I smile, my mind already searching for a good flirtatious line to torment him with. We’ve done this before, but it never gets boring. He stands stoic and silent while I flirt shamelessly.
“Omega,” Nick says with a low growl as I press my palms flat against his chest. With a beer in one hand, he lifts the other to rest on my waist, something he’s very rarely done, and strokes the velvety material. “Saw you dancing with my brother,” he adds, with something that’s more than curiosity in his tone, and I nod my head dramatically as I pout. His eyes are locked on mine as I meet his gaze, and his pupils are blown wide.
Does he like the dress too?
“Jealous?” I ask teasingly, tilting my head.
With the tips of my fingers, I trace little circles on his black shirt, enjoying the feel of his muscles under my hands. “You can dance with me too, you know,” I murmur as I push up onto my tiptoes and breathe him in, pressing fully against his body.Damn, he smells good.I kinda wanna lick him. If only Benson were with us, we could make a Plum sandwich.
“You want me to dance with you, Little Omega?” he asks, watching me with an unexpected intensity. Licking my lips, I shrug. This is more than I normally get out of him, and I can’t say I don’t like the way it feels when he plays along. I don’t think Nick really wants me or to dance with me, but it’s fun to pretend.
“I want you to do whatever you want with me, Alpha,” I purr as I take a step back, smoothing my dress out.
A little of my garter is showing, and I glance up to see his eyes locked on my thigh. He might not want me specifically, but he’s still an alpha, and I’m all omega.
