Julian
Six weeks and one day later
I pulled to a stop in the guest parking lot next to the large sign that readOmega Destiny, Internationaland took a minute to look around. It was a beautiful spring day. The sun was nearly over to the west, but it was still lighter out than I was used to for that time in the evening. The grass was already green and several of the flower beds already had the telltale spikes popping up to announce that tulips and iris were on their way. Leaving my bag in my new-to-me secondhand Tacoma, I stepped out into the fresh air and drew in a deep breath of the fresh air that smelled likehome.
From the passenger seat of the SUV, I grabbed the pizza box and sixpack of craft beer that I’d snagged on the way through town. Cheesy, yep, but I didn’t have to ask to know that my romantic mush of an Alpha would melt when he saw the nod to our first date.
I waved at Jeremy as I walked in the front door, hesitating. I knew the polite thing was to stop and chat, but it had been a long six weeks since Easter Sunday and even though we’d nearly worn out our charging cables talking, texting, and jacking off on video chats, I was feeling pretty desperate for some quality one-on-one time together with my Alpha. Apparently sensing my dilemma, Jeremy grinned and waved me off, shooing me toward Chuck’s door.
I knew the lock code, of course, and Chuck had told me to let myself in, but that just wasn’t in line with the props I’d brought with me, so I rapped lightly on the door and quickly adjusted the pizza box to balance on one hand and dangled the beer from the other. All my careful positioning was shot to hell when Chuck called out for me to come on in.
Well, shit.
Rolling my eyes, I resorted to tapping at the door with my foot instead and a minute later it swung open, revealing a wet, nearly naked Alpha wearing nothing but a tiny towel wrapped around his waist. As expected, his usually serious face immediately went schmoopy and his palm came up to rest over his heart, but his eyes had a devious twinkle as he spoke before I could get my line out.
“Are you gonna come in or should I take a page out of your book and just make myself at home?”
I snort-laughed and shook my head. “That didn’t even make sense,” I scolded, dropping our not-yet-cold pizza on the coffee table. Chuck clearly wasn’t concerned about making sense because instead of responding, he wrapped me in a bear hug- werewolf hug? - that had the vertebrae in my spine popping.
“I missed you so much,” he muttered, dropping kisses at random as he worked to strip me out of my clothes. Unlike the first time, there was no awkward groping that led to fumbling blowjobs. Once I was mostly naked- he’d missed one sock- Chuck all but threw me on the bed, ripping his towel off and pinning me to the mattress, all the while kissing me breathless.
“Need you,” he mumbled, kneeling up and shoving my knees to my chest without warning. “So damned much, Jules. Can’t ever go this long without you again.” I was going to agree but lost the ability to speak when Chuck slid down to shove that thick tongue through my twitching pucker without warning. He proceeded to tongue-fuck me like it was a new sport and he was the reigning champion.
I swear my Alpha had suddenly grown extra limbs as he feasted on my ass, pumped my cock, and massaged my prostate at the same time, without ever stopping the litany of praise and words of love that were flowing from his heart to my ears.
The man was on a mission and it wasn’t just to make me come. How do I know that? Because he didn’t finally slide inside me until after I was boneless and possibly dead from my second earth-shattering orgasm. And when he finally did press his way into my hungry hole, my already overstimulated nerves screaming for mercy, did he rail me like he’d missed me desperately for forty-two days?
That would be a negative.
Instead, he claimed my mouth in the gentlest of kisses and gathered me tight before whispering in my ear, “Okay, baby, now we can get started.
Chuck
Even in my much younger days, I was never possessed of extreme sexual appetites. While many of the Alphas I knew were on a nonstop hunt for sex, I’d always been able to take it or leave it, more or less, but after eighteen hours of nearly non-stop sex with my Omega, my bedroom looked like a crime scene and smelled like a whorehouse, and I still wanted more.
The comforter that had been neatly spread over the bed when Jules knocked on my door was in a heap on the floor, soaked in cum and starting to crust. The bed sheets were ripped and had blood streaks from where my claws had forced their way out when Jules was edging me. Jules was hanging half off the bed and beginning to show bruises that I wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten. Even I hadn’t escaped unscathed as there were long scratches scoring my back.
The pizza had congealed long before our first rest break and sat forgotten on the coffee table mixed in with a few empty beer bottles, a pile of empty water bottles, and the fast-food debris from the FoodDash delivery app that had been leaving sustenance outside the window for us.
Jules had laughed when I first suggested it, but my reaction when he tried to leave the bed to get dressed for a trip to the dining room convinced him of the brilliance of the plan pretty quickly, since I definitely wasn’t allowing anyone else into the room to bring us food.
Jules twitched and groaned softly. “Chuck?”
“Yeah, baby?” I was lying sideways across the bed, resting my head on his butt.
“It stinks in here and I’m starving again.”
I was pretty sure that my phone was somewhere in the living room. “We can order something?”
Jules managed a faint chuckle. “I want a shower and then I want to put on clothes and go out into the world before they start to suspect we’re dead in here.”
Based on a text from Kade that I’d checked during a much earlier break, I was pretty sure the noise alone had alleviated that concern for the first few hours, but now that we were winding down, he probably had a point.
“If you insist,” I agreed through a yawn before struggling to my feet and making my way in to start the shower.
“Water’s hot,” I called out a couple of minutes later.
“I can’t move,” Jules called back, laughing. “I might need someone to pry me out of the puddle of dried cum.”
