Bracing my legs, I set a punishing rhythm, mentally haranguing myself with each brutal stroke.
Pervert. Deviant. Degenerate. You’re no better than a fucking animal unable to control your fucking hormones. Perving on an Omega who wanted to avoid you so much he fucking ran from you, you are a fucking sicko.
The final tirade finished on a verbal grunt as I unloaded my seed onto the ground. I kicked the loose dirt and dried leaves over the pool of fluid to hide the evidence and jerked my jeans back up, growling in irritation when I found I’d lost the button in my haste to get off. Too bad I took the damn track pants off.
After several deep breaths to center myself, I returned to the cabin convinced I could keep myself under control. That lasted exactly zero point two five seconds, the length of time it took for me to close the door behind me and be overtaken by the scent of aroused Omega.
If that wasn’t enough to have me rock hard again in an instant -and it definitely was- the small fluttering moans coming from the bathroom would have done me in.
“You’ve got this,”I hissed under my breath as I tried to bring my blood flow back topside.“You’ve been around guysbeating off before, for fucks sake. Just give him time to finish and forget it ever happened.”
And that’s exactly what I would have done -or so I tell myself- if it hadn’t been for what I heard next.
“No! I don’t want this!”
I was off the couch like a shot and shoving open the bathroom door without even thinking to knock, determined to save my Omega from whatever danger infiltrated our little cabin in the handful of minutes I’d been remiss in my protective duties.
“Get your hands off him!” I snarled as the door hit the wall and rebounded to smack into my side.
“Huh? Who?”
Dex was alone in the small bathroom, his pants shoved down to his ankles with two fingers buried in his ass, the slick dripping down his wrist glistening in the fluorescent light. His brow was sweaty, his chest heaving with the effort of his breaths, and he was staring at me in horrified shock. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
ChapterSixteen
Dex
For weeks I was sure that nothing could be more embarrassing than throwing myself at Otto every time he was in my general vicinity, knowing full well that he was going to fuck me and walk away without even a backward glance.
Of course, during those weeks I had no way of knowing the night would come when I desperately wished thatthatwas as embarrassing as the situation was. Instead of the sheer mortification of being two knuckles deep in my own ass while I argued with myself when Otto burst through the bathroom door to save me from a supposed intruder after hearing part of said self-argument.
Otto froze as soon as he realized I was alone and, erm,occupiedand stuttered out a response to my question. “You..you were saying no. I..I thought something was wrong. Sorry.” He stumbled backward, dragging the door closed. A thud from the other side of the door made me think he collapsed back against the wall as soon as the door closed.
You would think that the humiliation of being caught in such a compromising position would have killed the mood, but you’d be wrong.
Instead, the pulse of arousal in the pit of my stomach turned into a deep drumbeat that pounded through my entire body. The blood in my veins turned from a hum to bone-shaking thumping and when I dragged my fingers from my throbbing hole, slick ran freely down the inside of my legs to dampen the pants around my ankles.
Then that damn heat haze settled over me again. My brain went fuzzy, and every inch of my body screamed for Otto tomake good on the promises his scent was making before he went outside.
Instead of pulling my pants up, I kicked them off entirely, losing my shoes in the tangled mass of fabric. I jerked my shirt over my head and, completely bare, yanked the door open to find that I was right. Otto was leaning against the wall to the right of the bathroom door, one hand covering his eyes and the other gripping his cock through his jeans.
“Dex, I am so sorry,” he began without uncovering his eyes. “I swear I thought you needed help.”
“Oh, I do,” I agreed, drawing in a deep breath and humming in pleasure at the taste of his scent.
“What..” Otto dropped the hand from his face and slammed his eyes closed when he saw me. “Oh, fuck, Dex. You’re naked and I am trying so hard not to take advantage of the situation.”
“Not taking advantage,” I assured him, taking another step closer and laying my hand over his on his bulge. “I know what I’m doing.”
Otto groaned, his eyes still closed. “We need to talk but every time we’re in the same space we fall into bed.”
“Don’t wanna talk. Wanna fuck. Specifically, want you to fuck me.” I squeezed lightly and my blood ran even hotter when Otto moaned my name. “Please?”
“Are you sure?” Otto opened his eyes slowly and I could see genuine concern there. “You left last time without telling me.”
Of all the things that Otto could have said, I doubt anything could have snapped me back to reality the way that did.
“Stole your move, huh?” I huffed a laugh. “Come on. We both want this. Let’s get it over with and then we can flip a coin to see who leaves who.”
