Beau feels…differentfrom the other alphas I’ve been with. In a good way. Like he could rail the shit out of me without turning it into a means of asserting his alpha dominance. Hell, he might even let me take the lead. I’m good with either option.
I almost startle when he speaks again, pulled from my dirty thoughts.
“My parents are my omega mom, and my three alpha dads. We’re on good enough terms, though they love to bug me about when I’m going to settle down and give them grandkids. My sister, Nadine, she’s older, and also an alpha. Very protective of me.” He rolls his eyes a little, but there’s clear affection in his voice. “She’s the one who convinced me to try the scent-matching service.”
“Ah, so she’s who I have to thank.”
“Or blame,” he quips back.
I laugh and place my hand atop his. “Guess we’ll find out.”
My breath stutters as his eyes meet mine, the blue-green a sea of hope, nerves, and the slightest hint of sadness.
“We will,” he says on a soft exhale, and I’m caught in this unexpectedly intimate moment.
The waiter comes by to drop off our food, which is good because I was about five seconds from leaning in and kissing the blushing alpha across from me.
I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me when my veritable feast is set down in front of me and a tiny, pathetic salad is set in front of Beau.
His laughter joins mine, and the server looks at us like we’re nuts, asking if everything is alright. We wave him off, and when he’s gone, laugh again.
“Alright, here’s how it’s going to work,” I say, steepling my hands in front of me. “For every one of my questions you answer, I’ll give you a bite of my food.”
Beau shakes his head. “Wow, you drive a hard bargain.”
I lean forward and inhale over my food, letting out a dramatic moan of pleasure. “It’ll be worth it.”
He licks his lips, but I’m not sure he’s thinking about the food. “Okay. Deal.”
“Why do you like my content?”
“Shit, okay, diving right in.”
I shrug. “I don’t want the food to get cold.” I cut off a piece of steak and pop it into my mouth while I wait for his reply.
“Well…other than the fact that you’re beyond gorgeous and sexy…”
I hum in appreciation of the compliment, my omega preening.
“I was looking for something different. I’ve never really enjoyed typical porn. It doesn’t seem like the omegas, or really most of the performers, are enjoying it. And I’m not a fan ofroughness, at least not without it being clear that everyone is into it. So I looked for individual creators and you came up when I searched.”
I push the plate toward the center of the table with a nod. “What did you search?”
He takes a bite of the mac and cheese, trying to disguise his flush at my directness.
“I don’t remember exactly, but probably something like ‘real omega orgasm’.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Ah, so you like watching omegas come?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” Beau asks with a slight frown.
“I mean, I certainly do.”
He chuckles, taking another bite. “I know.”
“That still doesn’t answer why my content, and not porn with an alpha involved. Or even omega on omega that’s catered toward alphas.”
Beau takes a moment to consider as he chews his piece of steak. “I don’t want it to be catered toward alphas. I like seeing omegas enjoying themselves without any thought for alphas. I like the interviews you do, how you find out about what turns your omega partner on, what they’ve always been curious to explore, what gets them off. It’s…refreshing. The openness and lack of assumptions, and the genuine care for giving each other pleasure. The honesty.”
