Jesi had been the key to unlock him, and he was proud to be that for Chase.
Chase rested against his shoulder.He didn’t speak, but accepted what little comfort Ford could give.
“Alpha or omega, that shit don’t mean anything unless you let it.”He refused to let Chase be caged by expected behaviours.Wanting to be needed, cared for, to be held, didn’t make him weak.“Admitting how you feel for me, and accepting how I feel, don’t make you any less an alpha.Makes you fucking strong to know yoursel’, to accept who you are.”Ford closed his eyes to engrave the scent of Chase onto his lungs.“I’m fucking proud to call you mine.”
Chase briefly nuzzled at his neck.“Get home safe.”He stepped back, waved to the taxi that waited at the end of the narrow alley at the back of Barry’s, and walked away.
“Sweet dreams, meda.”
Chase waved and disappeared into the darkness towards his taxi.
* * * *
Chase
It was after eleven when he got home, sinking onto the sofa with relief.Popping the nearby lamp on, he went through his usual routine of cleaning up, doing the dishes and checking what he’d need to throw out from the fridge.The calm, familiar monotony of the tasks gave him a chance to sober up.
By the time he stepped out of the shower, Chase reached for a towel to dry off, intending to go straight to bed.A knock at the front door surprised him, because he always locked the front entrance at night.He wrapped the towel around his waist and used another to scrub at his hair, leaving the bedroom to walk through the living room to the front door.
He was surprised to find Ford outside, leaning against the wall opposite his door, phone in hand and Lucky’s laughter spilling from it.
“You ain’t gonna be angry at me, are you?”
Leaning against the door frame, Chase wrapped the spare towel around his neck and folded his arms over his chest, listening to Lucky’s welcome voice through the phone.
“You’ve had a hard day.You deal with things however you want, as long as you’re safe,” Lucky encouraged him, a trusting omega who had no idea of the trouble lurking in Ford’s eyes.
Despite what they’d been drinking, Ford’s eyes were clear, full of admiration.“You gonna be pissed I’m outside Chase’s flat?”
“Should I be?”Lucky shot back, genuinely curious.
“Depends.”Ford pushed off the wall and leaned in for a kiss that never came.“I’m horny and he’s fucking sexy, all dripping wet and only wearing a towel.There ain’t any rules about resisting our baby alpha, is there?”
“Not that I’m aware.”
Ford hummed and bit his bottom lip, leaning in so close Chase could smell the alcohol on his breath.“I’m thinking of blowing our alpha.Whatcha gotta say ’bout that?”He pushed a hand into the door frame to crowd Chase.
Lucky’s voice was quiet, slightly husky.“Like you say, he’s our alpha.Do whatever you want.Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said, clearly fighting laughter before he abruptly hung up.
Ford stared at his phone.“Flower?”
Chase grabbed the phone to shove into Ford’s coat pocket.He looked good in black jeans, a white T-shirt under a navy shirt, and a black bomber jacket, all sexy and powerful.Chase had been fighting the instinct to snog him all night.“He’s trying not to laugh at you, a grown alpha, asking his permission,” he explained, in case Ford didn’t realise why Lucky had rushed off the phone.Taking a half step closer, he looked Ford in the eye.“When it comes to what Lucky wouldn’t do…I can’t imagine where that line is.If he was here, he’d be on his knees in a heartbeat, seeing you this sexy.”
Ford opened his mouth to speak, but Chase was done talking.Grabbing Ford by his jacket, he stepped back and dragged him inside the apartment, then kicked the door shut and pushed Ford against it.
“You were supposed to get home safe.Tell me you didn’t drive here,” he demanded, hating that he sounded like a possessive crush.
“I called a taxi.”
Chase was glad he’d been smart enough to be careful.Before Ford could speak to ruin the moment, he cupped his hands at the back of his neck.“You really wanna fuck me?”
Ford leaned on the door and curled his fingers over the top of Chase’s towel.“Not until Lucky is watching.”
When he slipped a hand beneath the fabric to bare skin, Chase’s pulse roared in his ears and he pressed closer, mouth dropping open a breath from Ford’s.“I wanna watch you with Lucky.”When Ford bit his bottom lip and tugged the towel from him, he found words falling from his lips.“I want to see you kiss him, make him scream.I want you to fuck him while you’re kissing me.”
With a low, deep groan, Ford closed the distance and claimed his mouth, possessive and dominant.Chase’s inner alpha wanted to rail against it, but couldn’t.He sank into Ford’s arms, because it was the only place he wanted to be tonight.
Ford closed the gap between them but held back on the kiss.“You are one sexy motherfucker.”
