I discover Noah makes amazing risotto, Lincoln is a card shark, Gabe’s insight into my business is as scary as mine is, and Valak can be a bit of a dick when he wants to be. Like every morning at eight o’clock come rain, hail, or shine, he picks me up and carries me out of my nest, plonking me on my bed and dressing me in workout gear.
“Not again, Val, please,” I try for soft and sweet. I have to sit on my hands so I don’t strangle the gorgeous man.
Yesterday, I actually did try to strangle him, but it didn’t work.
He sits his big butt on my lap when I decide to make a run for it. Tickling my feet until I scream surrender. And then the giant fool pulls on my socks and running shoes before he jumps up, spins around, and lands back on my lap to pull my hair into a high ponytail.
“You, my most favourite running buddy in the whole world, are in for a treat today.”
I gasp, clutching my chest and feign fainting on him. Peaking one eye open when he doesn’t come to my rescue.
“Goddamn it, Valak,” I sit up, whacking his arm. “Tell me what the treat is then!”
“When we get to the guard station.”
I push him off my lap, muttering under my breath as I stomp my way through to the kitchen. “Fucking five-mile run is not how to impress your omega.”
“Yeah it is,” Gabe teases, pulling me out of my grump and into change your panties territory. He’s casually leaning against my kitchen bench in a stunning, and I mean drop-dead-JFC, stunning black suit with black shirt.
“Where are you going?”
“Business meeting,” he grins.
“With whom?”
“You’ll see. Better get your legs on, Len, you know Val’s a bit of a cunt when you’re slow, and I think he’s already probably out the front door.”
Of course, Valak’s supersonic hearing means he’s chuckling and slamming the front door behind him.
I go off like a rocket, because Gabe is right, Val is a dick when he thinks I’m not trying hard, but he should try running with little legs. Yelling over my shoulder, I leave Gabe without any answers as to why he’s dressed like that. “You better be in that suit when I get back, Gabriel!”
And then it’s his turn to chuckle.
I’m literally hauling ass. My legs are pumping a mile a minute to keep up with Valak, who looks like he’s barely jogging. I make it to the first mile post without a word. I can’t even say if the sky is blue or it’s about to rain, I’m wholly and solely focused on getting to that first marker. As soon as I see it, he speeds up too. The second we pass it, we take a flying leap at each other. The both of us fall onto the ground, but he takes the brunt of the fall for me. Like he has the last few mornings.
Pinning him down with my puny legs on his shoulders, holding his arms above his head, Val’s amazing smile is all I see. His strong bergamot smell, even more intense after our crazy mad dash here.
“My cheek does not hurt. I promise you. Give me.” I attack him like a crazed omega, my hands shaking and my sweet smell like a cloud over us.
Our one-mile mark is the first of our stops. Usually, it’s him ripping my pants down, but today I’m on him clawing at his running shorts.
“Lift up,” I demand, and he does. My fingers ripping his shorts down his thighs. His cock is already hard and it springs against his rock-hard abs.
And then it’s like the parting of the clouds, I swear I hear the angels singing, or it’s just me whimpering.
He fists his dick, his eyes black and full of blazing need and lust. “You want this?” His voice is all deep and rumbly, making me close my eyes in surrender as I shiver.
“Please, Valak, let me suck you off.”
He growls, swatting my hand away from trying to reach him. “You want my dick in your mouth, Lennon?”
I snarl at him, unable to answer him a second time because my mouth is filling with saliva. I nod more than a hundred times.
“It’s always yours,” he says, guiding me down. Wiggling a bit, Val sits up on his elbows to watch as I switch between licking over his velvety head and sucking on his slit until I can feel the thick of his precome coat my tongue.
“Yes, Lennon,” he hisses and I turn to watch his beautiful face twist up in his pleasure. He doesn’t close his hooded eyes, and I can see him struggle not to hurry me. I’m not teasing him, I’m savouring, as I keep sucking on him, pumping his fat cock until his eyes cross, and his chest heaves. And then I deep throat him without any warning, sending him crashing back down to the ground, moaning, and cradling my head in both his hands. Hollowing my cheeks and bobbing up and down, I definitely test the boundaries of how good my face has healed. And the way he gets off on being in my mouth and me massaging his knot has my running shorts feeling like I’ve wet myself. My core throbs with every grunt and groan.
“Finger yourself,” He groans before he takes another deep breath.
