“And you stand for that?”
“Sadly, it’s pretty standard behaviour in our industry. I rejected his advances like I always do, but he didn’t appreciate that, so…” I point to my eye.
“He’s dead.” He bolts up to standing, no longer pretending to be relaxed.
“You can’t go kill an Alpha because he makes inappropriate moves on me. Besides, I handled it. I’m not going to lose my career over an Alpha who can’t handle being turned down.”
“Proud of you for taking control. I’m still killing the fucker.”
He cracks his neck and shuts his eyes for a few seconds. Almost immediately I can pick up the change in his scent and I know in his mind we’ve dealt with the black eye situation. For the time being. When he opens his eyes at me, the rich mahogany colour of them floods me with warmth. “Now, we’ve got more important things to focus on.”
“Yeah?” I ask, not even bothering with the mushy smile on my face.
And then he turns and engages all the locks on the door. I know he’s engaging all of them for no other reason but to stop any interruption, because once we start, nothing will matter.Despite the darkness of the room, made darker because of the weather, there’s enough light coming from the small windows for me to see when he starts to stalk towards me.
Each step is pronounced and considered, exactly like panthers when they’ve latched on a victim. His movements are just as sleek, although the thickening of his scent tells me where his next step will be. He reaches over his head and pulls off his t-shirt in one move before he stands in front of me and undoes his belt painstakingly slow. And while I mostly watch him being an absolute clit tease in part because he moves like he’s in molasses, I also take the opportunity while he’s strutting my way to admire his naked top half.
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t like my attention being dragged away from what he’s doing, but I can’t take my eyes off the endless array of tattoos that are spreading outwards from the italic words that take centre stage over his sculpted chest: The Fallen.
“Eyes down here,” he snaps, just like I knew he would. He’s got that presence about him. But his curt demand also makes me realise how distracted I’d been by the galaxy of ink etched over almost every part of him, so caught up in his endless tattooed muscles that I missed when he stopped undressing himself. The button to his jeans is open and he rubs himself through the material.
I can see what he wants, it’s written all over his face, but listening to his impatient grunts of frustration are more of a turn on than me scrambling over the bed to untuck his cock. My blood pops and sizzles in anticipation.
The words between us dry up again, but it’s not awkward at all. It’s one of those times when Omegas and Alphas use all the other tools in their arsenal to make communication unnecessary.
When he scents so much the atmosphere in the room changes, I respond and do the same, adding a sweetness over his bourbon scent. His breathing slows down, and mine does too. When he smirks, flicking his head up to me, his brittle frustration from before is replaced by smouldering, unbridled passion and rising desire. Again, I do the most Omega thing for him and drop my eyes submissively, which is liberating. Being able to be unguarded around an Alpha is another confirmation of our growing, soul deep connection.
“Look at me, killer,” he calls softly as he comes closer.
My eyes jump up to his before I go back to watching him stroke and squeeze himself as if he hurts as much as I do.
I pull off his hoodie, and I do nothing to hide how I feel when I do. My slight shift in temperament isn’t about being self-conscious of my body; it’s got to do with the sense of loss I feel after he took his top off. All that is, is more proof of meeting ‘the one’. He nods his head slightly when I kneel to face him.
“I always want you to crawl to me, killer,” he says slowly, devoutly. His words are laced with desire but there’s also an understanding. What he said wasn’t a question or something to be argued over.
And I do it the moment he stops talking.
I think we both know I always will.
My body temperature rockets, but it’s not because I’m nearly naked. He’s the reason. I shiver, and my skin pebbles. I lift my eyes to watch him bite his bottom lip as his eyes roam hungrily over my body, eventually settling on my face.
Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I wait for him to tell me what to do next.
“Twist around, show me the ass I now own,” he says, his chin jutting out almost aggressively. His breathing changes again, making his nostrils flare wide.
“Are you talking about this ass?” I ask after shaking said ass. “This is my ass, and you definitely don’t own it.” I circle my hips, finishing with a pop at each end, making my ass cheeks wobble. It makes sense for me to take my time showing him too because I work hard and I’m damn proud of the way my body looks.
The smile on his face grows exponentially, until it falls away and he’s left glowering at me. “You gotta know I own every inch of you. Let’s not waste time arguing for no reason. Especially when you could be feeling my cock stretch your pink slit instead. You agree, don’t ya?”
I don’t even bother thinking when I answer him in a rush, “Also-fucking-lutely, I agree. To everything too, not-Daddy.” I wink before spinning around to face him on my knees again.
“Undress me,” he barks.
And it is one of those barks Alphas make to rip your compliance and submission from you, but the reality is barely a second ago I gave him full consent. All it does is once again feed the smouldering anticipation happening between us.
At his command, I drop down on my forearms, leaning forward so that I can use my teeth. As if I wouldn’t.
“Open your legs wider,” he demands before I get close enough. And he’s getting more impatient with each passing moment. One of his meaty hands grabs hold of an ass cheek and squeezes it while the other buries in my hair as he closes the distance between us.
