HIM
It’s almost like the universe was conspiring to get us to meet because despite the fact I should be on the opposite side of town I’m clearly exactly where I’m meant to be. And I’m no praying man, not even a betting one, but I’ll be thanking my lucky fucking stars for making my path cross with hers.
Herbeing the blonde-haired, blue eyed, drop dead gorgeous, bubble-gum scented Omega, who’s ripe as fuck and primed ready to go. I’ve got no doubt I could sink my fingers in her pussy and she’d be dripping all over them, messing up the leather on my car seat. Except I reckon if I was to spend a handful of minutes licking my way up her dangerously long legs or burying my face between her perky tits and sucking on her luscious, and currently erect nipples, she’d go off just as irrationally fast, with the same result.
Can’t say I care where I start, but I will be eating every fucking sumptuous part of her.
While I drive, she twists around on the seat and watches me without pretending she’s not. Her eyes scour over me, and I get it’s just a look, but it feels a fuck tonne different than the way anyone has looked at me before. And some of it has to do with the fact not many other people would have the balls to do whatshe’s doing. Although I can’t say I’ve ever met my scent-matched Omega before, so there is that.
I drive straight past the first run-down, shit-hole with a vacancy sign, continuing further through the unseasonal and endless storm, finding a cottage of all things nestled off the main road. The only reason I stopped here’s because of the sign on the road that reads plain and simple that the accommodation is a separate cottage, and not a shared house. Which works better, because I don’t want to share one part of her with anyone, even the sounds she is going to be making when she comes. And she’ll be doing that until the sun rises.
Turning slightly, I’m taken aback by how good she looks in my hoodie. It hangs off her shoulder and she’s jiggled further around, rearranging my clothes on her so it covers her ass, looking more like a dress. She arches an elegant eyebrow up at me, probably sensing I’m about to speak, and with that one sassy gesture I get a sense of how fucking good she’s going to be—on all levels.
I flick my head towards her bags in the back. “You don’t fucking need anything, killer. Get your ass ready and I’ll be back to get you. Make sure you text anyone you need to because we’re going offline for a while.”
She sits up, acting like she doesn’t already know what’s coming. The minx dials up her flirty signals by purposely scenting up the inside of the cab again, rubbing her legs together expectantly, still making me spell it out for her. “Ohhh, what are we doing…”
“Killer, I’m serious. No fucking phone calls, no going out to dinner, no interruptions. Nothing is happening but my cock and knot in your tight cunt. Once your pussy is so full it’s leaking my claim, I’ll be filling that smart mouth of yours.”
“You make it sound like a hardship,” she quips back before she pouts at me, putting on a sweet and innocent voice too. “Come on, Daddy… I’m hungry.”
Before I can say a word, she laughs so fucking loud I have to shake my head to stop the ringing in my ears.
“That’s one,” I say.
“One what?” she asks, like she doesn’t know.
“Don’t be a fucking brat,” I warn, jabbing my finger in her face. But instead of arguing, she leans forward and tongues my finger.
But two can play this game.
I shove two fingers inside her hungry mouth, pushing her tongue down and forcing her to deep throat my fingers. She gags at the intrusion but she doesn’t break eye contact with me when she starts to lean into it, even when her face turns red. Her scent keeps thickening, confirming what I already know; she’s into whatever I give her.
Her mouth is divine around my fingers, her tongue too, and the desire in her eyes lets me know she’s not at all put out by me acting on the signals we’ve been throwing at each other from the instant we met.
“Make your calls,” I whisper hoarsely, leaning in close enough to see her irises dilating as she sucks. It’s a right turn on. Dragging my fingers from her mouth, I wrap my hand around her throat, tugging her closer still to lick over her face and all the way over to her ear. “And drop the daddy shit.”
I don’t wait for her smart-ass retort. And it’s there, I can hear it loud and clear in the way her breathing hitches as I slam the door before she starts laughing again. The beep of the alarm as I lock her inside my car earns me a beep on the car-horn in return.
I throw two fingers up, letting her know I’ve added another strike.
If she keeps this up, she’s not going to be able to sit down for a week.
Making a sprint for the door to the reception area, I shake off the worst of the rain when I huddle under the tiny porch, and I use my dry t-shirt as a towel before tugging it on. Pushing the door open, I pretty much walk into a wall of aggression, which isn’t quite what I was expecting.
An Alpha stands behind a small, dainty desk looking out the front window. Back at what’s mine. He’s a fucking unit and definitely not what I thought I’d find in some hole-in-the-wall out in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. Either way, I feel my own dominance changing to outshine his.
“All okay out there?” he mumbles without turning around, his attention still outside, still on her.
“What are you looking at?” I bite aggressively. He’s clearly got something to say because he hasn’t yet looked at me. It makes sense that I get overly hostile in response to his disrespect.
His presence screams Alpha. More my kind of Alpha than your run of the mill, works a nine to five, pays taxes and asks before taking kind of Alpha. When he swings around, I’m surprised by how old he is. The way he was standing I missed the greying hair, wrinkles, and tiredness. Irrespective of his age, he’s not someone you’d keep your back to, and all of a sudden it’s like two wild wolves sizing each other up. My alarms are ringing, my hackles are rising exactly like his.
“I’m looking at you making a goddamn mess on my mate’s new carpet in the middle of the reception area of my fine establishment. While you look confused about why I’m ready to throw your ass out the door and call the cops, I’m wondering what I did to deserve this.” He rolls his shoulders back, and takes a step away from the window. “Out of all the places you couldhave walked into, you had to choose mine and on the night my mate made me a pot roast and we’ve got the place to ourselves.”
“All I want is a room.”
He ignores me but doesn’t relax. If anything, he gets more wound up the more he talks. “Aside from a handful of times, I’ve been a mostly law-abiding citizen, paid my dues, treated people right. But clearly, I messed up along the way because how else would you explain you showing up. And now I’m wondering if I’m too old for this shit because I swear to fucking god, if you ruin my date night, I’ve got no qualms taking you out back…”
