Out of nowhere, I wanted to throttle whoever had hurt Quincy. I was certain beyond any doubt that someone had done something dire to the lovely, puckish omega showing off for me.
“I need a better look,” I said, telling myself it was well past time for me to get into the scene and be the alpha my dad expected me to be.
I stepped to the side, where a pair of scissors were waiting on the bureau, and brought those over to cut the zip-tie holding Quincy’s arms together. As soon as he was free, he groaned as his muscles released. It wasn’t just a sound of pain, though. Well, it was, but I could have sworn he liked the pain.
Of course he liked pain. He was a tattooed and pierced omega who played with the Dark Fantasies Club and had signed up for the omega auction.
Shit. I had huge expectations to fulfill, and I wasn’t sure I was up to it.
“On your knees, omega,” I ordered him, figuring I had to start somewhere.
Quincy glanced over his shoulder at me, then winked and turned to kneel in front of me.
I didn’t know what to do. Panic crept up my spine, making me restless and anxious and anything but turned on. Quincy knew what he was doing and knew what he wanted. I’d been more or less dragged into the auction event by my dad. I was a little horny, but I was also way out of my league.
I covered my nerves by going back to the bureau and fetching the small bottle of Heat Lightning pills. “This should do the trick,” I said, trying so hard to get into character.
I had to give this omega what he’d signed up for. He was expecting things from me as much as my family was expecting things.
Everybody expected things from me, and all I wanted to do was help people and sing along to showtunes.
“Open up,” I ordered Quincy in my deepest Dom voice.
I grabbed his jaw for good measure and forced his mouth open, then thrust the pill in. It took a lot of effort for me not to offer him a glass of water.
Quincy swallowed, then grinned up at me and asked, “You planning to give me something to wash it down with?”
“Um, oh.”
I turned to head to the bathroom for the water, but Quincy grabbed my hips to stop me from going. He deftly undid the buckle of my belt, then raced through the fastenings of my trousers. Once he had them and my underwear tugged down a bit, he scooped my cock and balls out.
He made a gruff sound of pleasure, then buried his face against my groin. The way he nuzzled and breathed in my scent had me plumping up in no time, which was a relief. I even grabbed hold of his bright hair and growled when he mouthed one of my balls, then sucked it all the way into his mouth.
Heat Lightning pills were designed to start working almost at once. That meant that the effect of Quincy’s rapidly increasing heat hormones washed over me like someone slowly turning up the temperature. My breathing got deeper and the wild feeling that I needed to fuck Quincy deep and hard began to drag me under.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t still in way over my head. When Quincy finished worshiping my balls and shifted to drag his tongue up the underside of my cock, all I could do was hold on and lose myself in the sensations. I even started to tremble a little.
When Quincy closed his mouth over my flared tip and teased me with his tongue, I had to clench so I didn’t spill everything then and there. It probably didn’t matter. Once an alpha was with an omega in heat, his refractory period shrank to almost nothing. I’d be hard and full and ready to come again withinminutes. It seemed rude to fire off when we’d just got started, though.
“What do you want?” Quincy asked breathlessly, gripping the base of my cock with one hand while rubbing his cheek against it and gazing up at me.
“Sorry?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
Quincy’s grin turned impish as he fondled my balls. “You’re a dangerous, high-powered alpha who just bought me for five million dollars. I’m a helpless, vulnerable omega going into heat. You can do whatever you want with me.”
His gaze darted to the side, to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
My mind went completely blank. It wasn’t that I didn’t know how to initiate impact play or what to do to play my way through an intense scene. It was just that…I didn’t know what I wanted. Quincy wasn’t at all what I’d expected. I was mesmerized by him, curious and turned on. But that didn’t mean I wanted to string him up and fuck him the way I was supposed to.
Embarrassingly, Quincy seemed to catch on to everything that was hanging me up. He huffed out a breath, rocked back, then stood facing me.
“Do you want to call it off?” he asked, looking sympathetically up at me.
I wasn’t a particularly tall or muscular alpha, but I was still bigger than Quincy. Except that the way he looked at me, completely unselfconscious of his nakedness and arousal—and yes, he was hard and flushed and radiating warmth as the Heat Lightning pill took effect—was so much more than I was.
I cleared my throat. “We can’t call the whole thing off,” I said. “You just took a Heat Lightning pill.”
Quincy shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time I went through a heat alone.”
