Oh shit. I probably should have asked about that at the start. I pulled out my phone and saw that the payment had gone through. I should feel elated to have the money, but I almost hated the reminder that I was being paid to be here. For a moment, my mind conjured up images of what it would be like to be bonded with this alpha. If I were his omega, would he pull me close, cuddling me in his big arms while we sipped our drinks?
“Thank you.” I forced a smile. I was starting to feel the urge to cry, even though I had no idea why. I took a sip of my drink, trying to force the lump in my throat to disappear. I opened my mouth to compliment the drink, but what came out instead was the slightest whine.
I froze, keeping my eyes fixed on my lap. I had thought my omega was so deeply buried I wasn’t capable of whining, but now I had done it in the most embarrassing context ever.
“I’m really sorry,” I blurted out as Nox asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I responded quickly. My hands were shaking, so I set my drink down on the coffee table in front of me and was horrified when a tear slid down my cheek. I scrubbed it away, unable to meet Nox’s gaze. He was paying me to provide him with an experience, and I was certainly not delivering. My cheeks heated in embarrassment and the urge to flee the room and get back to my sad little nest overwhelmed me.
“Come here.” He didn’t raise his voice, but it was infused with calm authority all the same.
I was not going to do that. I was going to stand up, walk out of here, and forget this ever happened. This whole thing was a stupid idea.
And then I found myself crawling across the couch cushions towards him, my body moving without my permission as I settled into his outstretched arms. He pulled me in close to his chest, which was vibrating with a soft purr.
“Good girl,” he murmured, holding the back of my head with one hand while the other curled around my hip.
“I’m so sorry,” I choked out. “What is wrong with me? I never cry.”
“You’re okay, sweet girl. Has it been a long time since you’ve been close to an alpha?”
Shit. Of course he could tell I was a fucking newbie at this.
I didn’t know how much information to give him. Concerns about how vulnerable I was with this massive alpha crept in like poisonous vines.
“You don’t have to answer that,” he soothed. His earlier shyness melted away, replaced by a confident authority that I found incredibly sexy, even in the midst of my distress. “Sometimes, when an omega hasn’t been close to an alpha in a while, it can trigger an emotional response. Some evolutionary shit about getting the alphas to care for them. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
His words, his purr, his arms on me all worked together to ease my anxiety. For the first time in months, my omega instincts stirred. It almost set off more tears as relief washed through me. I thought I’d lost all touch with my inner omega, but she was still there.
I allowed myself to relax into his broad chest, his warmth seeping into my skin. My nose tickled with the metallic edge of his de-scenter, and I wished I could breathe in his real scent.
Time seemed to slow and expand as we stayed like that on the couch. Nox ran gentle hands over my body, keeping me tightly pressed to him. Slowly, my emotions settled, and I became aware of other sensations in my body—a warmth building in my core and the press of Nox’s hard cock against my ass.
I took a deep breath, feeling more in control. I still didn’t understand my earlier breakdown, but sex was something I was comfortable with. I shifted so my back was to his chest and ground down on his cock. Nox moaned in my ear, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
“You sure?” he whispered.
I grabbed his hands and guided them down my body. He pulled my dress up so my panties were uncovered, his hand cupping my pussy in a firm grip that made a small burst of slicksoak my underwear. It’d been ages since I’d produced slick… yet another thing this alpha was doing to me.
“I’d like to make you feel good, sweetness. Is that okay?”
His fingers teased the edges of my lace underwear as if asking for permission.
I arched against him, leaning my head back to rest against his chest, and nodded.
Soft lips pressed against my cheek in a gesture so sweet it made my eyes flutter closed. And then his fingers delved into my underwear, confidently circling my clit. My pleasure built quickly, and I grasped his arm to keep him from moving away. I’d never had a partner who wanted to focus on my pleasure first, and it certainly wasn’t something I’d expected from this encounter.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” His voice was low and seductive, his breath brushing against my skin.
I clenched, feeling empty. A whine left my lips. “Yes.”
“Tell me what you need,” he murmured.
“I need you to fill me up.” I gasped as more pleasure shot through my clit.
Without hesitation, he pressed two thick fingers inside me, his thumb continuing to circle my clit. He pumped and curled his fingers and I clenched, my legs shaking as my orgasm overtook me.
Nox kept his fingers inside me, his palm continuing to press down on my clit like he had all the time in the world. I whimpered, my words stolen by the pleasure he’d just given me.
