Emerson shrugged and Dash hit play. He snuggled against Emerson’s warmth as the opening scene played out. The old fairy tale was a familiar one. Beautiful, fragile, omega Snow seemed oblivious to his wicked stepfather’s cruelty until the hunky huntsman tried to murder him in the woods. While the scenes were beautifully shot, the story was clichéd. Dash’s interest piqued when Snow came across the seven hunky shirtless lumberjacks hard at work, though. The sweaty, bare-chested, muscular alphas werealleye candy, but when it became apparent their focus was solely on the tiny omega, it left him rolling his eyes.
As if one omega could handle all seven of them at once.
After the alphas had taken poor, defenseless Snow back to the house they shared, it quickly turned heated. The alphasfought over whose bed their pretty houseguest would sleep in, and Snow quieted the argument with a kiss to the biggest, strongest alpha. The seven men soon crowded Snow, tugging off his clothes until he was wearing only a tiny pair of white lace panties and they caressed his bare body.
“Whydid you brothers recommend this?” Dash asked, in shock. “It’s practically porn.”
He turned to Emerson, who wore a wide-eyed, repulsed look. Emerson held up a hand, at a loss for words. “I haveno idea.”
“Do they not get that we’re not into alpha-omega couples?”
“We can turn it off at any time,” Emerson whispered.
It wasn’t as if Dash wascompletelyunaffected. There was a tiny part of him whichwasomega and seeing seven strapping alphas tend to one wasa bitintriguing, but he looked nothing like Snow. The logistics were going to be insane—how the hell was Snow going to manage all seven alphas at once? It was comical to imagine.
Dash lifted the remote and hit Exit as two of the alphas broke off. Before the screen went black, the pair of alphas kissed one another.
Dash’s jaw dropped. Hehadn’tjust seen two alphas kissing on the screen.
“Umm…you mind turning that back on for a second?” Emerson asked, his voice gruff.
“Yeah, sure,” Dash murmured.
He restarted the show and it picked up right where it had left off. Two alphas kissed passionately onscreen, clinging to one another. Dash’s body tingled all over watching the pair, his breathing growing rapid. The episode ended seconds later, leaving Dash desperate to see what happened next.
Silence fell as a countdown ticked down the seconds before the next episode played.
“We watching episode two?” Emerson asked, sounding a bit flustered himself.
Dash turned to eye Emerson, noting his mate’s pink cheeks and perhaps a hint of a bigger bulge pressing against the front of his pants.
“Yup,”Dash said, snuggling even closer before hitting the remote to queue up the next episode.
He’d halfway expected the alpha scene to be a quick blip of the alphas and then gone, but it wasn’t. The scene moved between Snow and the other five alphas and the pair doing their own thing in the corner. After it was over, Dash’s cock was aching. As another countdown started, he nibbled on Emerson’s neck.
“Dash… we shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Your heart,”Emerson whispered, his lids lowering.
“I’m stronger than you give me credit for.” Dash rose on his knees beside Emerson and captured his mate’s lips. Emerson didn’t fight him further, especially after he lowered his hand to massage his mate’s hard cock hidden behind his sweatpants.
After dragging Emerson’s waistband down, he reached in and grasped the root of him. Caressing the length, he plundered Emerson’s mouth, warring with his tongue. Not to be outdone, Emerson reached into Dash’s pajama pants and offered the same pleasure, stroking the length and using the precum leaking to lubricate the path.
It took neither of them long to come, erupting into one another’s hands, before collapsing against one another. Dash panted, his heart pounding in his chest. A sheen of sweat cooled on his body after a few minutes and he grinned. “See? I told you I’d survive.”
Emerson chuckled. “That, you did.”
Dash kissed his alpha, his limbs weak but his heart strong. After cleaning themselves up and returning to the couch, they restarted the episode they’d ignored in the race for pleasure. They remained on the couch all evening, binging the rest of the season, only leaving to pee or open the door for the takeout they’d ordered. After the last episode, Dash growled. “There’s no next season?”
“Probably for the best. We’ve been sitting here for eight hours, Dash.”
Dash growled at Emerson.
Emerson lifted his hands in surrender.“Sorry.”
Dash clicked off the television. “I wonder if there will be more.”
