I let them settle between my legs.
It’s kind of my routine, evening and morning too, jerking off alone in the shower.
Sometimes during the day. Okay, more than sometimes. Always.
Also in the afternoon… yeah.
My libido is pretty high, which is unfortunate for a single person.
I wrap my hand around my shaft, feeling the hot thickness in my fingers. Usually, when I do this, I picture Marcel, but… not today. I close my eyes and replay that one short moment, maybe a second long, when I lifted Blue up and moved him behind that billboard. For a second, my arms had wrapped around his slim waist. His back pressed against my chest, just briefly, but I remember that strange, pleasant shiver that went through me. I didn’t have time to focus on it then. I was too busy making sure he was safe. But now I can go over that moment again in my head, slow it down, and feel that sharp little spark of pleasure. It’s enough to push the fantasy further. I imagine pulling him closer, pressing my lips to his neck.
It’s twisted, because this is Blue Lowen. He’s gone from my enemy to the object of my desire in one day. It has to be a Guinness record. So fucking funny. Am I a maxxer when it comes to being a contrarian?
And yet it’s real. I stroke myself, and a moment later, with my eyes closed, I come. All I can see in my mind are his soft pink lips, parted, wet, moaning.
Damn, how embarrassing.
After the shower, I head back to my bed.
When I look at it, at how neatly it’s made, something hits me.
There was no nest on Blue’s bed!
I’ve never seen an omega’s bed without one. Not once. And then I remember, of course, Blue doesn’t have neck glands. Hedoesn’t have the instinct to build a nest. There’s this dull ache in my chest, regret that something so important for every omega is the one thing he’ll never get to experience.
I lie down and stare at the ceiling, my head full of tangled thoughts.
BLUE
The door closes behind Gabriel, and for a moment I just stand there, staring blankly at the screen on the wall displaying the city at night.
There are moments when I question my own judgment, or even my sanity, for deciding to hire him in the first place. At the same time, though, his abilities already proved useful on day one.
The impression he gives off and the actual results he delivers really don’t match up.
A shy guy with low confidence and a nervous, slightly socially awkward attitude, and yet he acted like a full-blooded alpha protector.
Sure, shielding someone from a splash of paint isn’t exactly on the same level as stopping a bomb, but it still proves his talent is very real.
I walk over to the bed and slowly sit on the edge of it.
My hand glides over the smooth surface. There’s no nest here, no decorations, no unnecessary clutter. Just the bare minimum needed for comfort.
I’ve always slept here alone, and now there’s another man under my roof, one who’ll undress and climb into bed, his hot alpha skin sinking into the white sheets…
I sigh.
Alphas have always irritated me, especially the arrogant ones with dominant personalities. Somehow I always ended up competing with them in one way or another. Sure, when it came to physical strength I was at a disadvantage, but in every other area I could humiliate them, put them in their place, shut them down completely. Some of my brothers were honestly nervous speaking around me because I always had an answer for everything they said, and usually not one they wanted to hear. Themean little brat, I was.
But Gabriel doesn’t stir those same feelings in me.
With him, I’d say there’s something…
I pause, searching for a word that almost never appears in my vocabulary.
…something adorable?
He seems emotional, but there’s an interesting depth to him. Reserved, yet there’s also something impulsive underneath, this nervous intensity mixed with stubbornness.
