Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
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 what she’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 could have 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…”
“What’s the problem? You want cash? You want us to leave?”
Behind him a door opens, and I watch his mouth slam shut as his attention shifts. But he doesn’t stop looking like he wants to eviscerate me with his eyes, before doing it properly out back like he threatened. His mood worsens when a pint-sized woman walks past him without comment and comes closer towards me. She stops behind the desk, opens a drawer, grabs a pen and a form.
Once she’s got everything set up on the counter, she brings her eyes up to mine, and while he’s hard like steel, his mate is soft like a marshmallow. She’s also an Omega, her throat riddled with packing scars from a long time ago.
“My Alpha is being overly protective which I’ve had a lifetime to get used to, but our guests shouldn’t have to see that side of his charming personality. Which is why I usually do this, and he usually helps with the bags.” Her light blue eyes lock on mine briefly before they drop to my nose. That isn’t altogether strange, more like she really has had to deal with dominant Alphas in her time.
She’s soft, her voice gentle and trusting as she keeps speaking, “He’s a wonderful person, but we have also seen our fair share of trouble. Particularly from your kind.”
“My kind?”
“Motorcycle gangs, biker crews, one percenters.”
“From mine?” I barely manage to swallow a bark at the sudden biting anger at her suggestion that my crew and I are bad. I mean we’re not a group of fairies but we’re not fucking cockheads either. I look back to her Alpha for confirmation.
His eyes drop purposely to the logo on my shirt. Before he opens his mouth though, his mate answers.
“Unless you’ve patched in to the Death Riders, then no.”
“You’ve had them here?” I snap, needing the clarification. Because Death Riders are fucking scum and if they’re associated in any way, I’m taking my girl and we’re fucking out of here.
“Not for a few years. We’ve seen our fair share of trouble, and don’t want to see any more of it. My pack has promised me time to watch sunsets.” She waits until I look down at her. “Life’s too short as it is. Am I right?”
“I’m not bringing trouble to your door.”
“Sure looks like it,” her partner snaps, making his Omega hiss under her breath, dropping her eyes submissively.
Without another word she hands a pen over to me then points to where she wants me to fill in details and add signatures. It feels like a test, but I’ve got nothing to hide, and I’ve done nothing wrong.
“How long are you staying?”
“A night or two.”
“And the lady in the car?” Her question takes me aback, and before I can question her, she speaks again. “Like I said, we’ve seen some terrible things in our time. We want your reassurance that she’s here of her own free will.”
“Of course she is,” I hiss, standing taller and getting offended at her insinuation. “Jesus, what have you seen?”
“We’ve seen enough to keep guns under our counters and my pack on high alert. But I can see you’re a man of your word, just like Jonah. We will have meals brought to your room…” She waves her hand, her mood shifting like something I’ve said in a handful of words has changed her mind about me.
“There’s no need.”
She sighs before bringing her eyes up to mine. “In my guest house, that’s what I do.”
“I appreciate that, but honestly…”
“Off you go. Jonah and I have the place to ourselves for a few more hours”—she looks down to the registration forms—“if you or your lady friend need us, dial 9. My name’s Nancy and I apologise for the strange welcome.”
I shake my head but also collect the key she offered; I make it to the door still wondering if the hotel down the road would’ve been a better choice.
“Before you go.” Her voice is quiet, though her words pack a serious punch. “If you hurt her in any way, we will track you down and destroy you. I have little regard for titles and names, so don’t think we won’t come after you. And we will if needed.”
Before I can say a word in defence, she and Jonah disappear out the door, and the lights shut off. I’m left in the dark, contemplating what the living shit is going on, when instead I should be thinking of being balls deep inside the tasty little Omega.
Pulling open the door though, everything fades into insignificance when I find her sitting saturated on the hood of my truck. If I’m honest, she kind of resembles a drowned rat, but she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in her world.
I step out towards her, and a smile breaks over her face. So simple, but so poignant. But the biggest shock of the night isn’t knowing she’s my scent-matched mate, it’s the way I lean into the fact without any second thoughts.