Chapter Nine
Sothea
Finally, we were going on our dinner date.
Altan had selected one of the restaurants I’d shown him—not the one where he got the takeout because he wanted to try somewhere new, and I was so looking forward to spending the evening with him and having a good meal.
The Korean place he’d first wanted to go to was the final decision.
I picked him up at his apartment and drove to the restaurant.
“Can I tell you something?” he whispered as we waited to be seated.
“Of course.”
“This is the first restaurant of this kind I’ve been to. I don’t even know what to order.”
“That’s all right. I like that you picked a new adventure. I can help you if you like, or the server will.”
“Or I can just point to the menu.” His eyes sparkled. “And really have an adventure.”
“That’s true. You can do that.”
And he did.
It was so much fun to sit next to him in the booth and watch him talk to the server.
He didn’t ask for help, just pointed, but the server had his own methods for being sure people enjoyed their food.
When Altan asked for a dish, he asked questions like, “How much heat do you like?” and “If you like grilled eel, that’s a perfect choice. ”
I’d heard good things about this place, and they were right.
Both our meals were delicious, and the atmosphere was quiet enough to talk and hear one another, but lively and fun as well.
We did not have eel, not this time, although we planned to make a second trip in the near future and joked about trying something like that.
Expanding our culinary experience, we called it.
“Where shall we go now?” I asked him as we walked toward the parking lot. “Want to do something else?”
He stopped, faced me, and lifted his face. “Kiss me and take me home with you.”
“Okay.” What else was there to say? I kissed him then, a light brush of lips that deepened into something much more before I reluctantly pulled back. “My house, it is.”
The drive home might have been a little bit dangerous.
The only thing keeping my mind on the road at all was the fact my omega sat next to me, and I would never want to harm him in any way.
Light traffic helped. I turned off the car, came around to his side, and opened his door.
“You’re sure you want to come in? I might get a little frisky.
” Or a lot frisky—which I hoped was what he wanted, but I had to be sure.
“If you don’t, I’ll never forgive you.”
I didn’t even remember what happened between there and when we got to my bedroom, but we crossed that threshold naked, hard, and kissing frantically. My cock bumped his, sending ripples of electricity up my spine and shutting down any part of my brain that controlled unrelated things.
Luckily, enough remained to keep me breathing as I laid my omega down on the bed and knelt beside it. “I need to see if you taste as good as you smell,” I said before realizing that he might not consider scent to be a compliment.
But he bucked his hips and grabbed his shaft, pointing it toward my mouth. “Go ahead. I can do the same later. How do you smell so amazing?”
Maybe humans did have an awareness of the scent of their mate?
But the moment I took him in my mouth, I forgot to think about things like that.
Or anything but how incredible he tasted and how alive he was.
His cock vibrated when I licked long lines up and down before taking him into my throat and sucking.
He dug his fingers into my scalp and held on, muttering too low for me to understand the words, but the meaning was clear.
He liked it, and I redoubled my efforts, gliding my teeth along his skin as I released him before taking him in again and again, losing myself in the pleasure of it until he cried out and hot, thick salty-sweetness poured down my throat.
I drank every drop, licking him clean before standing up again.
“Omega, you’re…” I had nothing that could describe what I’d experienced, but he lay back and gave me a lazy smile.
“You are too. Now, are you going to fuck me, or is this the whole show?”
“And naughty. I have half a mind to give you a spanking for that.”
“Go ahead.” He rolled to the side, exposing his pale cheeks for me. “I dare you.”
A growl emerged from my throat, and I grasped his hips and pushed him the rest of the way onto his stomach. “Never dare me unless you want it to happen.” I rubbed his skin, warming it. “And I’m thinking maybe you’d enjoy a little paddling?”
“Mmm. I don’t know.” But he did thrust his bottom up toward me. “Nobody’s ever tried.”
The first smack had a surprised grunt coming from him. The second, a groan. “Count, omega. We’ll do ten spanks before I, as you so eloquently put it, fuck you.”
I lifted my palm and brought it down, harder.
“Three.”
Across both cheeks.
“Four.”
By seven, he was writhing and at the count of ten, I parted his cheeks and smoothed the slick around his hole.
“You loved it. So slippery and ready for me.” Without waiting for a reply, I plunged into him, his hot, slick body closing around my aching cock.
Balls deep on the second drive, his bottom bearing my handprints the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I pistoned in and out, wanting to be gentle but driven on by his encouraging cries until far too soon, I was struggling not to come.
Our first time, and I wanted it to last. But his tight muscles flexed around me, milking me, and I finally pulled out.
“No, why are you stopping?” he demanded.
“Because I want to see your face when I come inside you.” I helped him onto his back and drove in again.
It was worth the pause to see the strain on his face, the half-closed eyes, parted lips, and look of shock when he came again, just from friction against my belly.
No alpha could have kept from following him into ecstasy, including me, and I emptied my balls, filling him, my knot swelling to hold us together.
Altan reached up and pulled me down, I thought to kiss me, but no. He sank his teeth into my shoulder and bit. Hard. It would leave a mark.
It. Would. Leave. A. Mark.
When my knot shrank and I rolled to the side, taking him with me, he snuggled close then jerked away. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding. I bit you. I’m so sorry!”
Silly human. “Yes, and it was perfect.” I cuddled him into my side. “You are perfect.”