Chapter Thirteen
Frey
At first, when Ziggy had sent Frey a link to this place and suggested it as their Friday evening entertainment, he hadn’t loved the idea. That he was now through the door was entirely Booker’s fault.
Frey scratched his ear, momentarily distracted from what was happening around him by thoughts of Booker. The bear was away with Taylin, back at Design Detailing have Frey’s back. He reached out to put a hand on Hollis’s sleeve, mumbling something quietly to him. What was said stopped Hollis from doing whatever he’d intended to do.
Frey half listened as he sipped at his drink and forced himself to look back at the second couple who’d drawn his attention. The alpha had his hands on the padded seat, not touching the omega who got to do the touching. He stroked and caressed anywhere he wanted. There was no conversation between them. Not verbally, anyway. What struck Frey as he finished his drink and ordered another one was the way they looked at each other. The intensity of it was… beautiful. Nothing about it was threatening… it wasn’t threatening.
The thought stuck, and he drank his second and third cocktail, paying no one else any attention as he watched with fascination. When the omega finally got down on his knees in front of the alpha, it was absolutely his decision. He was in control.
A breath shuddered out of Frey, his body reacting to how much he wanted to try… to get down on his knees and lap at Booker’s cock. There, he’d admitted it to himself. He wanted to try to overcome his fears with the enormous bear.
“You doing okay?” Ziggy murmured in his ear. “You’ve been watching them pair,”—he pointed to the booth—“for a long time.”
“They’re so attuned to each other,” he replied honestly, the liquor helping to say what was on his mind. “The alpha isn’t pushy.” Frey shook his head in amazement. “Not even a little, and the omega is in… control.”
“He is.” Ziggy’s warm chuckle made Frey glance from the couple to Ziggy when he continued on. “It’s fun to have an alpha by the balls in such a way they will do anything you want.”
“Do you do that?”
The sexiness of his smile was an answer all in itself, but Frey waited for Ziggy to reply. “Yes. It takes a special alpha to relinquish control to an omega unless it’s in a kink situation and the omega is the Dom.”
“Huh?” Frey gave Ziggy a startled stare. “Are you a Dom? ”
Ziggy’s eyes glittered and Frey’s breath got caught in his chest. “Not in any traditional sense. But I like to be the one who takes charge during sex.”
“Wow.” Intrigued by the idea, Frey asked, “Is it easy to find alphas that like you to be that way?”
“I’ve not struggled, let’s put it that way.” His shrug was offhand.
“Have you got an alpha now?” Frey questioned, feeling he already knew the answer. There was a slight hesitation—or in his tipsy state, he thought there was, before he nodded. “Do you come to places like this with him?”
Ziggy burst out laughing, a joyous sound that brought the attention of the others. “Nope. Not his thing.”
In his inebriated state, it took Frey a few seconds for a thought to sink past the cocktails. “Won’t he be mad you’re doing… you know what with me?”
Ziggy’s laughter continued, though Frey thought it sounded off. “Not his business. He wants to keep things casual. He’s been very clear ‘bout not wanting anything long term.”
Frey was about to question how Ziggy felt about that, but Isley slipped an arm around his waist.
“What’s you two laughing 'bout?” The little sugar glider rested his head on Frey’s bicep, too small to reach his shoulder.
Frey didn’t point out he wasn’t laughing, instead he grinned at Isley. “Sex, of course.”
“I wish I was as bold as you, Frey,” said Isley, with a heavy sigh .
“Not everything is as you believe,” Frey murmured, his gaze wandering back to the couple he’d been watching. “But maybe one day I will be,” he said to himself.
Soon! It better be soon, his fox insisted grumpily, making Frey stifle a drunk giggle.
You’re so pushy.