Chapter 44
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
LEVI
Flynn stands in the hallway the next morning, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, hands clenched at his sides. I watch him, the way his throat moves when he swallows, the nervous energy humming off of him. Then, finally, he exhales and says, "Levi, would you be my first date?"
I blink, caught off guard. Of all the things I expected to come out of his mouth, that wasn’t one of them. But I recover fast, tilting my head as I study him. His face is set, but his scent betrays him—uncertainty, a touch of fear, but underneath it, something that makes my chest tighten. Hope.
"Tonight?" I ask, keeping my voice steady. I won’t let him see how much this moment shakes me.
He nods, his throat bobbing. "Yeah. If—if you want."
A slow smile tugs at my lips. "I’d love to."
His cheeks flush instantly, a deep, beautiful pink that he tries to shake off by clearing his throat. But he can’t clear the sweet wine spiking the air. "Okay. Tonight."
I let my gaze linger on him a little longer. "We’ll leave here at seven."
He barely nods before turning and heading upstairs. I watch him until he disappears.
The morning drags on, anticipation eating away at me. I keep myself busy, but my mind drifts back to tonight. To Flynn. To the weight of his words when he asked me to be his first date.
By late afternoon, I decide I need to get ready. Or at least, start preparing, so I don’t spiral into my own nerves. I head upstairs, finding Sasha sprawled across our bed, idly flipping through a book.
She looks up as I step in, eyes sharp. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I exhale, rubbing the back of my neck. “I have that date with Flynn tonight. I’m nervous”
Her lips twitch in amusement. “Why? You’re the lucky one he asked first.”
I nod, sinking onto the edge of the bed. “Yeah. But this… it’s important.”
Sasha closes the book and shifts closer, propping herself up on her elbows. “A date with your omega has you nervous, Alpha?”
I let out a dry laugh. “Terrified.”
She hums, thoughtful. “What’s the plan?”
I shrug. “Star gazing. A drive. Nothing too fancy. I just want it to be right.”
Her gaze softens. “It will be.”
I take a breath, trying to settle the anxious energy buzzing under my skin. “Help me get ready?”
Sasha’s smirk is knowing as she sits up fully, sliding a hand up my arm. “Of course. But maybe we should take the edge off first.”
I groan as she presses closer, her warmth anchoring me in a moment of primal need. “Yeah,” I murmur, capturing her lips with mine, letting myself sink into the familiar comfort of her touch. “I need that. Need to bleed some of this tension out.”
She pulls me down, her dress riding up as she shifts beneath me, the fabric pooling around her hips. Her lips tease against my jaw, soft and insistent, as I slide my hand up her thigh, fingers tracing the warm skin before slipping beneath the lace of her underwear. She shudders, parting her legs, a soft gasp escaping when I press my fingers against her, feeling the heat of her.
I stroke her slowly, teasing, reveling in the way her breath stutters, in the way her body reacts to me. Her fingers clutch at my arms as I press deeper, curling just right, dragging a broken moan from her lips. I work her open, every movement deliberate, pushing her higher with every careful stroke until she’s writhing beneath me, legs trembling. Her cries build and when she finally shatters, I swallow them, drinking in the way she falls apart in my hand.
But it’s not enough.
Withdrawing my fingers, I sit up, admiring the sight before me. Her chest heaves, her skin flushed, and her eyes clouded with lust. She’s a vision, a goddess beneath me, and I can’t resist any longer. I lean down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss as I reach for the button of my jeans. She whimpers into the kiss, her hands fumbling with my pants.
Pulling away, I practically growl with need as I unfasten my pants, freeing my throbbing cock. Fuck, I’ve never needed anything more than this, to claim her, to make her mine in the most primal way possible. I position myself at her entrance, and without warning, I push inside, burying myself to the hilt in one long thrust. Her body clenches around me, hot and wet and so damn tight it takes all my self-control not to lose myself right then and there.
Instead, I hold back, waiting for her to adjust before starting to move. Slowly at first, then faster, harder, until our bodies collide together in a primal rhythm that has us both gasping for air. Her nails rake down my back as she arches into every thrust, meeting me moan for moan as the world narrows down to just the two of us.
“Levi,” she pants out, her voice a desperate plea that spurs me on even more. “Harder.”
With a growl of approval, I oblige her demand, slamming into her with all my strength while my other hand finds its way back to her clit. Her walls squeeze around me even tighter as she comes apart again, her orgasm tearing through her body like lightning. It’s all the encouragement I need as I follow suit moments later, emptying myself deep inside of her with a roar that echoes through the room.
Sasha stretches with a satisfied sigh, pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. “Feel better?”
“Yeah,” I murmur, running a hand over my face. “Still nervous, though.”
She chuckles, nudging my side. “That’s how you know it matters. Now come on, let’s get you in the shower.”
I push myself off the bed, pulling her up with me. The warmth of her body lingers against mine as I scoop her up effortlessly, eliciting a laugh that dances through the air like music. Her arms wrap around my neck instinctively as I carry her toward the bathroom, the playful energy between us shifting into something softer and more intimate.
The shower is a sanctuary of steam and warm water cascading down over us as we step inside. I set her down gently, and the moment our feet touch the cool tile, we start washing each other. The scent of lavender soap fills the air, mingling with the warmth radiating from our bodies. I take my time, tracing gentle strokes along her shoulders as she giggles softly, splashing me playfully in return. It’s a dance of intimacy without any rush or expectations—just two souls finding comfort in one another.
As I wash her hair, fingers massaging her scalp with care, she leans back against me, sighing contentedly. “You should do this more often,” she murmurs, eyes closed in bliss. I chuckle softly at her relaxed state, enjoying how vulnerable she allows herself to be with me.
“Maybe I will,” I reply, rinsing out the suds and watching them swirl down the drain. We switch places then; she takes the soap and begins to wash my back, her touch light yet firm as she works through my long hair. There’s something soothing about this shared moment—a reprieve from everything outside these walls.
Once we're done rinsing off, we step out together into the cool air of the bathroom. Sasha grabs a dark green t-shirt from the pile of clothes on the counter along with a pair of dark wash jeans and my cut, handing them to me with a wink. “Here you go, all set for your date.”
I slip into the clothes while she wraps a towel around herself—her damp skin glistening under the soft light as she watches me with an approving smile. Settling onto a stool in front of the mirror, I catch my reflection: hair still damp, but my clothes are just right thanks to Sasha’s careful attention.
“Stay still,” she instructs playfully as she moves behind me to style my hair. Her fingers work deftly through my locks, teasing them into place while I can’t help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she looks, even in just a towel.
When she’s satisfied with her handiwork, I stand and reach for some cologne—just a couple spritzes to mask any lingering nerves—and turn to face her. A smile spreads across my lips as I lean down to capture her mouth in a soft kiss.
“You look good, Levi,” she says, stepping back and giving me an appraising look that makes me feel like a million bucks. “Now, go woo our omega.”
“What are you gonna do?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her teasing expression.
“I’m gonna put my jams on and get back to that biker MC book I was reading.” She grins mischievously. “She was about to get railed by three dudes.”
I roll my eyes at her bluntness but can’t help but laugh as I swat playfully at her backside. “When that omega of ours goes into heat—that’s gonna be you and him together.”
She smirks, tossing a towel at me. “Goals.”
I grab my keys and head downstairs to find Flynn.
As I reach the bottom step, I spot him sitting on the couch, his blond hair catching the soft light from a nearby lamp. He’s dressed simply yet elegantly—a fitted black shirt that clings to his form and jeans that highlight his slender frame. But it’s his scent that truly captivates me—soft, sweet, and laced with the unmistakable allure of an omega. It tugs at something primal in me, but I force myself to move slowly, to not overwhelm him.
“You ready?” I ask, keeping my tone light, even though a part of me is aware of how significant this moment is for both of us.
“Yeah,” he whispers back, the word barely escaping his lips but filled with sincerity.
I extend my hand toward him, watching as he hesitates for just a heartbeat before slipping his fingers into mine. The contact sends a jolt through me—not just desire, but connection. It feels right to hold him like this, to guide him gently into whatever awaits us outside these walls.
Leading him toward my cage—the Hummer, offering more security—I notice how he glances around, his omega instincts kicking in, assessing his surroundings. The night air wraps around us like an embrace, cool against our skin but alive with promise.
“Do you want to listen to music?” I ask once we’re inside and turn on the car.
He nods slowly, a small smile breaking through his earlier apprehension. “That sounds nice.”
We drive without talking for a while. I can't help but steal glances at him. His eyes are focused out the window, but I notice the subtle shift of his posture, the way his fingers twitch around the seatbelt as if wanting to do something with his hands but unsure.
I keep my hands on the wheel, but my own tension is coiled tight beneath my skin. There's a weight to this night, something that feels bigger than just a simple date, and I can feel it in every second that passes. I don't rush it, though. I can wait. I don't want to push him—Flynn’s been through enough, and this has to happen at his pace, not mine.
“Do you like the stars?” I finally ask, breaking the quiet. My voice feels a little rougher than I intend, but it’s the question that seems to hang between us, waiting for its moment.
Flynn turns his head toward me, his lips pulling into the smallest smile. "I do. Never really looked at them much, though. Life always kind of... got in the way."
I nod, knowing exactly what he means. "I get that. It’s easy to lose track of things when you’re just trying to keep going, keep surviving. But out here... they’re hard to ignore."
He doesn’t say anything for a while, but I can feel the shift in the air around us. Slowly, I pull onto a dirt road that leads toward a quiet stretch of field. The headlights cast long shadows as we drive, but then I kill the engine, letting the car coast to a stop. The silence feels different here—soft, peaceful.
I glance over at him, waiting for some sign, some indication of what he wants. I can see the tension in his jaw, the way he holds himself, but there’s a vulnerability in his eyes too, something raw and fragile. It pulls at me.
I undo my seatbelt, turning toward him, watching as his eyes flicker to mine before dropping back to his hands, his fingers flexing nervously.
"Flynn..." I begin, my voice low and steady. "You don’t have to rush, not if you’re not ready. You don’t have to push yourself for me, not ever."
His gaze snaps up to mine, a mixture of relief and something deeper crossing his face. He lets out a breath, exhaling the tension he’s been holding in. "I want to be... ready. I don’t want to keep running from this. From you. But I... I’m scared."
I reach out slowly, careful to keep my movements soft, my tone gentle. "You don’t have to be. There’s no timeline here, Flynn. We’ll go at whatever pace feels right for you."
He looks at me for a long moment, and I can see the wheels turning in his head, weighing my words. The wind picks up slightly, rustling through the grass outside, but we sit there in a quiet bubble, both of us feeling the weight of the moment.
Finally, he speaks again, voice tight but steady. "I’ve never been good at... letting go. I don’t know how to be with someone like this—someone who wants me, who wants all of me. I always had to be on my toes with everything."
I nod, letting his words sink in, feeling the weight of his fears. I understand them more than he probably knows. "I get it. You don’t have to worry about anything with me, Flynn. I don’t need perfection. I just need you to be you. And if you need space, or time, I’m not going anywhere. You’ll never have to do this alone."
He looks at me then, his gaze searching, and I see a flicker of something like hope in his eyes. "You mean that?"
"Yeah," I say, my voice soft but firm. "I do."
The silence stretches between us again, but it’s not uncomfortable this time. It's different—intimate in a way I can't quite explain. And then, without thinking, I reach for his hand, threading my fingers through his. I don’t push him to look at me, but I do squeeze his hand gently, a small but meaningful connection between us.
He hesitates, then squeezes back, his fingers trembling slightly, but it’s there. The acceptance. The trust.
“I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I... I think I want to be."
"Then that’s enough," I say. "You don’t need to have it all figured out, Flynn. We’re just starting. That’s enough for now. Just trust your instincts."
We sit there for a long moment, hands still entwined, the cool air brushing over us. The stars above shine down on us, timeless and unchanging, and for a while, I can’t think of anything but the warmth of Flynn’s hand in mine, the unspoken bond between us.
Finally, he turns to face me, his eyes soft in the dim moonlight. "Levi, I..." He falters, and I can see the weight of everything he’s holding inside.
I move closer, my hand still on his, and I lean in just a little, close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath on his skin. “You don’t have to say anything yet. Not unless you want to."
His lips tremble as he nods, and I see the glint of something vulnerable in his eyes, something he’s been holding back. It’s a look I’ve never seen before, not from him.
"Maybe," he says softly, "maybe this is just what I needed. To take it slow. To not feel like I’m supposed to be anyone else."
"Exactly," I murmur, brushing my thumb gently over his knuckles. "You’re perfect just as you are."
For a long while, we just sit there, hands still together, the quiet night surrounding us. It’s a simple moment—a quiet, grounding piece of time. But in it, I feel the beginning of something real, something steady.
Flynn doesn’t pull away. And I don’t push him. We just... are. Together.
He leans forward, eyes intent on mine. “So tell me, how did you meet Sasha?”
I exhale, running a hand through my hair. “Met her at a bar. We were friends with benefits—oral benefits only.” A wry smile tugs at my lips before fading. “I was obsessed with her. Wanted her. Loved her from the moment I saw her. But she was always hesitant… because I’m an alpha and she’s a beta. She was scared that if an omega came around, I’d forget about her—like she wouldn’t be enough.”
I pause, my chest tightening at the memory. “Then her best friend got taken, and—small world—turns out her BFF is Kismet with my brother’s pack. So things just... happened. I actually marked Sasha not long before we found out about you.”
His brow furrows. “You did?”
I nod. “We had sex for the first time, and I marked her. Knotted her—by accident.” I shake my head, guilt flickering in my gut even now. “I felt like shit after. Got caught up in the moment, in her finally giving me a chance, finally letting me claim her. I know I hurt her since beta’s aren’t made to take knots, but I swear she is made for me. She took it so well. ”
I glance away for a second before meeting his gaze again. “It’s why I’m so damn happy she’s here with us. For you. I won’t risk something like that happening again.” A smirk tugs at my lips this time. “Luckily, Sasha’s a force to be reckoned with. And, well... she was into it.”
Flynn laughs, shaking his head. “I could see that. So where did Stone come into play?”
I shake my head. “That’s a story for Sasha to tell you. It involves her stabby tendencies.”
We stay like that, just watching the stars while listening to music, holding hands until it’s way too late. Eventually, I drive us home. When we get back, I escort him inside, leading him to his room.
At the doorway, I take a chance. Leaning in, I press a gentle kiss to his lips. He hums softly as our mouths meet, and I can’t help the purr that rumbles in my chest.
I pull back, smirking. “Good night, Flynn.”
He brings a finger to his lips, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Night, Levi.”