Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
Playing: “Look After You” by The Fray
Over a year ago, I couldn’t even get a guy to have a picnic with me. Now, as I sit with my scent match over a candlelight dinner at this luxury resort, I’m thinking about how silly it was to feel so much despair when it came to my relationships.
Now, my love life is soaring, and I have the best partner in the world.
The entire day has been one big surprise after another.
When he swept me off my feet this morning and announced we were leaving, I had no idea this is where we would end up.
The ski resort is lush in the best possible way.
Every detail looks expensive but also cozy as it mimics somewhere a family would enjoy their holiday.
There’s been hot chocolate, basic training since I’ve never been skiing before, and a cute snowy lunch after we took a break from the slopes.
We even had time for a quickie in the sauna before anyone could bust us in an unseemly position.
I take another bite of my steak, and the waiter stops by and asks me if I’d like more wine.
“No, thank you,” I reply, and he quickly moves on.
We only have tonight in the suite that Sam got for us, and I don’t feel like wasting it by drinking and passing out.
But even though our dinner is delicious and we’re in the most romantic place possible, I can’t help feeling like my alpha has something on his mind.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him.
When he sees my watchful glance, his face pinches with stress. “I have something to tell you.”
“Oh, okay. What’s up?”
“I had a moment of attraction. To someone else.”
I blink at him. “What?”
“The other day, my alpha reacted to someone else. I’m so sorry.”
His words evoke some strong anxiety in me.
I didn’t expect to hear this from him, not after the day we just had together, and I suddenly fear the worst. My mind replays all the bad situationships I had in the past, how I was always dropped for someone better.
I’ve never felt this heart-ripping pain with my scent match, and a part of me still doesn’t understand his words because they don’t feel real to me.
I take a deep breath and realize that my omega is calm in my chest. I’m the only one freaking out, connecting memories to this confession like they’re in the same ballpark. This is my person, my partner. So I put my silverware down and give him my full attention.
“What happened?”
He bites the inside of his cheek, shame written all over his face. “It was towards Opal.”
Relief soars through me. I think back to our date, our almost-kiss, and the puzzle starts to assemble right before my eyes. There’s not a single ounce of uneasiness still lingering as I hear our roommate’s name in his mouth, but before I can tell him how I feel, my alpha flusters into a spiral.
“She made me breakfast and she was reading a textbook and I don’t know what happened but my alpha suddenly stirred and I couldn’t stop staring and I’m so sorry.
” He threads his fingers through his blond locks and adjusts them in a nervous tic.
“If you want me to find her somewhere else to live, then we can do that. I’m so sorry this happened. I don’t have any excuses.”
I snort at the fact that he was aroused by her studying, like the studious Virgo he is. When he sees the amusement on my face, he pauses.
“You’re… not upset?” he asks, his face scrunching in confusion.
I shake my head as another chuckle falls out. “No, I’m not.”
My jealousy was about to rear an ugly head, because I was imagining faceless dudes seducing my alpha away from me.
Dudes much more manly and smarter than me, but the minute he said Opal, all of that fell away.
This actually makes my omega feel happy, which is bizarre, but I’ve already accepted that the redheaded omega has stirred something in me that I can’t explain.
Knowing that my alpha feels the same way causes something to nudge up against my instincts.
“I like Opal,” I admit. “I like having her around. There’s something about her. She doesn’t bring out the possessive side of me, and she makes me feel very secure.”
Sam takes my hand across the table, and his skin grazing mine makes me suck in a breath.
I don’t think he fully understands what I’m getting at.
Omegas are notoriously territorial, but Opal is different.
She has been since the first time we locked eyes and she stumbled through our introduction.
When I saw her watermelon water bottle, it satiated something inside of me that I still don’t have the words for.
She brings out instincts in me that shouldn’t be possible, but I don’t have any reason to fight it. In fact, I don’t want to. The only thing I want to fight for is her.
Two omegas in one pack is normally seen as weird, but I don’t see any issue with it. If I were to ask any omega to join our pack, it would be her. The image of it feels as natural as if we’d met another alpha meant for our pack. I just have to be honest about what I want.
“I don’t want her to leave,” I tell him firmly.
He nods and looks at me with the utmost respect in his eyes. “I’m surprised by how cool you’re being about this.”
“Trust me, I was about to freak out. But it’s Opal…
” I shrug, trying to insinuate the reason why, but he doesn’t blink an eye.
He is my sweet, smart alpha, but reading between the lines has never been his strong suit.
It’s why he’s run into social trouble before, seeming very monotone and straight-laced when he really doesn’t understand cues or bullshit that much.
It’s one of the things I love most about him.
“Now, let’s finish our meal, because I’d like to take advantage of every second of alone time we can get.”
There’s champagne waiting for us, a warm fireplace, and black rose petals spread across the room. It’s beautiful, but I don’t want to play around with niceties. I only want to do one thing, and that’s to please my alpha.
He tries to walk toward the tub of ice to pick up a bottle, but I stop him with a hand around his tie. “I have plans for you, Alpha. The toast can come later.”
He smiles almost drunkenly, his full stress-free self becoming unhinged by my determination. “Oh? If you insist, Stardust.”
I nearly moan, his nickname for me reminiscent of the first time we met on that quad.
His insistent use of it continuously reminds me of how beautiful that day was, how enthralled we were with each other from the very first inhale of each other’s scents.
And now, his is blooming so erotically that I want to breathe in every last remnant of it.
He undresses me slowly, taking in every inch of skin as it comes into contact with the warm air.
My body is illuminated by the fire, the light making the ambiance of this room even more erogenous.
Paired with the slight snowfall right off the balcony, the juxtaposition of the two elements makes everything cozy and soft.
I feel powerful as he leaves me bare, ravishing under the orange glow.
Every part of this moment feels so perfect, making my heart beat wildly in my chest.
“I’ve been thinking,” I say as I get on my knees, his glorious body standing proud in front of me.
My hands slide up his thighs, moving slowly as my fingers work on his zipper to pull him out.
When I do, he is long and hard and everything I’ve dreamed of.
Physically, mentally, emotionally. I couldn’t ask for a better mate.
“What have you been thinking, Omega?” he asks, almost on autopilot as half-lidded eyes trail over me.
“My heat,” I trail off, letting my breath fall upon his sensitive skin.
His legs tense under my palms, so I dig my fingernails in slightly just before I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock.
He refrains from moving, waiting. I take him inside my mouth, sucking around the head before sliding him back out.
“Do you think she would like to join us? I think she could help you take care of me. I bet she’d be so attentive, would listen to your every instruction on how best to take care of your omega. ”
“Who?” he asks, distracted as I lick the pre-cum off him.
“Opal.”
He inhales sharply, thrusting himself further into my mouth. The reaction makes me smile around him, ecstatic that my plan is working.
I pull back again, showing my blatant smirk and watching him with knowing eyes. “Would you like that, Alpha? Would you like having two omegas to boss around, two omegas to help wring every bit of pleasure out of you… and out of each other?”
The slight bite of humiliation does things to my alpha. He knows it should be wrong, but the image solidifies as I paint the picture clearly, affecting me just as much as it’s affecting him. He slides back into my mouth, and this time, I let him take over.
His fingers tug on my curls in a painful twist, the pleasure of it dipping into my stomach with a sharp flip.
The cool slide of his cock against my throat becomes heightened as he maneuvers me for his own gratification.
His hips piston in a slow, controlled motion as he looks down at me with smoldering eyes.
The eye contact alone has me whimpering around him, my fingers twitching at my sides as he continues to use my mouth in any way he sees fit.
God, I really fucking love this alpha.