8. Sarah
What is it about this big beta that makes me want to just roll around all over him?
Maybe Teddy’s right and I actually did get two scent matches.
I feel better when I’m with him. Well, ok, super horny now, but not sick like I was when I woke up.
And unlike the alpha from the mixer, he actually wants to have a conversation, not just talk about himself.
Even if I couldn’t care last night, it sucks ass in the light of day.
Who the hell wants to be in that kind of one-sided relationship? He just smelled so damn good.
Fuck being an omega, with the stupid scent match bullshit.
Nope.
My arms tighten, pulling against his neck, holding him closer as I try to kiss him again, but his whole body stiffens and pulls away from my hold. It feels like my chest is cracking open. Doesn’t he want me?
Goddamned fucking omega bullshit.
I don’t get upset over guys.
What the actual fuck, brain?
I stare hard into his eyes, but he just looks sad now. Clearly, I missed…something.
“I’m not against a hookup, Sarah. Truly.
I mean, sometimes you just need that release.
But that’s not you. I want to...I do…Fuck, I want you so fucking much.
Something about you just…I don’t know. But I’m not an alpha.
I’m not whoever you scent matched with last night.
I don’t—” Greg unwinds his arms from me and I’m suddenly too cold; my whole body starts shivering from the loss of his heat.
He runs his hands over his hair, pushing the dark brown bangs backward and grabbing the base of his ponytail when he reaches it.
“Ok…shit, I don’t want to be a substitute.
Ok? I want more, and I might lose my job for it, but I can’t just be a random hookup for you.
I don’t know what this is. There’s something about you that I need.
Your scent makes me feel like home, and I don’t even know what the fuck that’s supposed to be.
But I don’t want to be a stand-in for somebody else.
Not with you. Not…Oh, just fuck my life!
I can’t even fucking talk right now. Shit!
All I’ve wanted to do since I found you curled up in bed this morning is hold on to you and cuddle you, and take care of you… and I don’t do that!”
His voice is getting louder the longer he talks, his hands jerking around as he tries to explain.
“I mean, I…Gah! Why is this so fucking hard! Shit! Ok, I talk to people, I make friends with people…but not real friends, not…I have acquaintances? Is that the right word? People I like well enough but don’t talk to except in passing, moments of mutual convenience…
yes? I’ve always been like that; it’s just easier.
But I don’t want that with you. I want more than that.
And the idea that you don’t want me, or you just want me until an alpha is here…
I can’t do that. I can’t…I’ll be whatever you want me to be, but I can’t touch you now and then let go.
So if all you want is a warm body, I need to take a step back, because I can’t be that with you. ”
Greg’s voice is almost pleading with me, and while it hurts that he thinks that this might just be a random hookup, I can understand where he’s coming from.
Hell, I met him less than twelve hours ago and I was pining for someone else.
Part of me wants to be mad at the implied accusation that I might use him, but that’s not what this is.
We just need to be straightforward. Luckily, subtlety and I have never been on good terms.
He seems to be shutting down even as I try to think, his body language closing in, shoulders hunched and staring at the floor.
Cards on the table time, I guess. I square up my shoulders, grabbing his chin and dragging his face down to look at me.
“Nope, nada, you don’t get to check out.
I get it. Today was nuts. And while I’m still processing what Doctor Terra said this morning, and how it relates to the alpha or alphas I met last night, I can say with almost certainty that you are mine…
if you want to be. Fuck knows I can’t make you accept my freaky little omega obsession, but—”
My words are cut off as his arms wrap around my back and lift.
His head coming down and our mouths fusing.
But he doesn’t get to stop this, so I pull back.
“No! Fuck! If we’re doing this, then that’s it.
No more of those random hookups you mentioned before, Pretty Boy.
Nobody else…you’re mine! Anybody else who wants me can get in fucking line behind you.
If you keep kissing me, you’re stuck with me.
I can bond you now if you don’t believe me. But—”
Greg cuts me off with another hard kiss. All my thoughts disappear at his muffled groan. Then there’s only feeling—his hands slide up, grabbing onto the short strands of my hair and tilting my head to get a deeper angle as he plunders my mouth.
He pulls away suddenly, leaving me gasping for air. “So, you think I’m pretty?” He waggles his eyebrows and I want to wipe the adorable smirk off his face because he stopped kissing me.
“Of course. You’re very pretty. Now shut the fuck up and kiss me before I get all whiny and needy and have to kick your ass.” My voice is nothing more than a plaintive growl.
There’s a mumbled, “Yes, ma’am,” against my lips.
Then Greg tips forward, pinning me to the ground.
I vaguely register Shaggbutt’s thumps behind me, annoyed at us for disturbing his peace, but I’m having a bit of trouble processing as Greg moans and rocks against me.
Of course he’s so tall—I refuse to admit being too short—that it’s his stomach that grinds against my core.
I can’t imagine he’s getting any good friction for himself in this position, but that hasn’t dissuaded him from humping the rug.
Greg nips my bottom lip and I pull away with a gasp, allowing him the freedom to move down.
His teeth scrape over my neck and there’s no stopping the needy whimper that slips free when his hot breath puffs over my damp skin.
My body craves his mark, even though betas don’t normally bond that way.
But they can…I know they can, and I need it.
His hands slide up under my shirt, and I have a moment of frustration that I wasted time getting dressed earlier when this would have been so much quicker if I was still wrapped in my stupid sheet.
Well, hindsight is 20/20, and I hadn’t planned on bouncing on a beta when I got clothes on.
I thought he would be leaving afterwards, but here he is, sliding my sweats down my thighs and kissing my stomach.
Ah…shit…ticklish!
His lips are soft against my skin, but it’s hard not to kick out when I’m getting tickled.
Then his teeth nip against my hip, and my stifled laughter startles out of me as a needy moan.
This isn’t fucking fair. It’s not like I’m a blushing virgin or anything.
Pretty sure most omegas aren’t technically virgins after their first heat.
Sure, I enjoy an orgasm as much as the next girl, but I’ve only ever given them to myself, so this feels a bit awkward.
Like, really good, but also embarrassing.
His hands slide up the inside of my thighs and gently push them apart as he watches my face, finally resting his chin against my stomach.
“Am I boring you, Sarah? You seem a bit distracted.” Despite his joking tone, he looks concerned, and I bite my lower lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of the situation—all my nether-bits on full display and him just chilling, staring at me.
I wonder if he can see up my nose from down there.
“No. No, it feels good. It’s just…How can I say this?
Um…I’ve never had anybody but myself and a few trusty silicone friends around my undercarriage area.
It’s a bit unnerving, and I’m worried about how I might look or…
you know, generally compare to other people.
You already said you’ve had hookups. I don’t want to disappoint you.
This is also moving super fast—which is totally fine, really.
I want you, but nerves…” My voice trails off into a nervous chuckle as he continues to stare at me, realization finally crossing his features.
“Shit. Sorry. It never crossed my mind about you being a…I mean…You’re a few years older than me, right?
I didn’t think…Clearly, I didn’t think. Dumbass.
” This last word is mumbled more to himself than directed at me.
Since I’d have to kick him for that. “I didn’t mean to push you.
I’m sorry that things were moving too fast.” He pulls back, his body rolling up in a sensuous movement to kneel in front of me.
I feel even more exposed as he looks down at my naked lower half, his stifled groan barely audible.
“Gotta tell you though, from what I saw, you don’t have anything to worry about.
You smell like fucking strawberry shortcake, and I was hoping for a taste.
” Greg reaches down, adjusting the hard length straining against his zipper, and a needy little whine slips, unbidden, from my throat.
Clearly, scent matching is real, and I am so totally screwed if I want to keep my distance.
Of course, I don’t want to keep my distance.
I want to ride this man like a horse. Not that I’ve ever ridden a horse, but I’ve never ridden a guy before either, so it’ll be a learning experience all around.
Unfortunately, he’s overdressed for that, and I glare at his pants in irritation.
Why is he still wearing pants? If I am pants-less, he should be too.
My voice is an irritated huff as I sit up, closing my thighs and drawing my knees up.
“Ok, point of order, but you are wearing way too many clothes.” A smirk forms on his pretty lips at my words.
“Also, we can’t do this here. In front of Shaggy.
I don’t want to scar him for life, and…well, it would freak me out. So—”
Before I can finish what I’m saying, he’s scooping me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. His hands are cool against my heated skin, and my voice is little more than a rasp.
“Shaggy’s in his pen, yeah? Latch the gate.
” Greg bends us over to lock Shaggbutt in for safety, and I feel gravity take effect, making me cling tighter to his neck.
His quiet laugh turns into a moan as I rub against him.
His hand comes back, palming my ass and lowering me down to grind against his erection.
The denim of his jeans makes me squirm against the rough material as his hips roll with each step towards my nest. I’m probably making a mess on his pants right now, but it’s his own fault for still being in them.
He stops kissing me long enough to lightly push the door closed with his foot, then bends to lay me across the mattress.
I want to cling to him like a fucking tree frog to try to keep the friction going, but he just chuckles.
“I can’t take off my clothes with you attached, Sarah.
Well, I might be able to, but it’ll be faster if you let go for a second. ”
That adorably frustrating smirk is back on his pretty lips, and I want to nibble and suck on them until they’re swollen and he’s just as needy as me. How dare he look so relaxed when I feel like I’m about to combust? It’s so not fucking fair.