53. Cyrus
Chapter fifty-three
This is not how I want to spend my Saturday night.
The Omega across from me beams widely, her straight white teeth flashing in the restaurant's candlelight. My plate sits barely touched in front of me, the perfectly cooked filet wasted on me because it tastes like chalk.
"Can I get you two anything else?" the waiter asks, filling up our waters.
Before I can dismiss him, the Omega—I should probably remember her name—jumps up, saying, "Could you take a photo for us, please?" as she shoves her phone in his hand.
I try to stifle my groan, but I don't think I do a good job because the waiter chuckles when she's looking away from him. She moves behind me, throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her cheek against mine. "Oh, my followers are going to love this!" she coos as he takes several photos.
Gently, I peel her arms off my neck, hating the bitter scent wafting off of her. "Great, glad to hear it," I mutter.
"I just can't believe I won the contest! It couldn't have come at a better time. My social media following has spiked recently, and since most of my content is about hockey romance books, being able to share photos of you will seriously boost my engagement!"
I tried to refuse when Ronda and Jordan informed me that the winner had been selected and I had to do my prize date from the Alphamatic campaign. Being on a romantic dinner with this random Omega when I haven't even had the chance to do this with mine feels like a betrayal.
I'm sure I am not very good company, answering her questions in one-word grunts. I don't think she cares much. I have heard about her follower count, how much she loves hockey players because of our stretches on the ice, and how she thinks this dinner will catapult her credibility in the hockey universe.
Too bad I can't just blow her off. That wouldn't be good press for me or Alphamatic, and Ronda would have my fucking tongue if I were rude to this woman.
"You seem distracted," she says around a bite of the most pathetic salad I've ever seen.
"This is just how I am," I say, finally giving up all pretenses of trying to eat my dinner. "I don't socialize much."
"That's surprising. You seem so personable on air. And that speech you gave your Omega…" She swoons, holding a hand to her chest. "I'm not the only one who wished you were talking about me. How come there hasn't been an update about you and her?"
Don't say her name. Don't say her name.
"That Jordan should thank her lucky stars that she has an Alpha like you."
She said her name.
For some reason, hearing this unappealing, obnoxious Omega talking about mine makes me feel nearly feral. Even though there was nothing rude about the words, she still shouldn't be thinking about my Omega at all.
"Well, this has been a lovely evening," I pivot, standing up. "But something has come up, and I need to run."
"What do you mean something came up? You didn't even check your phone!" Her outraged screech draws our waiter's attention, who rushes to my side.
"Mr. Stargazer?" he says quietly. "Are you ready to leave?"
I shove a handful of bills that more than cover the tab in his hands. "Yes, I am. Please make sure my… acquaintance gets a ride home. The rest is yours."
"I won a date!" she tries, standing up. "This wasn't a full date!"
"What a date is is subjective. But I need to leave."
My skin itches as I climb into my sports car. I am on edge in a way I haven't felt before. Why did I think this was a good idea? Everything about that dinner felt so wrong. I should have taken Jordan on a date first.
Instead, I treated a woman I didn't know and couldn't stand a night out that I hadn't even given my Omega.
It's no wonder Jordan hasn't forgiven me and welcomed me into her pack like she has Simon and Rafe. I'm thoughtless. I can't seem to get the hang of this. All I want is to be her Alpha, but I keep failing at every corner.
My hands shake as I unlock the front door, slinking in in my own fucked up version of the walk of shame.
As I turn the corner into the main living area, a red blur is all I see before a weight latches itself onto my upper body, slamming me into the wall.
"No! Wrong, wrong, all wrong," Jordan chants, rubbing her face in the crook of my neck. "Mine. Only mine," she growls.
A blinding pain in my throat overtakes me that quickly fades to a burning pleasure that stiffens my cock and has me groaning, barely able to support the two of us as my knees waver.
"Jordan!" Icarus snarls, grabbing her by the hair and wrenching her off me. She growls at him as he bands an arm around her waist, her legs kicking.
Her lips are shiny and red with my blood.
My hand ghosts over my neck, and I find a bite mark at the very top of my throat, in a place where no shirt collar will ever cover it.
She marked me.
My Omega bit me.
Tears spring to my eyes as I watch Icarus restrain a spitting mad Jordan.
"Jordan," he barks, "quit being a brat and calm down."
"He smells like her ," she growls, her pale green eyes locked on mine. "Supposed to smell like me."
Simon chuckles, and I look up to find him sitting on the arm of the couch, leaning slightly into Rafe's body. The taller Alpha has his arms crossed over his chest as he watches with amusement.
"We believe Jordan may be going into heat," Rafe says, stating the obvious. "And it appears she was not as okay with you taking another Omega out as she said she was."
Jordan lets out the cutest little Omega growl, fighting against Icarus's restraint. "Give her here," I say calmly, reaching toward the other Alpha.
He takes a step back. "She's in a haze right now, Cyrus. I know you didn't consent to being bit. I should have expected this."
Something lights up in the back of my brain, all the hair on my body standing on end. "Give her to me, Icarus."
"We should wait until she's a bit more lucid."
"Icarus, I swear to fucking God, if you do not give me my Omega, I will end you." The words are quiet, but the impact is immediate. He releases his hold on Jordan, and she leaps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and licking the bite on my throat.
"Alpha," she whines softly between licks. "Rut. Knot. Bite."
"Are you sure, Jay?" I whisper. "It's okay if you want me to wait to claim you."
Her whine nearly takes me to my knees. "You don't want me?"
I stomp past my packmates, hauling ass to the nest to prove to my girl just how much I want her. "I don't want you ever to think that again, sweet thing. I will always want you."
She bounces when I toss her into the nest, the pretty linens we picked out together begging to be ruined. All she wears is a flimsy little short set, her nipples poking through the satin top obscenely.
"Alpha," she whines again. "Please. Hurts." Her pheromones swim in the air around me, the floral notes sharpening with desire. My fingers fumble over the buttons on my shirt, and when I remove it, she reaches her hands towards me. "Mine."
Chuckling, I toss the garment to her, and she pulls it to her face, inhaling deeply, before stuffing it into the corner of her nest. I strip to my boxers before crawling to her and wrapping my arms around her waist.
Jordan feels so tiny in my arms as I gather her into my lap. I press a soft kiss on her lips, and it's like coming home. She sighs against my mouth, and I stroke my tongue across hers, tasting her for the first time. I adjust her to straddle me, her core hot and wet through the shorts as she rests it on my painfully hard cock.
A pained groan escapes her mouth as she doubles over, and I suddenly feel like the world's worst Alpha. I'm over here luxuriating in soft, easy kisses when she's aching for me.
I pull her little shorts to the side to find her bare underneath and lightly stroke up her slit.
"Oh, fuck," she hisses at the contact. I drag my finger down, collecting slick from her entrance before circling her clit. The tension leaves her body as she falls into my touch, her head sagging against my shoulder.
"I got ya, baby," I coo in her ear as I increase the speed of my fingers. "You need this, don't you, Jay?"
"Hurts," she moans. "Knot."
"I know, but I have to prepare you for me, okay? Do you think you can be a good girl and get ready for me?"
She nods, and sweet, soft sounds leave her mouth as I push two fingers inside her. Her hot core is drenched, slick dripping into my palm, and the slide in and out of her is easy.
My thumb resumes strokes on her clit as I add another finger, stretching the limits of her cunt as she thrashes on top of me. I band my other arm around her waist and press my lips against her ear. "It's okay, baby. I'm going to take care of you. Does this feel good?"
"Yessss," she hisses.
"I'm so glad. You're doing so well. Your sweet little pussy is choking my fingers. But you'll be a really good girl for me and take a little more so you can get my knot, aren't you?"
"Please, Alpha. Rut. Knot. Bite." She kisses up the curve of my neck before moving back to lick her claim on me. My cock feels like it's going to fucking explode, but I can't bury myself in her yet.
I apply more pressure to her clit as I slide a third finger inside her and curl them, keeping a steady pace and pattern until I feel her body tense and hear her breathing pick up.
"There we go," I whisper against her ear. "There's my good girl. You're going to come for Daddy, aren't you?"
Her eyes widen, and the haze of heat momentarily clears as her mouth opens in shock. I take that moment to pinch her clit and watch as her eyes roll in the back of her head and her knees shake. I coax her through her orgasm before slowing and eventually extracting my fingers.
Unable to help myself, I drag my fingers across my tongue and nearly lose myself in a rut as her flavor overwhelms my senses.
My fingers tangle in the hem of her shirt as I haul it over her head before laying her down on the nest and pulling her shorts off.
Jordan Cross, laying bare before me, is every dream I refused to acknowledge. Her skin is flushed with heat, slick shining on her inner thighs, chest heaving from her release.
I fist my cock, squeezing to keep myself under control because I feel the cracks forming and my grip on lucidity fading. I don't want to be in a rut when I mark her.
I want to remember what it feels like to achieve a dream you gave up on.
But our bodies have other plans because Jordan rolls over and crawls to me, ripping my boxers off and diving onto my cock like an Omega starved. Instinctively, my hands go to her hair, and I have to fight my instincts not to slam her nose into my pelvis.
Her arms wrap around my hips as she licks and sucks at my length, looking up at me with those big doe eyes. She pops off me with a smirk. "Rut."
"Oh, you naughty thing. You're trying to force a rut?" I chuckle, tightening my hands in her hair. "You keep asking, and I may have to indulge you."
With one motion, I pull her back to my cock, giving short, gentle thrusts into her mouth. She moans around my length as a hand drifts between her thighs. It doesn't take long for me to feel that tingle at the base of my spine that tells me this has to stop, or I will be knotting her mouth instead of her cunt.
"That's enough, baby." I pull her from me and stroke her cheek. "You did great. Are you ready for my knot?"
"Rut. Bite. Knot." Heat Jordan is of few words, but she's made it clear what she wants. My instincts are chafing at me, and I think it's time I stop holding back.
Who am I to deny my Omega?
Jordan lays stretched before me, looking like sin incarnate, and I grab her chin, forcing her hazy eyes on mine.
"Mine."
Her pupils are completely blown, and her mouth hangs open slightly. I lean forward and lick across her bottom lip before fusing mine with hers and pushing her onto her back.
Wedged between her thighs, she struggles to push her legs far enough apart to accommodate me. My sweet Omega needs some assistance, and I am happy to provide it by pushing her knees to the nest's floor, her core exposed and dripping for me.
"Fuck," I whisper, drinking in every inch of flesh. "I am going to take such good care of you, Omega."
With one hard thrust, I fully sheath myself in her, relishing the squeals and screams that tumble from her pouty lips.
"Alpha," she whines. Her eyes dart over my lips, eyes, and chest like she's unsure where to focus.
"Omega," I respond, dragging my cock out of her excruciatingly slowly before slamming back in. "You're mine, aren't you, Jordan?"
"Yours," she pants, her hips thrusting to meet mine. "Bite."
That one word, combined with the ache of her bite on the top of my throat, has my mouth watering with the need to sink my teeth into her flesh. I roll my hips once more before sliding out and sitting back on my heels.
"Present for me, baby."
I don't need to bark to have her listening, her body moving without thought as she presses her face against the floor of the nest. In one fluid motion, she spreads her knees and arches her back, showing me her slick-soaked cunt.
How many times have I imagined this view? I run my hands up the back of her thighs, tickling my fingers through her lips. Jordan, in heat, is wanton and shameless, beautifully demanding her pleasure.
A pang of doubt creeps in. What if this is just her heat? What if she didn't mean to bite me? Will she be upset when she emerges from the haze and finds I claimed her?
"Alpha!" she cries out. "Rut. Knot. Bite."
My last shred of control snaps, and I push into her, my hands on her lower back, forcing an exaggerated arch as I claim her from behind. She thrashes beneath me, meeting me thrust for thrust as she chases her release.
She moves so much, so wildly, that I nearly slip out of her dripping cunt. "Be still," I snarl as I lean over her back and nip the side of her ear, and yet she still bucks beneath me like a bronco.
On instinct, I bite the back of her neck, not breaking the skin, to keep her in place. Her body goes immediately slack, the dominant, primal hold overriding her desire to thrash around.
Her scent grows richer and headier as I reach around her hips and rub her clit, determined to give her just one more orgasm before I let myself go.
I struggle for a moment but manage to lift one leg to push my hips and change the angle as I rut her, and when I feel the head of my cock brush over the firm spot of flesh made for my knot, she convulses, the fabric of the nest barely muffling the sounds of her release.
It's impossible to hold on through the fluttering and pulsing of her hot cunt, and I spill inside of her, my knot swelling to an almost painful size inside her.
Flexing my jaw, I finally break through the skin at the back of her neck.
I stumble backward, nearly wrenching my knot out of her as the bond snaps into place, and I feel everything.
"Jordan," I gasp. Hot tears drip down my cheeks as I plaster myself to her back, pulling her close to me as I lay us on our sides. "Jordan, I can feel you. I can…" It's hard to articulate what it feels like to have the woman you love taking up residence in your chest. I cannot breathe around the emotions that have welled up inside me. I burrow my face into her hair, desperate for more connection, more of her sweet floral scent. "You're there. You're happy. You're actually happy. I didn't… I thought you'd hate me still. I thought you were pretending. I thought you didn't really want me."
My heart aches as her love, acceptance, and joy swirls through my chest, sending fire down my veins.
Her hands scramble to find mine, entwining our fingers as she sighs and sinks into me. "Of course, I want you, Cyrus. I have loved you since I was eight years old. I never once stopped. And I never will."