Prologue #3
“Oh Goddess, that’s my ex.” She ducks between us and I don’t miss the way Hunter subtly shifts to hide her from view, although now it does look like it’s just the two of us dancing together. “Over there, by the bar.”
Trying to look over discreetly, I ignored Hunter's snort and muttered ‘Captain Obvious’ jibe. A huge alpha with tattoos and a scar cutting into his eyebrow is leaning against the bar, glaring down at the phone in his hand. He seems older, in his thirties maybe with inky black hair and a streak of grey at the front. I’m praying that it's just his leather jacket making him look so broad and solid.
“Shit, is there going to be a problem?” I ask. Between us, I feel a vibration in the pocket of Shelby’s jeans.
I mean, I was a football star, but that guy was a beast. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t come out of a scrap with him unscathed. I wonder what he benched? That was more than just a morning protein shake.
Hooking her fingers under my belt and using her other hand to grab the loop of Hunter's trousers, she offers us a wicked smile. “Not if the two of you get me out of here right now.”
I grin.
This girl was trouble. Trouble that smelled like cotton candy and had her tits pressed up against my chest.
“What do you say, Evan Evans?” Hunter’s eyes lock with mine, a mischievous glint in them that I know I’ll end up paying for later.
“Not my name dickhead,” I reply, rolling my eyes.
He leans in, mouth almost on my skin. “You, her and me. Could be fun…”
Shelby rakes her nails over my nipple as she licks up the column of my neck on the other side. “Don’t you want to see where this goes?”
“Don’t overthink it, bro.” Hunter taunts, words still hot against me as he slips his hand inside Shelby’s top and pinches her nipple.
“Fine! I’m in.” Fucking freaky artist.
“Not yet, but you will be.” Shelby moans, obviously loving Hunter’s hand on her. He simply laughs with his hyena howl again.
“Shit, we need to leave now before he sees us!” Grabbing us both, her hand fisted in my shirt as she pulls us outside the bar and down a narrow backstreet. It’s still busy out, since Crest Haven is a city that never sleeps. Weaving through the people still chasing their highs.
“Where are we going?” I ask as she tugs us along another side street. At this rate I was going to have mapped out the entirety of Crest Haven and all its back alleys before we went back to Oakley.
Oh well, just another Evans adventure.
“I have a room at the motel just down here.” She laughs as she dances ahead of us.
Hunter catches my expression and wags his eyebrows. A motel?
I don’t think I’d ever stayed in a motel. Why would I when I had a permanent suite in a five star hotel across town.
“We’re having fun, Evans.” Hunter elbows my ribs. “Go with the flow!”
“Every time you say that we end up in trouble.” I shove him away, ignoring the subtle scent of him that seems to cling to me. “And I get the blame!”
“But you always have fun. So isn’t it worth it?” He winks, claps my shoulder, laughing as he jogs to catch up with Shelby, who’s doing some fucked up version of the Macarena dance in the middle of a quiet street.
I was a good son. An excellent footballer. A prime alpha. Why shouldn’t I blow off a little steam now and then?
“Fuck it.” I chuckle. “I’m in. Let's do this!”
Five minutes later, we’re standing in a quiet parking lot. The hustle and bustle of the city faded to almost nothing as we stared at a two story building with white slats, some of which are missing, and a neon sign that flickers, the O completely dark so that it read MTEL.
“Are we going inside or do you just wanna stare at the exterior?”
Hunter and I share a look and slowly, the corner of his mouth lifts into another one of his wide grins. It’s a smile I’ve come to know over the last three years that we’ve lived together. It means he’s all in and nothing‘s going to stop him. When he gets like this, he’s like a dog with a bone.
He wraps an arm around Shelby’s waist, nuzzling her hair, casually scenting her.
“Lead the way my lady.” He smirks. “A night of debauchery awaits…”
I roll my eyes.
There he goes again. Who the fuck says debauchery?
Shelby glances back over her shoulder at me as she leads us to a set of steps and up to the first floor. “Are you coming? I’m sure there are lots of other things you’d rather be doing right now, like, oh, I don’t know…fucking me.”
There’s no hesitation as she slides her key into the door lock and lets us into the room. It’s not as shabby or rundown as I was expecting based on the exterior, but it’s not a five star room either.
I don’t have a chance to look around properly before she’s pulling me by my belt towards her, lips crashing against mine, as she undoes the buckle, pulling it loose before tossing it aside.
Shelby kisses like she’s trying to memorize the taste of me, hungry and eager. Her hands move up my chest, mapping out the muscles beneath the fabric with appreciative noises. I work damn hard for this body between football and the gym so that omegas like her can reap the benefits.
Coming behind her, Hunter places two fingers beneath her chin, turning her face towards him. He cups her cheek, giving her a slow, sensual kiss. Intimacy comes easy to him from where I’m standing, with my cock throbbing in my trousers.
Does he always kiss like that?
He continues, with open mouth kisses on her neck, moving down her body as she claims my mouth again. Her fingers make quick work of my shirt while Hunter undoes her halter and peels it down her body, working with ease around her.
Too impatient to remove it fully, he leaves it scrunched around her waist. Reaching around, he undoes the button on her jeans before sliding them down her toned legs.
Reaching out, I palm her breasts, massaging and cupping them in my hands, kneading gently before pinching her nipples. She moans, arching into me while we take turns worshipping her. For tonight, she’s our omega.
Pushing my shirt down my shoulders, she wraps her arms around my neck with a soft sigh.
I try not to notice as Hunter unbuttons his own shirt, tossing it over the chair in the corner of the room.
He unbuttons his pants, letting them hang low on his hips before he steps closer, hands roving over Shelby’s beautiful skin.
The pheromones in the room start to build, thick with lust and need as we tangle in one another.
Shelby shimmies out of her clothes completely before getting to her knees. She slides down my trousers and boxes, and my cock springs free.
“Look at that,” she breathes, and my dick twitches as Hunter’s mouth lifts into a grin.
“Dude’s packing,” he teases as he guides Shelby towards me. “But what does he taste like?”
Opening her mouth, Shelby’s tongue flicks out to swipe at the precum beading on my tip. “Mmmm, he’s delicious.”
He leans down to kiss her, tasting me on her tongue. Using his thumb, he opens her mouth wider before easing her down my shaft. “Come on gorgeous, you can do better than that.”
Shelby bobs her head down on my cock, hollowing out her cheeks to increase the pressure. Groaning, I toss my head back, enjoying the way her mouth feels on me while Hunter murmurs praise in her ear.
Before I can come, she pulls away and he helps her to her feet.
“I think you should return the favor and let me sit on that pretty face of yours.” Shelby strokes my cheek, before kissing me again.
Getting on the bed, I lay back, Hunter, in his boxers, moves to the end of the bed. I thought I would be more nervous, but Hunter is a calming presence and Shelby is easygoing.
“Can I?” he asks, motioning to my cock as I lay down on the bed, lazily jerking myself off as Shelby joins me.
“I mean, sure. A blow job is a blow job,” I half shrug, not looking at him. If I lingered on it for too long, I’d talk myself out of what was shaping up to be the hottest night of my life.
“Not the way I do it,” he promises, and I ignore the tingle of electricity it sends through me as he helps Shelby position herself.
Climbing up my body, she settles herself over my face. Grabbing her hips, I pull her down to my hungry mouth. She tastes sweet, like cherries and honey. Omegas are always the sweetest.
With a low moan, she grinds her hips, pushing down as she rides my mouth and my nose. This is a woman who enjoys sex, and enjoys pleasure. Like Hunter.
He’s currently pushing my legs apart wider, as he tosses one leg over his shoulder and swallows me down whole. Hunter wraps one of his large hands around the base of my shaft and gorges himself. He sucks my dick like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth and he can’t get enough.
There are no tentative little kitten licks, unless it’s to tease me. No hesitation. He has no gag reflex as he takes me into his throat, humming and swallowing around my sensitive cock.
I know he said it wasn’t just a blow job, the way he does it, but I wasn’t expecting my entire body to tremble beneath his touch. In moments, my cock is gushing out precum, and combined with his spit everything is sticky and wet, making loud noises that fill the room.
Oh, fuck.
If he’s not careful, I’m going to come already.
Just as I think I’m about to blow, cheating on the edge of my orgasm he gives my balls a sharp tug bringing me back from the precipice. He pulls off my cock, slowing to lick along the thick vein on my shaft and my cock twitches, robbed of cumming.
I tried to grunt or call him a fucker, but Shelby is suffocating me with her pussy. It’s not a bad way to die.
Gently, he takes me back in his mouth, careful to only suck on my tip, his tongue piercing flicking out over my slit before he pushes it inside ever so slightly. Groaning, my hips buck, and Shelby moves faster.
It feels so good.
He feels so good.
Keeping one hand on her hip, I reach down grabbing hold of Hunter‘s braids. This time when he sinks down on my dick, I hold him there, feeling his throat constrict around me as he struggles to suck in air.