Chapter 19
Bentley
Two weeks later
“Tav,” I say tentatively.
My omega has been very clingy since the attack. That’s not to say he shouldn’t be, and I can work from anywhere so it’s not an issue, but I have to go somewhere alone and he’s not going to like it.
Of course, I’m not above suggesting he come with me. He just may freak the fuck out about it.
“Yeah?” he asks. Tav is currently scrubbing the wood floors on his hands and knees. I know better than to mess with the chaotic cleaning energy, so I won’t suggest any other way to do this.
I almost lost a finger the last time I did.
“I need to go out for a few hours,” I say slowly. “My dad is in town and wants to go to lunch. Would you like to come?”
“Your dad?!” Tav squeals, eyes widening as his knee slips on the wet floor.
I wince as he crashes into the soapy water and tips it over. Damn. Now he’s soaked, and so is the floor.
“Yes,” I say calmly. If I react to the mess, then so will he. If I act like a wet omega is business as usual while talking to him, it’ll take him longer to react. “He’s here for a cattle conference, and wanted to surprise me. He doesn’t often leave the state, but I think he misses me.”
“You miss them too,” he says immediately. At my raised brow, he shakes his head. “You sound different whenever you talk about your family.”
I suppose that’s true. I’ve still been video chatting with them, and we have the family group chat. I’m not as sad as I was before, but I definitely light up when I talk about my family.
“I do,” I finally confess. Missing them doesn’t mean I care any less about Tav, and his knowing face tells me he knows that as well. “I’m going to tell my dad about you, and then I want him to meet you tonight.”
“Tonight!” Tav seems to realize he’s covered in soapy water, and looks around in dismay. “The place is a wreck, Bentley.”
“I can either help you clean when I get back, or I can stay out of your way. You choose,” I reply. “I’ll lock up behind me, and you’ll be safe behind the locks.”
I also have the video cameras set to pan every few minutes now. I need to have an alarm put on them so they’ll tell me if they’re being fucked with. I just haven’t had much time to look because…
My clingy omega gets up and tackles me into a hug. I don’t give a fuck about how wet he is, grinning as I embrace him back.
“I don’t like it when you’re gone,” he pouts before scowling.
“Please go on,” I drawl, loving the fact that he hates that he’s so clingy. It’s adorable to have this grumpy omega begin to embrace this side of himself, even if he doesn’t always realize he’s doing it.
“This is gross,” he complains, scent marking my jaw. “I can’t stop.”
Smirking, I quiet him by slanting my mouth over his, kissing him until he’s writhing against me. Since I’m already wet, I throw caution to the wind and grab his thighs, lifting him so he can wrap his legs around my waist.
“Maybe I should glaze your hole with my cum before I leave,” I purr.
Tav’s eyes roll back with pleasure at the thought, already perfuming with need.
“Would you like me to remind you of how much I’ll think of you, with my cum painting your insides?” I ask. “Maybe I’ll plug your hole while I’m at it. You’ll feel me every time you bend to clean something, and remember how well you were fucked.”
“Bentley,” he whines. “Please don’t tease me.”
I really am gauging if the idea of having my cum plugged in his ass would be hot or the equivalent of being dropped in the middle of a cholera hot bed. Glad to know he’s into it.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I grunt, meaning every word as I unbutton my jeans. They’re a little harder to drag down my hips because I’m partially drenched, but I don’t care. “Drop down and strip for your alpha, honey. I need to be knot deep in your ass before I leave.”
Tav pulls his sweater and shirt off with one hand, knowing my body will keep him warm.
He’ll also need to change because the clothes are so wet, so he doesn't think much of it. Slowly, the things that usually trigger him, no longer will under certain circumstances. Nothing is perfect, and I don’t expect it to be.
Tav is perfect the way he is. I simply want him to live with fewer restrictions dictating his life if I can manage it. Some days are better than others, but good dick isn’t going to fix this.
That doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck my omega though. It still doesn’t happen nearly as often as my man wants, but that’s simply because I won’t let him trade his feelings for orgasms.
Once he’s naked, I lift him up into my arms again. I took my shirt off while he was undressing, simply so he can have complete access to my tattoos and chest while I’m fucking him. I ache to claim him, yet I still find myself waiting.
I’m a romantic, and I want it to be perfect. I don’t think it is yet, so I kiss him until he’s whining in my arms.
Tav’s leaking slick from his asshole when I slide inside him, and my abs act as friction as he holds onto me as if we’re Velcroed together.
“Alpha,” he groans, his ankles locked at my spine as my hips fuck up into him. “Yes. Yes, more. I love you, Bentley. Please, never leave me. God, I won’t survive it.”
“Never,” I promise, my kisses moving down his neck until I’m marking him with a hickey. He’ll need to deal with my need to show the world he’s mine. “I love you so fucking much, Tav.”
It’s going to piss him off, but that’s a problem for later.
My cock fucks in and out of his hole as slick coats it, and my knot teases him, not yet ready to be inside of him. I can feel how hot his cock is as he uses my stomach as his own personal masturbation station, moaning as his precum begins to escape his slit.
“God, you feel so good,” I rasp. “Are you going to cover me in cum?”
“Yes…” Tav’s head drops back onto the wall, and I use this as an opportunity to bounce him on my cock.
This is one of my favorite ways to fuck my omega. His fingers fist in my hair, and I growl when he pulls it. A lazy, bratty smile curls his lips before he yanks my hair tie out of my bun and curls two sections of it around his fists as if they’re reins.
“Harder, Alpha. It’ll keep me from spiraling later if I can feel the ache of your cock while you’re gone. The best correction for my rituals is pain,” he admits. “This is a better one than my previous tools.”
The cutting… My growl travels through his body as he controls our next kiss, and I lay him down on our dining room table so I can get a deeper angle. I fully plan to feed my father dinner on this table, and I’ll smirk in amusement every time I remember fucking Tav on it.
“Don’t clean us off the table,” I murmur, fully knowing he won’t listen to me. My cock hits his prostate over and over, and I wrap my hand around his length since I’m no longer acting as his washboard masturbation toy.
“Please don’t talk,” Tav whines. “You’re too far away. Crush me.”
His fists tangled in my hair draw me back into a kiss, and I decide to let him. Slamming my hands onto the table on either side of him, I lose myself in his scent, and how good he feels. It could be minutes or hours, I wouldn’t fucking know.
Tav comes hands free just from using our bodies to fuck himself on, and his asshole pulls my knot in. Breathing hard as he strangles my cock and knot, I bury my face in his neck to hold onto my resolve not to bite my omega.
“Bite, Alpha,” he whispers, so low I almost can’t hear it.
“I won’t leave at all if I bite you,” I rasp, my hand spanking his ass cheek.
His gasp also leads to pushing my knot all the way into his hole, and he chuckles in the self-satisfied way he gets when things are going exactly how he wanted them to.
“Naughty boy,” I whimper. I keep him pinned to the table as I kiss him until his cock and mine are hardening, and I shake my head as I lift him into my arms.
I’m still impaling his hole with my dick, but I need to go to the bathroom where I’m hiding a few new toys in the drawer.
He’s drowsy as I pull out of his hole, and only complains slightly when I push the plug inside of him.
“Nap time?” I ask, gently kissing his temple. Tav gives me a dopey smile and I carry him into the bedroom to cover him with a blanket. I help Floyd lay next to him and then lift Bella to snuggle in too. “Protect Tav for me, guys,”
Tav’s already sleeping, so I hurry into the bathroom to shower. My omega’s cum splattered both himself and me with his release, and I fucking love it. After a quick rinse, I tie my wet hair back up and throw on clothes before heading out the door.
I love this life, no matter how complicated it can be. Taking a photo of the locked door and the position of the video cameras, I send that to Tav before stopping down the stairs. I take one more of me locking the door that leads to the street, and then I’m jogging to my car.
Doing these small things for my omega is so natural to me now it’s as easy as breathing. If it makes him feel safe, and quiet the fixations, why wouldn’t I do this?