Chapter 7 Jazmine
SEVEN
Jazmine
Ideserve this.
I repeated the sentiment over and over in my head, but it didn’t help me believe it.
Nobody this gorgeous matched with an omega like me on purpose. She could’ve had her pick of younger omegas in their prime, but she was here. With me. In my house.
Had she actually chosen me on the app? Had she looked through a bunch of different omegas, all smiling into the camera with their best angles, and thought I was attractive? Or was this just the algorithm dictating that she had to match with me?
My brain worked overtime as I tried to decide if she actually wanted to be here. Was she curious about me, or was she just being polite?
The worst-case scenario was that I was just an assignment to her, or an option she got stuck with. Every insecurity I’d ever buried tried to crawl back up my throat even as I traced every inch of her sculpted features.
And her scent… she couldn’t fake that, could she? I felt it shifting as she followed my command and sank to her knees, thickening, sharpening, heating the air in my quaint little kitchen.
Alphas don’t always realize when they’re broadcasting their scent—it was second nature to them. But every nerve-ending in my body came alive as Atlas’s pheromones pulsed around us like molten warmth leaking through cracks in her armor.
An Alpha’s scent gave away many things they tried to hide.
On the surface, Atlas smelled like clean skin and the metal of her motorbike, but under all that was a darker note threading through the air—a rough rasp of cedar and the ozone crackle of restraint.
The pheromones around her were so tight they almost hummed.
I found myself drifting closer, stepping into the messy notes of her scent. My pulse stuttered, every inch of my skin prickling under the assault.
As Atlas bent her knees, staring up at me uncertainly as she moved, I couldn’t help but stare at the bulge of her biceps through the leather jacket.
I’d spent years convincing myself that I was too old to date, or that Alphas like Atlas would simply look right through me.
But she didn’t. Every unsteady breath and each wave of her scent said otherwise.
She liked me. Better yet, she wanted me.
I needed to see just how much.
When I turned to walk over to the couch, she watched me uncertainly, her brown gaze like deep pools under the waning sunlight.
I took my time arranging the folds of my bathrobe around my thighs as I got comfortable on the old couch before I said:
“Come here, Atlas.”
She started to stand, but I shook my head.
“Crawl.”
Behind her nerdy little glasses, her eyes widened.
I could almost see the thoughts tumbling through her mind.
Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something, maybe ask a question. Or was she debating whether obeying me would be a terrible idea?
She hesitated long enough for me to doubt my Heat-given confidence, but when she reached up to slide her glasses off her nose, I knew I’d won.
She glanced at me from beneath her lashes, searching my face for clues for what comes next.
I crooked a finger at her.
“Come here, Atlas.”
She shifted forward, one knee sliding ahead of her on the rug, then paused. That little hesitation was everything—I loved the way it made her muscles taut under the leather.
By the time she paused at the edge of the couch, anticipation hummed beneath my skin.
There was something almost unbelievable about having an Alpha bend to my command. Alphas weren’t supposed to pause and hesitate, yet this one was so beautiful when she was unsure.
I leaned forward, running a palm over the neat rows of buttons on her shirt. The silk was warm, the breasts beneath soft.
It had been a long time since I’d done anything selfish. That word had been eradicated from my dictionary ever since Rosie was born. Now, however…
“Let me see you,” I rasped. “Slowly.”
Atlas swallowed hard, licking her lips as she grasped my statement.
She sat back on her heels and reached for the first button on her shirt.
“No.” I shook my head, tilting my chin towards her waist. “Undo your trousers.”
Her gaze locked onto mine, wide and alluring.
“I’m here for you,” she began, unsure. “I’m here to give you what you need, not…”
“This is what I need,” I assured her, settling back in the soft seat. “I want to see what you’re hiding inside those trousers.”
The button came undone with a soft pop. My heartbeat picked up in my ears as she worked the zipper down.
Sweat prickled at the back of my neck as she held herself just out of view.
“Atlas.”
Her name was a soft warning. I wanted to see her, and I couldn’t be bothered being patient. I’d waited so long for this—five years, to be exact.
She pushed the scrap of underwear out of the way, and…
Oh fuck.
It must be a sin to be this perfect.
Filthy. She looked fucking filthy as she knelt on my carpet, fully dressed save for her cock jutting out in the air.
“Touch yourself, Alpha.” The words were a breathy rasp. “I want to watch you.”
This had been a fantasy of mine for years. Watching an Alpha touch themselves while I dictated each stroke… Nothing could make me wetter.
Alphas weren’t supposed to submit. That was the rule—the unspoken law of hierarchy. I’d been taught to adapt, to bend, to yield to the stronger sex simply because of biology.
Atlas, however… she was my wet dream come to life. Watching her choose to crawl for me and do anything I say… It was fucking intoxicating.
“Not so hard,” I warned as she squeezed, shivering at her own touch. “Go slow. Run your thumb over the head.”
She did as she was told, a curse tumbling from her lips as she swiped a thick layer of slick from her cockhead and smeared it over her length.
Taste her.
I shook my head, trying to keep the insistent voice at bay. Tasting was not part of the fantasy. Not yet.
A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead and disappeared into the folds of my robe.
When I blinked, my vision turned hazy.
Damn this Heat!
“Lick your palm,” I said instead, breathing through the symptoms. “Get it nice and wet.”
She hurried to follow orders, her breaths coming loud as she did.
This time, when she squeezed a little too hard for my liking, I decided I would allow it.
She stroked unevenly as though unsure of the order that would come next.
I let her dictate her own pleasure, even if it was just for the moment.
Soon, the strokes turned smooth as her lids fell.
The dark outline of her lashes made her seem dreamy, and when she groaned, I forced my fingers into a ball to avoid touching her.
Her shoulders tightened; one wrong move and she might snap.
I let the silence stretch just to taunt her. Could she smell just how wet I was? Just how much I wanted her inside me?
“What do you want?” I asked as her breaths grew harsh. “What do you need to push you over?”
“I…” she stuttered. “I want to taste you.”
I smiled, loving the way she strained to utter each word.
“By all means.”
When she parted her lips to breathe, I set my toes against her tongue.
“Taste me, then,” I ordered.
Oh, she was so sweet, so earnest.
She extended her tongue, running it along the soft pad of my sole and over the arch. Her breath hitched, the sound of it vibrating against the sensitive skin.
Her fingers wrapped around my ankle, supporting my weight as she knelt closer. Without hesitation, her lips stretched wide to take my big toe between them.
I shivered, fingers fisting into the soft throws on the couch.
I didn’t know what possessed me to do this—feet had never been my thing. Had I been intrigued about it? Perhaps, but it wasn’t something I had ever thought about pursuing.
Atlas, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy this little foreplay.
Her eyes slid halfway shut as a dreamy look took over her features. She held my ankle steady as she slid her tongue from the base of my heel to the tips of my toes, moaning deep in her throat.
“Your scent is strong here,” she whispered. “Like sweet honey and coconut.”
The seam of my robe parted as Atlas hiked my ankle a little higher, revealing the tops of my thighs and a shadow of my underwear.
Her gaze fell between my legs as she suckled my toes, drawing a gasp from me.
She scraped her teeth across my big toe and I pulled away with a soft laugh.
“If you don’t like this,” I told her, letting my toes trail down her chest. “All you need to say is no. Understand?”
She nodded, dislodging the curls that she’d swept back into a neat coif.
“Good.” I nodded. “Now strip—everything off.”
She swallowed thickly, her lips moving as though she wanted to say something.
Finally, she whispered: “I brought something to change into… If you like.”
I shook my head.
“There’s no need for that.”
Her fingers rose to the silky t-shirt that made her skin look like burnished bronze. With an audible gulp, she tugged it over her shoulders and let it fall away, too.
Oh fuck, she was magnificent.
“Look at you,” I breathed, feeling a burst of heat in my sex.
“I…” Atlas wet her lips. “Am I… Do you like what you see?”
“That depends,” I teased. “I can only see so little of you…”
When I trailed off, she worked her trousers loose.
Dear god.
It had been so, so long since I’d smelled an aroused Alpha in my presence. Intoxicating didn’t suffice. I wanted to drown in Atlas’ deep citrus scent.
Exhilarating couldn’t begin to describe the way my blood shot through my veins.
Atlas fisted herself in the cup of her palm, her cheeks flaring bright red as she did.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” I whispered as she shuddered under her own touch. The muscles along her stomach rippled when she moved.
Every inch of her was sculpted and taut. I’d never thought this type of physique was possible outside of Hollywood. Sure, Alphas were defined by their musculature but the woman kneeling in front of me looked like she’d been ripped out of a Greek tragedy.
Green veins lined the backs of her hands and travelled up her forearms, disappearing under her biceps. I wondered what she would do if I sank to my knees right now and traced those delicious veins with my tongue.
A rush of saliva pooled in my mouth and I shut my eyes, trying to keep my raging libido under control. No such luck. The moment my eyelids slid low, a wave of dizziness made my breath catch.
Shit. Mild Heat my ass!
The tingling in my hands and feet morphed into sweat as I tried to take a deep breath and failed. I knew for a fact that this wouldn’t be an easy Heat since it was getting hard to breathe without feeling my pussy clench several times in succession.
Atlas’ pheromones definitely didn’t help. Where most Alphas led by dominance, there was an undercurrent of needy eagerness in her scent that drew me close. She wanted to please me, hold me, make me come—that much was obvious.
I wanted to stretch this out. The power I held over her was like a drug. Controlling an Alpha that looked like she could break me in half was…
Intoxicating.
She swallowed hard.
“May I please…” God, how I adored that little stutter in her words. “May I please see you, Jazmine?”
She wet her lips, drawing my gaze to those anxiously nibbled curves.
“Maybe,” I teased, fighting a wave of Heat sickness as I sat up slightly. Drops of sweat rolled down my back, uncomfortable against the bathrobe I still wore.
“I’ll do anything.” She pleaded very well for an Alpha. “Whatever you say.”
I felt a brow rise despite the searing warmth that suffused my skin.
“Move your fingers,” I ordered, and she did, letting them fall at her sides.
I pressed the sole of my foot to her cock, using her stomach as a base to create the friction she wanted. She arched into my grip, asking without words for me to move faster, press harder.
Too bad.
With leisurely slowness I hadn’t realized I was capable of, I let her cockhead slip into the gap between my toes and stroked downward.
Her choked gasp made my pussy clench down tight.
“Do you like that, Atlas?”
She nodded several times helplessly.
“Yes, but I…”
She trailed off as I pressed down with the sole of my foot. She ground her cock into me, her back arching as she tried to create as much friction as possible.
“I want to see you, too. Please.”
She was so good at begging. There was something about her heavy-lashed eyes that made her look like a needy little pet.
I decided to give her what she wanted.
As she continued grinding against me, I pushed the seam of my robe apart. The simple lace panties left nothing to the imagination. They were drenched, turning the fabric transparent.
“Oh fuck.”
Atlas shuddered as her gaze locked on the wet mess of my underwear.
“You smell like an Alpha’s dream.”
Something twitched in my chest at the breathless confession. I pressed against her cock harder, forcing a groan from her lips.
“This is your dream?” I asked, letting my fingers slide my undies aside to reveal the mess I’d made.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Are you sure?” I panted, spreading my thighs even wider. Movement was getting harder; my limbs tended to cramp with Heat sickness. Every time I tried to move a muscle, a spasm gripped my spine.
“Jazmine.” Atlas’ voice sounded raw. “Please stop teasing me.”
A wave of power rushed over my skin like electricity.
“Should I?” I asked cruelly as my fingers dipped between the furrow of hair at my sex. I could barely feel anything down there except for a thick layer of slick.
“Please.”
Her voice broke, and I took pity on her.
When I raised two fingers from my pussy, a thin line of slick stretched in the space between us. She ducked quickly, intercepting the silky string of my wetness and curling her tongue around it.
Her eyelids drifted close as she savored the taste of me, a low groan reverberating in her chest.
“Oh hell,” she rasped, angling her head towards my fingers for more.
“Open,” I ordered and swiped my fingers across her tongue. Her lips clamped down as she licked every inch clean.
“More.” She breathed hard as I pulled away. “I need more of you.”
The hunger in her eyes darkened as I slid the robe fully off my shoulders and let it fall apart on the couch.
There, in the reflection of her dark pupils, I saw myself spread naked on the deep crimson robe, legs splayed wide without shame. The soft orange lamplight in the corner made me look almost…
Sexy.
Could it be? I’d spent so many years after Rosie’s birth avoiding mirrors that I couldn’t imagine for a brief second that I could look like a wanton pin-up doll.
But the need in Atlas’ scent was proof—proof that I was capable of being wanted.
I crooked a wet finger at her.
“Come here,” I whispered, breaking the invisible barrier that held her back. She fell forward with a low growl, covering me from head to toe.