Chapter 34 Improper Uses
Improper Uses
Locke
When we get home, I start making a big stir-fry with noodles. We spent the whole day at the nest store. While it was fun, it was exhausting. Kol takes Cadi to the shower, and Mads comes to sit with me in the kitchen while I make dinner.
I love making dinner for Cadi. She’s so happy with all my meals. She acts like it’s the first time she’s ever had food before, I swear. I hum to myself and prepare the things. I take a quick peek behind me at Mads, who is smiling warmly at me.
“What?”
“You’re singing.”
“Yeah, I feel better. Cadi is so cute. I’m so glad they had everything she wanted.” I turn back to the stove. This is going to be done so quickly, and I’m not sure Kol and Cadi are going to be out of the shower anytime soon.
“I like that giant couch thing she picked out. Did you hear you can pretty much hose it down?”
I laugh, thinking about how many fluids were present at her last heat.
“Kol installed a drain in the middle of the nest. Did you see it?”
I sure did. We picked out rugs, poufs, and wall curtains, so it shouldn’t feel like the kind of room with a drain.
He also installed a state-of-the-art air filtration system for the whole place, so it should feel very fresh in there.
His architect is a female alpha and has an omega herself.
She’s planned plenty of nests, I’ve been told.
I think Kol had that place picked out a while ago, the way he was able to just topple the first domino as soon as Cadi agreed to it. We could be moving in soon.
I look back, and Mads is still smiling at me so sweetly.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I explore his emotions, and while he’s feeling mischievous, he’s also in pain. I butter him some sourdough bread and put a plate in front of him, along with his meds and a glass of water.
“Thank you,” he says with that tone of mischievousness. He takes his meds, and I clean up the table.
“I saw you kissing Kol and then holding his hand,” I finally say. His face breaks out in a wide smile.
“How’d that make you feel?”
“Jealous,” I admit freely.
“Jealous?!” He grabs my wrist and pulls me close to him. I stand between his legs. “Is that right?”
“You and him…” I start, but then I see the heat in his eyes. Damn, I’ve never been looked at like that by a man who I want to look at me like that. Mads is really good at taking control when he fucks. When we messed around in Salt Port, I could feel that power shimmering underneath the surface.
I’ve always wanted to experience something like that, letting a man take control and trusting myself with him. His hand comes up to the back of my thigh, and he eases me even closer to him.
“Him and I…”
His hand eases up to my ass.
“I don’t want to talk about Kol anymore,” I say, all breathy. Maybe it’s the lust from Cadi and Kol that’s got me so turned on right now, or maybe it’s the way Mads is looking at me.
I swallow, but nothing happens because I’m so worked up. I open my mouth and ask, “What do you want me to do?”
He smiles again at me, like he’s proud of me for being so brave.
“I want you down on your knees, alpha.”
The shiver that runs through me may just kill me. Mads is a total man. His hand runs up and down my thigh and over my ass. His fingers rake over the middle, telling me exactly what he can do for me. Fucking hell.
The stove is set to low, and the food doesn’t need anymore attention until we are all ready to eat.
“Do we want to go into the bedroom?”
“I want you to listen, like a good boy.”
My thoughts all dwindle down to one thing—Mads. How hot he is. How cool he is. How I want this so much.
“Locke, I dated a lot in college. I dated a lot of girls. But I fucked a lot of guys. This is what I liked to do with them. If it doesn’t work for you, that’s fine. We can figure something else…”
I put my hand over his mouth.
“No, this works. This works very well for me. You’d think with my past, I wouldn’t like this, but I do. I really do. I’m just very excited.” We both look at my jeans, where my cock is fighting for its life.
I’m still just standing there, so when Mads’s cane hits me across my butt cheeks, it makes me jump.
“Are you still with me?”
I swallow hard, and rub where he spanked me, and feel my body give me that little rush of oxytocin. Mads. You son of a bitch.
“Do I need to spank you again?” He taps my ass with his cane.
What a horrible question! Yes. No. I don’t know the answer. Before I upset my beta with more waiting, I lower myself between his knees.
“Good boy,” he says in the most sincere and gentle way. It absolutely thrills me. I rest on the backs of my heels and wait for my next instruction.
Mads traces my face with his eyes and then tells me my first command. “Take it out.”
“Mine or yours?”
Amused, he answers, “Mine.”
Gladly. Happily. Obviously.
I undo his pants and pull them down enough to unfurl his deliciously formidable cock. Mads smells like soap and nothing at all. I just know that that buttery scent of his can be mine if I can get my mouth on it.
His cock is so beautiful. Like the perfect rendition of a prick. There’s no knot, and the smooth shaft just looks like it’s aching to be grabbed. I wish to explore, which must be written all over my desperate face, because he gives me an encouraging nod. My mouthwatering prize jumps up just for me.
I lick him from root to tip and then suck him down. I cannot believe how buttery he is. His hand goes into my hair, gently holding me like I’m precious to him, while I work his cock up and down. I finally get to taste him when his precum gathers at the tip. God, he’s yummy.
He’s got that salty taste that most people have, but it’s layered with umami and butter, and perfectly addicting.
He mutters very nice things to me. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.
” “I knew you’d be my good boy.” “I want to wrap you in bubble wrap and keep you for myself.” “I love that you’re a fucking house alpha.
You should stay at home, barefoot and happy.
” “You’re a beautiful man, Locke.” “That fucking mouth, my god!”
I pop off to say, “You can come in my mouth.”
His rough hands touch me so softly.
“Touch yourself, let’s come together,” he offers like the most benevolent man.
I stroke the inside of his thighs and graze his balls with my fingers.
His body shivers under my touch. Control is such a fickle thing, passing back and forth between partners.
The best sex is where we relinquish control and then grasp it, passing it back and forth in a demonstration of trust and devotion.
Mads gives it up for a moment, and I grab it, along with his balls, sucking his cock in deep.
With my other hand, I get my own aching cock out and begin yanking myself hard and fast.
He scoots down and then tries to fuck my face, pumping his hips up. I want to let him do what he wants with me, but I am trying to do something, so I growl over his cock stuffed in my mouth.
“Locke,” he warns.
I pull back and let my saliva coat his cock then I squeeze it tight in my fist. Fisting both mine and his cock, I look him in the eyes as I give us the same feeling. His mouth hangs open, and I mirror the look on his face.
“I want to come in your throat. Suck me deep, Locke.”
That’s what I do. I take him down in long strokes and then speed up. I need us to come at the same time, so I let myself get there quickly. He can’t hold back, and so I won’t either.
He holds me still, and then his hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I’m such a good boy, I don’t even gag. At the same time, I erupt over my fist.
My hand is coated in my own spent, and I just hold it off to the side as I swallow him down, and then catch my breath.
He tenderly strokes my neck and shoulders.
“Oh, god, Locke. You’re amazing. You took me so well. Look at your beautiful face all fucked up because of me.”
I’m delirious with his praise.
We hear the front door open, and it’s got to be Oscar coming home. I rest my cheek against his thigh as he strokes my hair. He’s able to put himself away in his underwear, so he’s not hanging out by the time Oscar walks in, it’s still very obvious what we just did.
Oscar makes an annoyed sound and then goes to his room. Mads has been sleeping in his bed while we’ve been here, but it’s still full of all Oscar’s things. The poor guy needs some space.
We clean up, and I open a window to air the room out. Kol and Cadi come in fresh-faced and freshly fucked, ready for dinner. Oscar is the last to join us.
By the time we are eating and chatting, Oscar decides it’s time to tell us.
“I’m going to Salt Port tonight on a red-eye flight.”
Forks hit plates.
“What?”
“If my math is correct, the little omega is about to go through her first heat. I’m going to ask her to have it here, with us, in Cash City.”
Cadi gasps, and her hand covers her mouth. Fresh tears break out in the corners of her eyes. Kol wraps his arm around her.
“That’s what you want, right, mi amor?”
Cadi’s smile spreads from underneath her hand.
“She already turned us down. Twice,” Mads points out.
Oscar and Cadi don’t break eye contact.
“Then I am giving her a third chance.” He makes a small nod and then admits, “Ro is not letting go of the bond. She leans on it constantly. Also, I haven’t done anything to dissolve it.”
I fucking knew it. It didn’t feel any less present this last month. I fucking knew it was still there.
Cadi turns to Kol.
“What do you think about all of this?”
He smiles with no teeth. “I’m all for it.”
“Ok, well, you all be good while I’m gone. Don’t leave Cadi alone, please. Also, let’s try to keep sex out of the common areas…” He pointedly looks at Mads and me, and we burst out laughing, but then stifle it. Oscar rolls his eyes and sighs deeply.
“Sorry, Oscar. We will keep it in the bedroom.”
“You guys had sex!” Cadi shouts.
“We messed around. We didn’t fuck on the kitchen table.”
“But your cock was out,” Oscar growls.
“Yes, my cock was out of my pants…and in Locke’s mouth.” He winks at me.
This sends Kol and Cadi into a laughing fit as well.
“Dios mio…”
I love sassy Mads. I want more of this side of him. Confident. Sexual. Fun. Who would have thought?
We go back to eating our food, and Kol passes out beers from the fridge. Kol says he’ll drive Oscar to the airport, but Oscar insists on ordering a car.
I cannot believe he’s going to Salt Port to talk to Ro. We give him all the info we have on where she’s staying. He says not to tell her he’s coming. He’d like to approach her on his own.
Kol gives me a look.
It takes me a minute to understand the look.
Oscar likes to chase. He’s going to hunt her down. If Oscar does this, he will never let her go.
Oscar hunted Kol down. He was curious about him when he noticed the scheme he was running at the clinic with the suppressants. Once Oscar caught Kol, letting go wasn’t an option.
He’s going to offer her a place.
She definitely made it clear she’d be open to that with Mads and me. Let’s hope the offer can be negotiated…