Chapter 9 #2
The omega turned a corner, seemingly at random, and I let him get to the end of the block before directing him back the way we came on the new street. He dug in his heels, refusing to continue.
"I'm not going back."
"I'm not taking you back," I said. "I've parked in this direction."
"Oh," Joon muttered, deflating as he stopped fighting me to walk at my side.
His hand was still in mine, a little sweaty and overly warm as I led us down the sidewalk, comfortable in the silence while he stewed.
“I could have gotten home myself,” Joon grumbled petulantly, casting me a sidelong glance that made my nose turn up with irritation. "You didn't have to wait around for me."
That was the thing with this omega. He always had a fucking attitude. Even something as simple as—Okay, well, I was stalking him, however accidentally. So maybe he had the smallest sliver of a point.
A micron, tops.
“You’re the one who dragged me away from your ride,” I reminded him, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you complaining now?"
It wasn't like I was going to admit to stalking Eva, either. Besides, it was really about intent. I wasn't going to hurt her.
Not unless she asked me to.
Joon being here was just a happy coincidence.
“It wasn’t away from the Uber, it was away from her,” the omega all but growled out. It was supposed to be angry, but there was something about it that was cute instead. A bit like a kitten playing hunter for the first time.
Unluckily for Joon, I wasn't a mouse. It would take more than that to scare me off.
I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued as we continued our path down the sidewalk.
“I thought you liked Eva?”
“And I thought she liked me too,” I snapped. “But she only came onto me because I smell like Indi.”
Indigo? I barely restrained a laugh, thinking that Joon wouldn’t find it to be very supportive.
“Indi couldn’t even manage to touch her; she’s just an omega fixated on why she got rejected.
” I tilted my head, taking the next corner towards the lot where I'd left my car.
“It seemed to me she was pretty desperate to get your attention just now.”
Joon sighed loudly. “Probably because she felt bad. Come on, I just want to go home.” He started towards the car he recognized more intently, pulling at the locked handle
“I didn't take you for being insecure,” I said, nose wrinkling as I smacked his fingers away from the door to open it for him myself. “Is this a new thing for you?”
He got in without a word about it, which was better than I expected from his normal attitude. “I’m not insecure. Look at me?” He gestured his hands over his body. “It just pisses me off.”
I let the words hang between us, snapping the door shut to round the car and get inside.
He wasn’t wrong. When Indi first brought him home, his appearance caught my eye.
That dark, slightly too-long hair he kept half up, and those plump lips had me focusing on him more often than I was willing to admit, even to myself.
This felt eerily similar to last time, and I didn’t want to make that mistake again.
“The idea of another omega with your alpha?” I asked, obscuring the hope in my voice.
He tucked his legs up against himself, hugging them and resting his chin on them. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t feel so protective, huh?”
“It’s a bit unfair, refusing to commit and getting annoyed about us exploring other options.” I buckled us both in before heading towards the house. “We respect that you don’t want a bond, Joon. But… it’s a biological demand for us.”
“It’s not like I want to be like this,” he snapped. “And what about you? Is your entire idea of courting bending someone over whenever you feel like it?”
I considered the question… surely not, I'd been raised in the kind of suffocatingly proper family that knew what I was supposed to do—flowers, gifts, dates… but I'd never been good at vulnerability. Never had a reason to be. Not until now. “Do you want something else?”
The actual consideration of the question seemed to take him off guard; he was just hoping to deflect. “Not really,” he admitted. “But it doesn’t tell me you’re interested in commitment either, just that you like me enough to fuck me.”
“You belong to me,” I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.
I could normally handle his attitude for a while, but after the headache that bar gave me, I really wasn’t in the mood.
“I would bond you today, if you allowed it. I'd ask you to have our baby if you were interested, but you aren’t. So I give you what you ask for instead.”
He glanced out the window, being obviously avoidant. His hand rubbed up the side of his arm near his tattoo. “I want to be committed, I’m just not ready to go all the way.”
“One would assume agreeing to raise children with us is considered, even by loose American morals, ‘all the way,’” I said, glancing at him a little too long. “She doesn’t offer anything you don’t… except maybe possibility. If you want Indigo, if you want Eva… you need to tell them.”
He looked over at me suddenly. “Have you ever broken a bond?” he asked.
The question threw me off, leaving me blinking and speechless for several long seconds.
Breaking a bond was agonizing, painful beyond belief.
And the loss of the connection itself was potentially worse…
a level of loneliness you couldn’t understand unless it’d happened to you.
Even the thought of breaking something like that made my stomach roll.
“I've never been bonded,” I said. “If I had… wouldn’t my omega be here?”
Joon nodded. “Yeah, it’s not something I’m interested in.” He sounded insecure again. Hearing him like that irritated me more than the attitude.
“Dio mio. That doesn’t make any fucking sense, you know?”
“Well, leaving me gifts like a crow doesn’t make sense to me either.”
I kept my eyes fixed on the road, the prickle of embarrassment along my spine an unfamiliar and entirely unwelcome thing. “I—well—you aren't always available.”
He snorted. “I liked the last one you gave me. Where did you even find that edition?”
“Indigo wanted to go to the antique mall,” I hedged, “looking for their… weird stuff.”
He snorted a laugh, but I didn’t know why. He knew those dolls were weird. “Sounds like them. And you just… happened upon it?”
I considered how much of my interest I really wanted to share. Things with Joon were always… unpredictable. Like something was about to snap between us at all times, and I wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or his interest altogether. “I went looking.”
He looked over at him. In the streetlight, it was obvious his cheeks were red. “Oh. That’s… very nice of you.”
“I’m your alpha.”
His breath caught, and he glanced over. The car had stopped in their driveway, but no one moved to get out.
“I think I want that to be true,” he admitted softly.
My lips twitched upwards as I killed the engine, looking over at the omega in the glow of the porch light. “Then start acting like it, Joon. Get on board, build this family with us, tell Indi how you really feel…”
He took a deep breath. “I’ll talk to him, I guess.” Still always with that attitude, the bite in his voice made my jaw tighten with irritation.
“You asked why you always end up bent over… it’s because of this.
Because you don’t respect any of us. And especially not Indi, when they’ve been nothing but nice to you.
Nicer than I have patience for.” I turned to him fully now, my shoulder meeting the backrest of my seat.
Someone had to put him in his place. “You need an attitude adjustment.”
He glared right back, pointing his finger at me. “You’re just mad because I don’t let you alphas just walk all over me.”
“It has nothing to do with walking all over you,” I said, catching his hand. I detested pointing. “You don’t trust us to take care of you.”
“I can take care of myself,” he said, though he made no motion to pull away
“Why would you want to?”
“Because when you let other people take care of you, they can take advantage of you.”
“I’m not going to sit here and lie to you and tell you I’m a good man. But I am a damn good alpha. And I take care of what’s mine.”
His exhale came out in a shudder. “I want to believe you, I just need time.”
“Time to what? Continue to be a brat to see if it changes my opinion?”
“Maybe,” Joon said, annoyed now, attempting to pull his hand away.
I tightened my fingers, using the grip to drag him across the center console, our faces just inches apart. “Try harder, Gattino. If you’re going to push me, you’ll want whatever you got out of it to be a worthwhile trade for the punishment.”
“I’m not scared of you,” he said, his voice almost steady enough for me to believe him.
“Why should you be?” I couldn’t help the smirk that touched the corners of my lips.
His tongue shot out and licked over his lips. “Because you’re threatening me?”
“I’m not threatening you, Gattino,” I said calmly. “I’m setting clear boundaries, with consequences.”
“And what will happen?” he asked. “If I have to face those consequences?”
“Are you looking for a preview?”
“I might be.” His pupils were blown so wide that it looked like his entire eye had turned black.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go,” he recited.
“That’s the stoplight system—I was asking for your immediate end.” Though I wasn’t afraid to dole out proper punishment, I was also conscious of my omega’s safety, always.
He shook his head, obviously a little caught up. “Pineapple.”
“Good job,” I praised softly. “Since it was back talking, this time…” I released Joon’s fingers to catch his jaw, my other hand reaching into his joggers to free his cock. “I’m going to use your throat until I feel like you’re sorry.”
“Fuck,” he said quietly, looking down at my thick length.
“And when I’m done, you’re going to sit here and text Eva, and be honest with her. Am I clear?”
"Yes, alpha," he said, the words almost falling out of his mouth.
Cupping a hand around the back of his neck, I guided him firmly to the hardened line of my cock. “See what you do to me? How deeply your alpha desires you?”
Joon was now bent fully over the center console. His ass was in the air, and his head bent down into my lap. "I see," he said, jutting his tongue out and licking over my tip.
I bit back the urge to discipline him for touching without asking, pressing my cock between his lips, and shoving him down as far as a single snap of my hips could take me. “Always a fucking retort,” I muttered.
"I thought you liked my mouth," he sassed, looking back up at me.
“When you’re using it properly.” I grabbed him by his hair and lowered him back down, forcing him onto my cock.
Joon took it, tears coming to his eyes as he was pushed down, choking on my cock. The back of his throat contracted, squeezing me just right.
There was something he was right about. I did love his mouth. And his throat. And the pretty way he gazed up at me while taking everything I gave him.
“You’re so perfect like this,” I said, never letting up. “All quiet and pliable. All it takes is a little alpha cock to make you beg.”
He tried to mumble something, but with his lips around my cock, nothing came out, only the sound of his vocal cords vibrating my length in the most delicious way.
I watched one of his hands drift back, palming his own cock.
“Wow, so needy,” I said. “Can’t even suck me off without needing to touch yourself.”
My hand reached back and slapped his ass, making him moan and fall into my cock even more. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
He whined, but followed my command.
I kept fucking up into him until I felt my balls pull up.
“I’m gonna come,” I grunted. “Grab my knot.”
His hand came around and gripped me like I asked. The added pressure was all I needed. I pushed him down and spilled into the back of his throat. My head thrown back as I lost myself to his wet, warm heat.
I pulled myself back towards the end, letting some land on his tongue.
“Don’t swallow,” I said.
When I finished, I pulled my whole cock out.
“Show me.”
He knew exactly what I wanted. Joon glanced up at me and stuck out his tongue, letting me see my cum pooling on it. He was so sexy. Watching him do that reminded me of the Packtacular, when he and Eva swapped our cum between them.
“Good boy. Now swallow.”
He stuck his tongue back in his mouth, and I watched his throat bob.
“What are you going to do now?” I asked him.
His eyes were half lidded. “I don’t know.”
I smacked his face, just enough to get his attention. “Try again.”
That seemed to knock some of his daze. “I’m going to text Eva and apologize.”
“Yes, you are. And when you’re done, you’re going to go wash up for bed and come sleep with me. That’s when you get your reward.”
“Okay.”
I pulled him in, kissing him hard.
Yeah, this was all going to work out. I just knew it.