Chapter 15
"If you had my pack's baby, I'd set you up for life."
I think I was in shock. I had to be. What other reason would there be for him to ask if I would have their baby? That had to be it, I was like, hallucinating.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" I asked. "I think I misheard you."
I wasn't sure why he looked so panicked. Though thinking about it, coming to save a hysterically crying omega probably wasn't very high on his list of to-dos.
The car behind us wailed its horn as we sat frozen at the green light. I jumped, but the sound didn't seem to worry Cameo in the least. He just started moving the car easily.
"Listen," he started, drawing my attention again. "You want a studio space and a new car, right?"
"Yeah, but that's not going to happen now. E-e-everything's ruined."
The sobs started coming back, even when I tried to stop them.
"Then I will get those things for you," he said quickly. "I just need a favor."
I took a deep breath. "The baby?" I repeated the nonsense I was sure moments ago had been made up.
"Exactly," he clarified. "My pack has been talking about having a baby. And we think you'd be perfect."
My mind swirled. Me? Have their baby? "But why?" I was sure there were better options. And with the rate he was asking, it seemed like it wouldn't be hard to get a donor.
"Going through the normal channels is a pain, and as long as your medical history is sound, you're perfect. Plus, I'd love the chance to play with you again. And I don’t think I’m alone in that."
My face heated, remembering exactly what he meant. "And you would what? Buy me a new car and pay for my studio?"
His hands curled a bit on the wheel. "That and whatever else you needed."
The car stopped, and I realized we were in front of my apartment building. "So you're offering me a blank check to have a baby for you?"
He nodded. "And offering up free use for the whole pack."
My eyes widened, my breath quickened. Free use was one of the things I'd read about on one of my endless swaths of research.
It was an agreement to be fucked anywhere, anytime.
Obviously, there was more nuance to it, and there were safe words and conversations that had to happen first, but that was the general gist.
And it had landed pretty high on my list.
I started doing the mental math. I was being offered a blank check, big enough to pay for the start of my studio and replace my car.
And maybe if I were lucky, I could sneak a few months of rent into there.
And I would give up approximately a year of my life.
For a few minutes, I thought about pulling out my calculator and doing the hourly on it, but that seemed excessive.
And something I could do in the comfort of my own home.
But in the moment, it seemed like a good deal. Especially considering how many streams I would have to do, like the other night, to make the amount of money he's talking about.
"Can I think about it?" I finally asked.
"Yes," he said.
His hand shot out towards my face, grabbing my cheeks.
Fingers dug into my skin, forcing me towards him.
All of a sudden, the car was filled with his scent.
Plumes of that warm, burning scent quickly filled the car.
My entire body relaxed, submitting to the pheromones.
His scent was so overwhelming that it alone made my panties slick.
Eyes half-lidded as I let myself sink into the feeling.
Though allowing alpha pheromones to consume you like that could be dangerous, I trusted him.
"Just not too long, yeah? I'm not the most patient man."
A sound poured from my mouth that was supposed to be words, but it came out more like a muffled moan.
The growl that came from Cameo's lips didn't make anything easier. He bent towards me, his face leaning into my neck and inhaling me.
"This is how I like your scent," he said. "Needy for alpha cock."
I whined, so lost in the moment I couldn't care we were parked on my street.
"Tesoro," Cameo moaned. His lips came down on my throat in what I could only describe as a claiming kiss. My hands wrapped around his neck. The scent in the car was almost cloying, but I couldn't get enough of it.
"Cameo," I pleaded. I wasn't even sure what I was asking for. I just needed more.
More touching, more kissing.
More of him.
In what felt like a single fluid movement, he unbuckled me and lifted me so I was in his lap. His car was much larger than mine, so there was room for my thighs to settle on the sides of his. I ground down on his lap, needing any friction I could get.
"You really wanted it, didn't you slut?"
His hand came up and circled my neck, bringing me down for a real kiss. Our lips touched, and everything felt like it was on fire. It felt like a collision of sorts, a momentous one. His tongue easily found its way inside of me, and I craved it all.
Then he pulled back just a bit to bite my lip hard, before soothing it with his tongue.
Hands slipped under my shirt and snaked beneath my bra. I moaned in his mouth as he played with my body. It seemed he was just doing whatever he wanted. Touching me how he pleased, using me as if this was the last time he’d get to.
"More," I said against him.
He let out a dark chuckle. "I hope you didn't care about these tights."
Before I could question him, his hand was between my skirt and pulling at my tights until they split. The tearing sound of the thread was deafening.
There was no gentleness, no waiting. His fingers worked down and over my mound through my panties. Just that small bit of friction was brain-melting.
"So fucking wet for me," he commented. "I bet you've been like this for a while, huh? Missing my pack fucking you silly."
"Yes." The admission rolled off my tongue involuntarily.
"Good girl."
He rewarded my admission with exactly what I asked for.
More.
Cameo moved aside my drenched panties to touch me directly. It didn't take him any time at all to find my clit and start working little circles over it. My entire body shuddered. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
His hand between my legs came up, and he shoved his fingers into my mouth. My taste and the taste of his skin coiled on my tongue. "Be quiet, tesoro. Wouldn't want your neighbors to get a glimpse of you getting felt up in a strange alpha's car, would you?"
I tried to keep myself quiet, but with the way he was touching me, it felt almost impossible. He replaced his hand on my clit with the other one, and didn't stop. My hips ground down against him, needing to match his motions and get myself closer to release.
Though as I did, he would pull away, taking my pressure. I whined as the urge waned, and he started again.
After the third time of this repeating pattern, I whined against his hand.
He continued pumping his fingers in and out of my mouth. "Suck," he ordered.
I listened to him, sucking down on his fingers as I would his cock. Drool started pooling in the corners of my mouth and dripping down his wrist. My tongue rounded the tips of his fingers when he pulled back a bit, and his breath skipped a bit every time I did.
"God, I love what a needy whore you are," he said as he pulled away again, leaving me shaking and breathless.
I tried to speak, but I was muffled with his fingers in my mouth.
He pulled them from me and gave me a smack on my ass, hard enough to sting.
"Color?" he asked.
It took me a moment to remember the system. "Green."
He smacked me again. "Good. Now, don't talk with your mouth full, it's rude."
"Please," I pleaded. "Please let me come, master."
"Your begging is so cute, it almost makes me want to give you what you want."
For a moment, I had some hope. He pressed against me and started using me faster than before. After being wound up so many times, it was easier for me to feel the build of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned.
I was right there, right on the cusp before he pulled away again.
"No." I tried to get closer to him, or tried to grind down on his legs to finish myself off, but he held me steady.
"I said almost," he said with a sick grin.
I let my head fall against his shoulder. I was so frustrated and turned on at the same time—I didn't know what to do with myself.
He kissed the side of my temple. "Take me out, tesoro."
It took a second for his words to register, but once they did, my hands moved without thought, unbuckling his belt and releasing the button of his pants.
His hard cock fell forwards, resting on my thigh. Damn, I'd forgotten how big he was. His shaft was long and wide, the tip an angry red. And his knot… I wasn't quite sure how that would fit inside anyone, given how big it was.
"Touch me," he said. "Maybe if you make me come, I'll consider giving you what you want."
My hand caressed over his length. I kept my touch light at first, getting comfortable with something so large. Cameo let me take my time, never rushing or pushing me. Letting me explore at my leisure. I ran my thumb over his leaking tip, smoothing the precum downwards over the rest of him.
"Just like that," he praised.
I repeated the motion with more confidence, tightening my grip on him. Though his face didn't show it, his entire body had gone tense, making his enjoyment clear.
Slowly but surely, he caressed his hand up my thigh, reaching the apex of my thighs again. This time, they dipped lower, sinking two inside of me at once.
He curled them on each forward press, touching in all the perfect places. My opposite hand slammed the window, just to find some stability, and I realized it was fully condensed. Looking around, all the windows were our hot bodies concealing us from the outside world.
We continued working each other. His cock twitched in my hand, signaling how close he was.
"Don't stop," I whimpered, a whine so close to the surface I was almost choking on it. "I'm gonna come."
He didn't even answer me—he just kept going. Our heavy breaths filled the car.
The coil that had been slowly tightening in my stomach finally snapped, and I found my release.
It didn't take much more for Cameo to find his release as well. Cum splattered up over my hand, against his chest, and on our laps.
When we were done, he fell against the seat, and I fell against him. Our heavy breaths were the only sound in the car. It was dark outside now, and the streetlights streamed down through the foggy windows.
He let me lie there as long as I wanted. For a few minutes. I wondered briefly if he would just stay there all night if I wanted to.
But eventually I did get up. I needed to get home and think over this offer I'd been given, if it was even serious.
Which I should probably figure out, huh?
"Were you serious? About your offer?" I asked.
"As a heart attack," he said. He kissed my temple one more time as I sat up. "Do you want me to come inside with you?"
I thought about it for a minute. It wasn't like my house got broken into; I felt like I would be fine. And how was I supposed to consider such an offer with him breathing down my neck? "I'm good. I'll think about what you said."
For someone who could be considered a bit scary, his smile was extremely charming. "I hope you do."
We adjusted ourselves so we looked as normal as possible. Cameo helped me tear the rest of my tights off and threw them in his back seat. He then drove us right to the front of my building, which I was grateful for now with bare legs.
I stepped out of the car and headed towards my door. "See you later," I said, turning.
"See you later, tesoro."
With that, I turned back, punched the code to my building, and went inside. I had a lot to think about, but right now, I was sticky with cum and needed a shower.
As I undressed and got under the hot water, something occurred to me.
How the fuck did he know where I lived?