Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
Word quickly spread through the office when Bea flew home today.
Everyone on the staff has been worried about her, hoping she has an easy recovery from whatever injuries she sustained during her captivity.
She’s off work for a while, per Mr. Acherley’s orders.
The older Alpha is seriously invested in her health.
Well beyond the scope of what is normal for an employer and their employee.
I knew something was going on there, but she refused to admit it. I’m happy they are building something together. Bea is a cool chick, and Shiloh deserves to have something to care about outside of his work here at the label.
Her voice fills my car as she talks to Foster.
He’s in the passenger seat, carefully angled away from me.
My Omega hasn’t told her about us yet. Not because he’s ashamed of me, but because she’s had too much going on for the past two weeks.
Between the pain from the newest mate, being kidnapped, and her recovery, he didn’t want to make their conversations about him.
It’s sweet, and I appreciate his dedication to looking out for his best friends.
Their call ends as I pull us into an underground parking lot near the club Shepherd suggested for our date tonight.
Fairytale is an Omega-friendly establishment that is apparently one of Foster’s favorites.
I’ve heard about the fantasy-themed nightclub from my coworkers at the label, but I have never visited.
When I go out to drink, I’m usually at a bar with live music.
Rounding the car, I open his door and offer him my hand.
He takes it, body molding to mine as he climbs out of the car.
The skinny black slacks and sheer black button-up he’s wearing look fine as hell.
It hugs his upper body, giving glimpses of his abs when the darker stripes shift as he moves.
When he walked out of the closet earlier, I dropped to my knees and sucked him dry.
What better way to show my appreciation of his beauty than a pre-date orgasm?
“Ready?” I ask, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Foster’s lips, pulling the bottom one between my teeth. Lemon tart floods the air, earning groans from both of us. He glares when I laugh and step back, lacing his fingers with mine as I guide him toward the club.
Fairytale certainly lives up to its name.
Fake greenery crawls down the walls and hangs from the catwalks that cross the ceiling.
Dancers dressed in super-realistic costumes twirl across them in time with the music.
It’s crowded. Bodies everywhere. Not usually my jam, but the energy here makes it feel different. Less claustrophobic, more intimate.
“Drinks?” I ask loudly, mouth close to Foster’s ear so he can hear me.
He nods, leading the way through the crowd to the bar that runs along the back.
He orders for us too, naming off a drink I’ve never heard of.
I’m glad he knows what to get when we each receive a delicious, glittery green potion shot.
The faint green apple taste isn’t too sweet, balanced out well by the bitterness of the alcohol.
He grins, sliding the empty bottles across the bar before leading me into the crowd of dancers.
His hands dance up my chest and grip the collar of my gray shirt, pulling me closer.
It’s my turn to grin when he starts to move his hips.
Dancing is in my blood. Music in my soul.
My palms start at his thighs, slowly sliding up his hips and over his abs to settle on his waist. I flip him around, his back to my chest, and lead us in a sensual dance, grinding against his perfect little ass.
“Fuck, Manny,” he whimpers.
“When we get home, Cielo, I will gladly fuck you.”
His head turns, eyes finding mine as the roaming lights glide over us. “What does that mean?”
I nudge his head with mine, turning it until I can press my lips to his ear.
“It means heaven. Being with you is better than any realm that exists without you in it.” Sliding one hand up his chest, I tilt his head so I can press my lips to the space where his neck and shoulder meet.
I might not be an Alpha who can claim him with a bite, but he knows the significance when I dig my teeth into his flesh hard enough to bruise.
“I love you.” I breathe the words against his skin, just loud enough for him to hear.
Aquamarine turns dark as his pupils widen, his arousal reaching a fevered peak.
We’ve only been here for half an hour, and I don’t want to take him home yet.
Not until we’re drunk on the music and ready to claw the clothes from each other’s bodies.
“Patience. I promise the wait will be worth it.”
“You’re always worth it,” he breathes, kissing me deeply.
I let him drag me back to the bar for another shot, a shimmering red that tasted too much like cherries.
All I can imagine is Hannah here, pressed between us and grinding to the beat.
He must be thinking the same because a bit of his lust fades, replaced for a moment by the longing to be at home.
Pulling him to my chest, I guide him back into the crowd and distract him.
Time passes in a blur of pounding beats, frenzied touches, and need.
When he whimpers, grinding himself against my thigh and leaving a wet patch, I know it’s time to leave.
Weaving through the crowd with his hand in mine, I make a note to return with our other mates.
To get as lost in them as we have each other.
My hand barely brushes the car door when he slams into me, kissing me with a ferocity that scatters my thoughts. “I love you, too, Manny.” He smirks, fixing my collar before letting me open his door and buckle him into the seat.
Fuck, I can’t wait to get home.
The house is quiet when we walk in, our steps too loud on the hardwood floors. Foster giggles, muffling the sound with his hand as he drags me to the stairs. We pass the open door to the pack bedroom, not stopping to peek inside.
Tonight is about us. Tomorrow, we’ll return to them.
My back hits the wall as soon as I step inside the nest. Foster’s lips move frantically against mine; his fingers deftly undo my buttons before he slides my shirt off my arms. A groan falls from my lips as he kisses across my jaw and down my neck, sucking tiny love bites into my skin.
He undoes my belt, pushing it and my pants to the floor.
Before he can follow through with the thought swirling in his eyes and take me into his mouth, I haul him back to his feet and spin him to face the wall.
He catches himself with his hands, a whimper slipping through when I grind against his ass, mimicking the way we danced earlier.
I fist his hair and pull his head back to nip at his throat, letting my other hand wander to his waist to free his shirt.
I’m not as mindful of his clothes when I grip both halves of his shirt and pull it apart, sending several buttons clattering to the floor.
His shocked gasp makes my cock jump, begging to find its home inside him.
The sounds he makes are so damn sexy. I want to record them and build a track around each sensuous groan and delirious moan.
His skin is warm beneath my hands as I explore him. Teasing over the ridges of his abs and up between his pecs. Both his nipples are pebbled and ready for my fingers, so I give them the attention they need. Pinching and rolling them until he’s pleading for me to fuck him.
Slick soaks the material of his slacks when I reach down to unzip them.
It’s such a fucking turn-on knowing how ready he is for me.
I free him from his silky boxers, shoving them and his pants to the floor, and then he’s in my hand.
Wet, hot, and red with desire. Dragging my fist to his tip, I slowly push down to his base, keeping my pace agonizing until he starts to kick against my palm.
Then I give him quick jerks, teeth digging into the bruised bite mark I gave him earlier.
He comes, coating my hand and the wall in his release.
I let him go so that I can bring it to my lips and lick his seed from my fingers, my eyes locked with his as I do.
“Fucking hell, Hot Stuff!” Another whimper slips through his lips before he flicks his tongue across them.
I don’t expect him to pounce, taking us both to the floor.
My back barely meets the cushions when he rises and takes me inside him.
Sweet, hot heaven. The tight grip of his ass around my cock steals my composure, leaving me a whining, panting mess as he rides me. I can’t tear my eyes away from where we’re connected. Too mesmerized by the way he stretches around me.
Folding my arms, I lace my hands behind my head and give him a lazy grin. He falls for my trick, smirking down at me, thinking I’ve handed him control. When I punch my hips upward, powering into him from below, his nails scratch at my chest.
“Fu-uck,” he groans, head falling back. I don’t like that, so I reach up and pinch his nipple. Hard. He shrieks and bats my hand away, glaring down at me.
“Eyes on me, Omega,” I warn him, gliding my palms up his thighs to grip his hips. “Or I stop.”
Perfume billows between us, so thick and heady it fogs my head. If I were an Alpha, this would be dangerous territory. Since I cannot go into a rut, I do my best to mimic one. Holding him up by his hips and fucking him hard. He writhes and pants, desperate sobs echoing through the nest.