12. Triggered
Chapter twelve
Triggered
“I’ll get started on the cooking. I know most of you have got to be hungry by now.”
“Would you like some help?” Lauren asked, holding Emily in her arms and looking at her with adoration and love.
“No, it’s okay,” Lauren looked so happy then, I didn’t want to take that moment away from her. “ But, if it’s not too much trouble, I wouldn’t mind if Henry helped?“ Dylan started shaking his head like a dog with his favorite toy.
“I’m sorry Damon, but you don’t want my help.”
“Trust me, you really don’t. Henry is a terrible cook,” Dylan said, dodging a strike from Henry.
“I wouldn’t say terrible…” Henry said, looking slightly crestfallen.
“In fact, it’s safe to say that his food is the worst cooking I’ve had in my life!” Ouch. The look Henry gave Dylan could curdle milk. I decided to extend an olive branch, in any way I could. He relieved the tension earlier, now it was my turn to repay him.
“Henry, do you still want to help me? I can teach you if you’d like.”
“You know what, Damon? I would love to.“ With a final glare thrown at Dylan, who only shrugged, he joined me in the kitchen. “So, what are we making?”
“Well, I was thinking that we could do a lasagna, some salad, and breadsticks. It’s a great way to feed a large group of people.” Henry gave a slight frown. “What? You don’t think it will be enough?”
“Well, usually that would be plenty, even for eight people, but not for alphas. You have to factor in that their appetites are a little bit more than Betas or Omegas.”
“Ah, right.” I was somewhat used to Alphas and their voracious appetites. I’ve seen Derek wolf down a whole chicken by himself. Where he put it all, I had no idea. But I wasn’t afraid the admit that dealing with four Alphas and their stomachs was new territory for me.
I went to the fridge and contemplated what would pair best with what I had planned initially.
“What about some herb-crusted chicken? You think that would be enough?”
“Yeah, that sounds good. I will now zip my lips and let you do most of the work while I stand here and try to learn something.” I chuckled.
“You’ll do fine, trust me. Cooking is just like any other skill. You’ll only get better with practice and repetition.” I went to preheat the oven, and while that was heating up I went to the cupboard to pull out the ingredients for both the lasagna and the herb-crusted chicken.
“Ok, so what’s first Jordan Ramzi?”
“Well, the first thing you always want to do is… wash your hands.” This elicited an eye roll from Henry, but he did and came back to stand beside me.”
“Now that that is done, what is the actual first step?”
“Well, the first thing we have to do is make the meat for the sauce. While that is cooking, we also want to start the water for the pasta…” My mind switched gears, easily listing all the things that needed to be done and delegating some tasks to Henry. It was somewhat surprising that he jumped to the tasks with alacrity. It was like seeing a whole new side of him. Yes, the playfulness was still there, but I could see he was taking this seriously and actually wanted to learn.
After filling a large pot with water and putting it on the stovetop to boil, I prepared a large skillet for the ground beef, periodically checking the water while the meat began to sizzle and brown. Once it was done, I had Henry put it in a bowl we had set aside earlier. I then began cooking the bell peppers, onions, and garlic, making sure they were cooked before adding the beef back to the skillet.
We fell into an easy rhythm, preparing the ingredients before assembling the lasagna. We added a lot of cheese because Derek loved cheese, and the rest of his family seemed to share this inclination.
“Now we just have to put it in the oven and wait for it to be done,” and so we did, also slipping in a pan of garlic bread to cook and setting a separate timer on my phone. “Hard part’s over. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, I had fun actually. I never really had an interest in cooking, especially when I was growing up. I preferred the eating part.“ I chuckled while getting the salad ready for last, since it shouldn’t take me too long to get it ready. Henry started cleaning up our little warzone so that the kitchen would be somewhat clean.
“Henry, do you mind if I ask you something?”
“Sure! Hit me with your best shot.” He gave me this look as if waiting for my reaction, but I didn’t know what kind of reaction he wanted from me, so I pretended he didn’t say that last part.
“Oh okay,” Henry started to grumble about the younger generation not knowing classics, “I was just wondering, but if you are such a terrible cook - Dylan’s word, not mine – who does the cooking?
“Dylan usually does the cooking, but if he doesn’t feel like it, I make a weak-ass attempt, and then we get takeout.”
“But you’re the Omega of the relationship…”
“Yeah… well, at least I’m pretty sure. It’d be awkward if I wasn’t, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world,” he said with a crooked grin.
“I thought all Omegas cook, though?” He only shrugged.
“What can I say? Henry Dreyfus, shattering stereotypes one day at a time.” He chuckled but became serious. More serious than I had ever seen him. “Omega rights have taken quite a few steps in the right direction. While there are still some aspects I would like to see changed, I’m glad we’ve progressed as much as we have. The idea that Omegas are only good for bearing babies and staying home to cook and clean belongs in the stone ages. This is the twenty-first century. Omegas should be allowed to have jobs and be in charge of their own future.
“Sorry if I ranted a little bit. This is a topic that I’m very passionate about.”
“No need to be sorry. If anything, I’m sorry if I offended you. I guess I’m still getting used to life outside… you know.” He patted me on my shoulder and his eyes were so full of understanding and pity I had to look away.
“Yeah, I know.”
Thankfully, the conversation shifted and landed into more light topics. Henry asks questions of his own, wanting to take the chance to get to know me outside of the chaos of the whole small family reunion, which I was really grateful for. I still wasn’t comfortable with large groups, especially surrounded by people I didn’t really know, but I wanted to try. For Derek. This is his family, and I know he wants me to feel like I’m a part of it, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that my brain just didn’t work like that.
After telling Henry my interesting life story, which took a whole five minutes, it was my turn to ask Henry questions about himself.
“So, what do you do for work?”
“I’m a software engineer.” I immediately busted into laughter, but it slowly died when Henry regarded me with a wry smile on his lips.
“Wait, you were serious?”
“Serious as a heart attack.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to offend it’s just that…” Henry waved the apology off, a huge grin plastered on his face.
“Don’t worry about it. Besides, I get it. Not a lot of omegas are in this line of work, so I’m definitely an odd little ducking.”
“Well, that’s not why I was surprised.”
“Oh? Then what was it?”
“Well…” Suddenly finding myself stuck between a rock and a hard place, I suddenly became very shy and hard a hard time looking at him. “You don’t really seem the type.”
“I don’t seem the type? What’s that supposed to mean?!” Henry’s voice raised an octave, and I could hear the conversation in the living room die down. Like it or not, we found ourselves having an audience.
“Well, can you blame me? You don’t really act like a software developer.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Derek getting up. The only reason why he hadn’t made his way into the kitchen, standing before his Omega to protect them in typical Alpha fashion, was that Dylan grabbed his arm.
“Please, tell me. What do I act like?”
“… a goofball?” Henry stared at me, unblinking for what seemed like minutes, but I knew it was only seconds before he started to laugh, holding his sides as if they threatened to spill out any minute.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t keep a straight face any longer. I was just messing with you.” My legs almost collapsed with relief. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Oh, so you’re not a software developer?”
“No, I am. I just like seeing people’s reaction, especially when I act the way I do. Trust me, it’s a choice,” he said, giving me a wink.
“Alright, I think you messed with Damon more than enough. Get outta here and go cause trouble somewhere else,” Derek said, coming into the kitchen and laying his hand against my lower back. My body moved on its own, leaning into his touch and breathing his scent. I don’t think I could ever get used to it. It’s like just a whiff of him is able to calm my semi-frantic nerves.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m here to save you from that mean ol’ Omega.” He wrapped his arms around me, the scent of freshly cut grass, but the third scent still eluded me.
“My hero,” I said, standing on my tiptoes to give him a kiss. He leaned down eagerly and our lips met, the kiss tender and light. It wasn’t long before Derek grabbed the back of my head, making the kiss deeper. I could feel him grow hard against my stomach.
“Alright, that’s enough! Get out of the kitchen before clothes start flying everywhere,” Lauren said, pushing us out of the kitchen. “I know you guys are still in that phase where you’re dying to explore each other’s bodies, but the kitchen is not the place for it! And shame on you, Derek! You know how I feel about germs.
“You’re right Mom, I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too Mrs. Dreyfus. I’m usually pretty level-headed. I just got… distracted.” Lauren snorted.
“Oh stop with that Mrs. Dreyfus nonsense. Call me Lauren. And distraction is one word to put it. Go on and have a seat, you and Henry seemed to have prepped everything, I’ll tidy things up.
“Thanks, Mrs. Dr—Lauren.” Derek and I joined the rest of the family in the family room, just everyone enjoying each other’s company. The Alphas had, at some point, started drinking a few beers, talking about sports or something, so I didn’t really pay attention. Adam and Henry were gushing over little Emily, and I didn’t blame them. She was so cute! Adam caught me staring and gave me a warm smile. But, like all good things, it must come to an end eventually.
“Damon, tell me, what’s it like being from The Kennel? Is it as bad as they say it is?” The question came out of nowhere and left me mentally reeling during the first few seconds.
“Woah! Daniel, what the hell?” Henry said, cutting off Adam and bringing his attention to us. “Aren’t you a lawyer? Shouldn’t you know to have a little more fucking tact than that?”
“Don’t…” This was the second time I’ve heard the OPS called that. The first time I was overwhelmed by an Alphas presence to say anything, but I wasn’t going to let it slide, not this time.
“Knock it off, guys.” I could feel Derek starting to tense up beside me.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
“Don’t call it a Kennel. I’ve been there since I was five years old. Is it perfect? No, but they took me in and cared for me when I had nowhere else to go. There are some good people there, doing their best and working with what they have, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t compare me to an unwanted dog.” Even though that’s exactly what I was, essentially.
“I’m sorry, Damon. I honestly didn’t mean anything by it, I swear. I’ve just gotten used to calling it that. I’m gonna do better.”
“We all will,“ Lauren said, resting a hand on my arm and giving it a reassuring squeeze. I give her a smile and then tell them that I’ll be heading upstairs for a little bit.
“Goddamni,t Danny! Look what you did!” Derek was standing now, face turning crimson.
“Look, I apologized for what I said. Don’t you dare try to make me the villain here.”
“Alright, let’s just all take a breath…” I heard Adam try to interject, but I didn’t hear more as I was already heading upstairs to my little safe haven, my bookroom. I felt like such a coward, especially after they welcomed me with open arms and Derek had done so much for me. Especially now with the car? I still didn’t want to accept it. I haven’t done anything to deserve such a thing.
I was spiraling, sinking into the dark abyss of self-pity, fear, and countless other negative emotions. But before I could lose myself, there was a knock on the door. I quickly wiped my eyes, trying to get rid of the traces of the tears before opening the door.
“I’m okay Derek, I just needed a quick—“ I stop myself, as who was at the door was not who I was expecting.
“Damon? It’s just Henry and me, is it okay if we come in?” Adam said softly.
“Oh. Uh, sure.” I took a brief glimpse behind them, but I might as well have been telegraphing my thoughts.
“Derek wanted to come, he really did, but we insisted that we meet with you first,” Henry said.
“Well, I wanted to meet with you alone, to see if I could help you at all. Henry here decided to just tag along, using the excuse that Omegas got to stick together.”
“Ah. Was I that obvious?”
“Eh, just a smidge.” Henry held up a hand, his thumb and forefinger barely separated for emphasis.
Adam and Henry made themselves comfortable on the couch while I got my desk chair and brought it over.
“So, are we allowed to address the elephant in the room?” Henry asked once everyone was settled.
“That would be up to Damon,” Adam said, looking at me expectantly. Henry did the same. I blew out a breath.
“I understand by people call it… what they call it, but when you have nothing in your life besides the OPS, you learn really quickly to be thankful for the small things. Without the matching service, I don’t think they would be running as well as they are right now. In a perfect world, there wouldn’t be a need for the OPS in the first place, but unfortunately, there are still Omegas out there who still need that support.”
“Well, it’s very understandable—“ Adam started explaining, but then Henry felt the need to cut in.
“I call bullshit.”
“What?!”
“Henry, maybe you—“
“Sorry Adam, I don’t mean you keep cutting you off. Last time, I swear.” Adam reluctantly nodded, and he sat back on the chair, apparently curious to see where Henry was going with this. He wasn’t the only one.
“So, back to Damon. That little speech of yours was very touching, and despite public opinion I have a lot of respect for what the OPS is doing to help, even though there are some things I disagree with, but that isn’t why you snapped. So, spill.”
“I… I met an Alpha the other day,” Henry gasped, but Adam quickly told him to shut up, possibly the only unkind word I’ve heard the older Omega say yet, “and he said… The Kennel as well, but I didn’t stand up to him at the moment. He was quite attractive, and I was a bit awestruck, I guess.”
“Huh. Henry, I am both impressed and oddly terrified of you.”
“I keep telling you people I’m smart, but no one ever listens. So, was he attractive, or was he hot? There’s a difference.”
“Aaand I’m back to thinking you’re an idiot. So, putting this strange hot alpha aside – we’ll come back to that, don’t you worry – I think you’re feeling guilty about the fact that you didn’t stand up to him at the time, as well as other things. Does that sound about right?”
“Yeah. I think once the words were able to set in and I registered what he said, I might have said something? But then Derek came back and saw us together, and I really think it pissed him off.” There was a slight ooh from Henry, looking as if he was watching a soap opera and there was a spicy reveal.
“Well Damon, you can’t beat yourself up about what could have happened or what you should have done in that moment. That moment is over, and from the looks of things, you and Derek seem to be doing pretty well?
“Yes, we are. Very well, in fact, but I guess hearing how you two grew up in a normal home made me envious…”
“Ah,” Adam said, nodding.
“What, what is it?”
“Well Henry, the life of an Omega in the care of OPS is very different than that of an Omega raised outside of it. We got to go to school and have boyfriends and go to school dances. Damon didn’t get to experience any of that.”
“Ah,” Henry said, echoing Adam from earlier. “Well, I can tell you right now, you’re not missing much.”
“I completely disagree. I would have loved to experience those moments that you’re brushing aside so easily. I’m twenty-two, and I’ve only had my first kiss weeks ago! Are you telling me that that’s normal? What if—“ I couldn’t even finish the sentence because once I say it, once I come to terms with what I’ve been thinking in the back of my mind, it will just slam into me with full force, and I don’t think I’m ready for it.
“So, do you mind if I take a guess as to how you’re feeling about it?” Adam asked tentatively. I nodded, not trusting myself to be able to form a coherent sentence without bawling outright.
“So, keep in mind that this is all speculation, but I feel like you’re worried about not having these experiences or cornerstone moments before being stuck in a marriage or having doubts that it’s not gonna work. Am I close?”
I could feel my body locking up because of the overwhelming irrational fear that I would be ostracized for having those kinds of thoughts. Paranoia crept up on me, and my eyes darted to the door. Is Derek standing behind it, hearing everything that I’ve been saying? What if Derek decides that he can’t be with someone so mentally volatile?
“This has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Why can’t I be happy?” I finally said, my voice breaking in the end. It was the great push my already frayed emotions needed to finally snap. I broke down crying right then and there, hot tears streaming down my face, and feeling like the world was ending.
I sensed more than felt someone get up from the couch and cross the short distance to envelop me in a bone-crushing hug.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You know what? You’re right! But what I do know is that crying about it is not going to solve anything.”
“Henry! I don’t think—“ Henry held a hand up and gave him a cold, hard look. Whatever Adam was about to say seemingly died in his throat, and he looked at us demurely.
“You have your methods, I have mine. If we just keep coddling him like this, he won’t realize what he’s got until it’s too late.” Henry whirled onto me, and it was my turn to bear the full front of his ire.
“Why can’t you realize that Derek adores you? It’s obvious by the way he looks at you. Urgh! I swear, if only you could see through my eyes, this would be a whole lot easier.”
“Henry, I need you to relax. It may be obvious to us, but Damon has never experienced something like love. This is all new to him so to have doubts would be expected. While tough love may be okay, it’s definitely situational.”
“Yeah well… fuck. I hate it when you’re right,” Henry sat back on the couch in a great huff. The dominant Omega, possibly a brief glimpse into the true face of Henry, was no longer to be seen. He was back to his usual goofy self, to which he currently decided to pout like a petulant child, bottom lip stuck out and frowning like someone told him he couldn’t have dessert.
“I guess what we’re trying to say is that you may feel like shit now, but it’ll get better. Everything happens in due time. For now, just take it one day at a time and focus on the little things, alright?”
“Yeah, alright.” I take a moment to wipe my eyes and nose and try to collect myself and not be a complete mess. “I really appreciate you guys coming up here and checking up on me.”
“Mm-hmm. Sure. I think everybody here knows who you were really looking forward to seeing.” Just then, there was a knock on the door. Henry’s face broke out into a sly grin. I made a move to open the door, but Henry beat me to it. Derek was standing there by the door, and he looked so funny in that moment, hunched shoulders, wringing his hands while peeking over Henry’s head to see inside.
“Well, you know what they say. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. You came just in time, Derek. We were just about to discuss which of the Dreyfus brothers is better in bed.”
“I don’t know how Dylan tolerates it, Henry. He’s a better man than me…”
“What do you mean?” Henry asked, tilting his head.
“I mean, you must be constantly constipated. Cause you’re always full of shit.”
“Ha! That was a good one. Here I was thinking you didn’t have a sense of humor. There may be hope for you yet.”
“Damon, if you need someone to talk to cause you feel overwhelmed, just know that we’re here for you.”
“Yeah, don’t be afraid to call! Seriously, you can call me anytime,” Henry said, but then adopted a thoughtful look. “Well, any time within reason . Not gonna lie, if you call at like three in the morning you’ll probably go straight to voicemail.
“Okay Henry, I’ll keep that in mind.” I had to fight to keep the goofy grin off my face. Henry is an absolute wonder. I really appreciated what he and Adam did for me tonight, but I couldn’t tell them right away. I had eyes only for Derek at the moment.
“I’ll take Henry and let you two be alone,” Adam said, already herding Henry out of the room.
“Thanks, Adam. Can you also make sure he doesn’t linger to try and eavesdrop?”
“Aah! I would never!” Besides, Adam here is the one who would pull a stunt like that.”
“Don’t project your bad habits onto me. Besides, Damon is my client, so if I do happen to stay and listen, it’s only to guarantee his welfare...” Adam suddenly had trouble looking me in the eye, his cheeks tinging a slight pink.
“You two are the worst,” Derek said, practically shoving his way in past the duo and creating a veritable barricade with his body, blocking me from sight.
“All right, we’re going! Damon, tell me how it—“ Derek closes the door in his face, systematically cutting off whatever Henry was about to say. He then turns to me and just stares, an intensity in his eyes that I’ve seen only glimpses of but never bore the full front of it. This was a different kind of intensity than what I’ve seen before, mind you. I was growing used to the smoldering green eyes when he was in Alpha mode, usually when we were in the bedroom. But this was an entirely different look. His eyes were laser-focused on me, and strangely enough, I didn’t feel self-conscious about it at all.
He crossed the room in moments, his long legs making the feet he was away from seem more like inches. He stopped inches before me, and I didn’t think I had a thing for it, but some part of my Omega brain loved the way he towered over me.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hi.”
“Listen, I just want to say—“ I laid a finger against his lips, nodding my head to the door. His eyes widened in realization, and he crept to the door as silently as possible. He gently rested his hand on the handle before wrenching it open quickly, depositing Adam and Henry in a heap. Adam and Henry were a mass of tangled limbs as they tried to separate.
“It was his idea, I swear!” Henry said, pushing Adam back down on the floor and nearly sprinting down the stairs. Adam, surprising no one, still had enough decorum to stand up, fix his clothes, and calmly walk out the door without a word.
“Don’t ever tell them a secret, ’cause they won’t be able to keep it to themselves to save their lives.”
“Oh…” I knew Derek was joking, but even so, for a fraction of a second, I was worried that I made a mistake and should have kept what I was feeling to myself. But a new voice in my head, one that was growing stronger and more prevalent in my mind, was saying I was stupid, and that Adam and Henry wouldn’t tell anyone what I said in this room. And I believed it.
“So,” I say, trying to muster up the courage to tell him the real reason behind my little outburst and failing miserably. He deserved to know the truth, and better it came from me than from someone else down the road.
“So,” he says back to me, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiles at me. That damned smile only made me feel worse.
“Derek I… I need to tell you something.” His smile faltered, and I hated that I was the one who did it.
“Okay, do you want to sit down first so we can talk?” I nodded and sat down on the couch that was previously occupied by Adam and Henry. Derek followed, sitting down at the other end, keeping a respectful distance between us. I was starting to regret saying anything now. I wanted to move past this special period where we seemed to be tiptoeing around each other. I just wished there was an off switch for my stupid heart. Life would be much easier that way, I think.
“You can talk to me, you know,” he said, snapping me out of my downward spiral, “I know what Danny said was—“
“It wasn’t because he called it The Kennel,” I said, trying my best to get it over with. Like ripping off a band-aid. “at least, not entirely.”
“It’s not? Then why were you so upset? Please talk to me, I’m going crazy over here.”
“It’s kind of hard for me to bring up, especially for something that we’ve already moved on from. It feels like I’m opening old wounds…”
“Please don’t tell me it’s about the car,” he said. I shook my head, unable to look him in the eye. “Then what else could it…” his voice trailed off as he started to piece together what else I would want to speak to him about.
“It was him, wasn’t it? It was that Alpha from last week. What exactly did he say to you?” I could already see the tendons in his jaw flexing as he started to clench his teeth, his knuckles cracking as his hands balled into fists at his side. I tried to take his hand, but he shook me off.
He took a deep breath, the shirt stretching across his broad chest, and took my hand.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that I have a lot of negative feelings when it comes to that guy.”
“Oh, do you know him?” A muscle ticked in his jaw before he finally answered.
“I know his type. The type of men who are ruggedly handsome and probably think they are god’s gift to everyone. Especially when that’s all you see nowadays, and not just men, it’s women too. It’s gotten to a point where only certain body types are seen as attractive. It makes life that much harder for people who don’t fit that criteria,“ he said, voice breaking in the end.
It made my heart ache because I knew exactly what he was talking about. I’ve spent years in the OPS because I didn’t fit the stereotype of what an Omega should look like.
“But what did he say to you? This other Alpha.”
“Well, nothing really, I guess. Our conversation was mostly about OPS actually. He was saying some things that I found either disrespectful or just simply untrue, but I had a hard time articulating my thoughts…”
“Because he was attractive as well as an Alpha, am I right?” I could only nod, not trusting myself to speak at the moment. Derek took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Look, I get it. He was an attractive man, I’ll admit, albeit grudgingly, but I feel like we got something special forming here, and I would hate to lose you to some other asshole. The offer still stands though. If you want the time and opportunity to experience the things you haven’t before, I’ll understand…” I could practically hear the unspoken words, I’ll understand, but it’ll break my heart. I got up and gently sat on his lap, his scent that I’ve come to know and love enveloped me as he wrapped his huge arms around me, crushing me in a hug as if he was afraid that if he let go, I’ll disappear like a puff of smoke.
“I’m not going anywhere. You’ve been so kind and gentle with me that I feel like you’ve ruined me for other men. I can’t promise my body won’t react to other men, but my heart is yours. I think it has been for a while. Face it, you’re stuck with me, Bubba.” Tears started to build in his eyes, making the emerald green orbs that I could stare at all day crystalline.
“Oh baby, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” And he kissed me deeply, and it was quite possibly the best kiss yet. All of the kisses so far have been great, but something about this one made it different. Magical. It was so tender, and the way he gently cupped my face, as if he was afraid I would crumple in his grasp, made my heart swoon.
I was also in an ample position to feel a particular muscle start to swell underneath me, so there’s that too. We kissed for so long that once we broke apart, my lips felt swollen and tender. I couldn’t help but rub my hand across his chest, marveling that I had such a man in my life.
“So, shall we go downstairs and face the music?”
“In a minute, I wanna enjoy this moment,” he said, pressing his face against the nape of my neck and inhaling deeply. I tilted my head to give him more access, and he took the liberty of kissing the column of my throat with abandon. My hands clawed at his shoulders, and he started sucking on the skin there.
“Yeah, right. Admit it, you just like me sitting on your lap and having your way with me.”
“Mm-hmm.” He couldn’t even be bothered to give a vocal reply, he was so engrossed in his task. His hand started to rub across my chest and my stomach, making my heart race.
“Shouldn’t we go downstairs and keep your family company?”
“Why? They’re all adults, so they should be able to entertain themselves. Besides, I’m kinda preoccupied at the moment if you couldn’t tell.”
“Oh, trust me, I can tell.” I can already feel him getting hard, his cock poking my ass cheek while I’m sitting on his lap.
“Can you now? Well, it sounds to me like you’re looking for an excuse to be somewhere else,” He grabbed my crotch in one hand and squeezed. “Are you looking to be somewhere else?”
“I—I don’t… I mean, they’re our guests…” Smooth. Real smooth. His other hand, the one that was rubbing my chest and back, found its way underneath my shirt. The callouses of his rough hand sent goosebumps prickling on my skin. He began to pinch my nipples, causing me to arch my back and let out a high-pitched moan.
Listen. I didn’t do it on purpose, it just happened.
The other hand that was gripping my crotch finally let go, but Derek had other things in mind, for he began to unbutton my pants – all one-handed, mind you – and shoved his hand beneath my underwear. His big hand closed around my dick and gave it a few tugs. My hips started to rock back and forth, pumping my dick into his hand. I tried to return the favor by beginning to unbuckle his belt, but he smacked my hands away.
“Uh-uh. In this moment, you are at my complete and total mercy.”
“That’s not f-fair.” I almost bit my tongue as he began to play with my taint, his fingers getting dangerously close to my hole. A whispered plea escaped my lips as he barely put the tip of his finger in me before pulling away.
“I want you to straddle me,” I obeyed almost immediately. I would be a fool not to. At this point, it was safe to say that my underwear was a sopping mess, and it was all because my Alpha touched me in a few key areas. I stand and drop my pants and underwear to the floor, kicking them away in frustration. They would only get in the way. He smirked, eyes roving all over me in a way that had me getting even more turned on. He opened his legs a little wider and patted his thigh.
I nearly launched myself at him, I was so overcome with the sense of need. He kissed me slowly, his hand grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart, letting cool air expose my hole. He smacked it once, twice, before standing up and sitting me down on my feet. He kissed me on the forehead and headed to the door.
“Um, what the actual hell are you doing? Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Don’t worry, I have every intention of finishing what I started. But, patience is a virtue,” he said with a shit-eating grin. Oh, I just wanted to punch him in that smug, stupid face of his. Punch him, push him to the floor, and ride him to completion.
“I’m gonna show you that big boys can fuck too. When I’m done with you, you’re not gonna wanna even look at another man.“ He opens the door, and that’s when it settles into my brain that he’s seriously about to leave, but I have to ask him just in case.
“Wait a minute! So, you’re just gonna leave me here like this?”
“Yep! See you downstairs, Baby.” He closed the door behind him, which luckily blocked the nasty gesture I gave him.
“Asshole,” I mutter. I could only stand there in defeat as I was so aroused, that the only way to remediate it would be to ‘choke the chicken’. So I grabbed my laptop, turned off my browsing history, and started surfing the internet for big hairy men. It wasn’t my proudest moment.