CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
“Y ou want to fight me?” I ask, propping my hand on my hip. I had met Titus downstairs, just like he asked, wearing something stretchy and comfortable to move around in. Here I was, thinking he was going to take me on a hike or something. But then he led me to a clearing in the back garden and told me to start stretching.
“No, angel, I don’t want to fight you.” He shakes his head like I’m being ridiculous. “I just want to teach you some basic self defense moves.”
“Oh?” I ask, trying to suppress my smirk. “What makes you think I don’t already know any self defense?”
He quirks a brow, crossing his arms. He looks every bit the veteran with his green cargo pants and tight black t shirt. “Do you?”
I grin at him taking a step back. “Why don’t you come find out?”
It’s an invitation to play, and he takes it. “Thirty percent effort?” he asks, and I nod.
He starts by grabbing my wrist, which is one of the first things you learn in the omega self defense. He moves slowly, like he’s trying to gauge just how much I know.
Immediately, I rotate my wrist and pull, shifting my weight back for leverage.
“Not bad,” he concedes, taking a step back. “But what about this ?” He lunges to grab at my arms, and I use my left hand to grasp his arm, and my right to strike him in the neck. A shocked “oof” leaves him, and I use my right hand to hook under his bicep, turning him and pushing him away from me.
I’m not under the assumption that any of this would let me actually beat an alpha in fight, but if I'm attacked, it’ll give me a chance to run away.
“Very good,” he turns around and nods at me, looking proud. “Show me a few more moves and we’ll move onto the other half of our date.”
My demonstrations quickly devolve to play wrestling and kissing, mostly him letting me pin him to the grass and tease his mouth with mine.
“It’s too late, alpha,” I tease, leaning down until my nose brushes his, my thighs on either side of his waist. “You’ve lost. Just accept defeat.”
His honey brown eyes glint mischievously at me before he flips us so I’m laying in the grass, his hips pinned against mine
“You’ll never escape me, omega,” he rumbles, sending a wave of heat to my pussy as he holds my hands on either side of my head. “You’re mine now.” Why do those words set me on fire? Why do I hope he means them more than just in our little game we’re playing?
His eyes dart down to my mouth as I wiggle underneath him. “Promise?”
His mouth takes mine with a hungry groan, the hardness of his cock pressing against the part of my leggings that's covering my pussy.
Why the hell didn’t we do this naked?
When I try to lift my hips for more friction, he groans separating our lips and rolling off me so. “When did you start taking classes?” he asks me, his hand moving through grass until it’s grasping mine.
“Why did you stop kissing me?” Since we’re asking questions, I might as well ask mine.
“Answer my question first.”
“I started taking self defense with Hannah after I left my parents' house and came here. I was determined to never be in a situation like the one with the Anderson Pack again. My college had free Omega Defense lessons.” That’s what they called the brand of self defense they taught, taking a regular course and specially modifying it so that an omega could defend herself from an alpha.
He grips my hand tighter.
“Soooo….?” I hedge, “Why did you stop kissing me?”
“Because, angel,” he sighs, “if I didn’t stop I’d end up knotting you in the back garden and then we wouldn’t get to have the second half of our date.”
My smile pulls at my cheeks as I turn on my side to look at him. “The second half! I completely forgot about the second half. What do you have planned?”
“Why don’t you come and see?” He grins as he gets to his feet and holds a hand out to me, I take it, and we head back into the house. “First, though, we both need a shower. I would come with you, but I don’t trust myself to behave. Meet me in the den in twenty, okay?”
***
“No fucking way. Is that the new GameStation 6?” My jaw drops as Titus opens the door to a room I’ve never been in before. There are two tvs, two consoles, and two comfortable gaming chairs— one in plum, and one in army green.
Two guesses on which chair is for who.
“And two copies of The Redemption of the Broken Sword.” he grins, holding up two plastic cases.
“No fucking way!” I say again, practically launching myself at him. He catches me, a wide smile on his face. My legs wrap around his waist as I kiss him, a purr rumbling in his chest as he kisses me back.
I can’t believe he did this. I know when we first met I asked if he’d want to play together, but he’s actually bought and put together everything we could possibly need.
“Thank you,” I say against his lips, rubbing my nose against his.
“Anything for you, angel. Though I can’t pretend this isn’t just as much for me as it is for you.”
With a nip to his lips, I lower myself to the ground before scrambling to the purple gaming chair.
“Hey, that one's mine,” he grins, and I snort, turning to grab the remote to the TV.
Two hours later, it’s a bloodbath.
Not a real one, thank goodness, but I’m about ready to strangle my alpha.
“For fucks sake, Titus! You’re a damn ranger! You can’t just charge into every battle with flimsy toothpicks!” I maneuver my character to swing her giant axe at the ogre who’s trying to kill my alpha. The same alpha who had charged into a horde of level fifteen ogres equipped with two small knives. Our level? 5.
“For the last time, my character's name is Jaarik!” Titus huffs, hunching over his controller. “And they aren’t knives! They’re Blood Steel Daggers, given to him by his great grandfather! If I use them I get a health bonus!”
“You know what also gives you a health bonus?!” I snarl, pressing the combo to shoot a fireball out of my hand, “Using the weapon specific to your class and stats!”
“That doesn’t give me a health bonus!”
“It does in the sense that you won’t lose all your damn HP in five seconds!”
The door cracks open and Ollie’s voice comes in. “Is everything okay in here? We tried to leave you alone for as long as we could stand it but Mattie is afraid someone is going to walk out of here with a bodily injury based on the amount of yelling happening.”
“Titus will if he doesn’t get his shit together and stop making me use all my mana healing him!” I snarl
“Hot damn, Tink,” Ollie comes up behind me and puts his hands on my shoulders. “You’re pretty hot when you’re pissed off. Why don’t you guys pause this and come have some dinner?”
His hands move down my arms, sending tingles to the tips of my fingers before he snatches the controller from my hands and presses pause.
“Hey!” Titus and I turn to look at him.
“We’re putting the controllers down,” Ollie says slowly, “and we’re going to go eat. Okay?” Now that I’m not knee deep in a horde of ogres while trying to keep my alpha alive, a kind of fog lifts from me and I look at Titus.
“Wow. That was really intense.”
His scowl freezes, like he realizes just how ridiculous we got, and it turns into an expression of horror. “Oh my god, angel. Maybe we don’t play together anymore.”
Stifling a giggle at the complete insanity of the situation, I nod. “That’s probably for the best.”
He opens his arms and I crawl into his lap, tucking my head under his chin. “I am so sorry I spoke to you like that.”
I snort. “Titus. I told you I would cause you bodily harm. I think we’re even.”
Titus chuckles, before lifting my chin to press a kiss to my lips. “We can still play next to each other though, right?”
“Sure,” I grin up at him, “or…”
“Or?” He raises a brow.
“We can see how many ogres you can kill with your dick in my mouth.”
Both Titus and Ollie groan.
“As much as I would love to watch that, it’ll have to be another time, Tink. Mattie made lasagna. Something about carb-loading to prepare for your heat.”
But I’m already on my knees in front of Titus, trying to slide his sweatpants down. “Angel, hold on—” his hand goes to stroke my cheek, and I ignore him as I try to pull out his glorious cock.
“Shit, she’s hot,” Titus says, but I’m not paying attention to him. His knot is hot and throbbing and holy shit I need that inside of me now. Mouth, pussy, ass, I don’t really care as long as I feel it stretching me wide.
A cramp hits me and I whine, nearly doubling over. “Fuck. It’s starting,” Ollie mutters, running for the door and shouting, “Take the lasagna to go and call the babysitter for our cat-son! Her heat’s here!”