Chapter 9
Ace
The stairwell up to her apartment was poorly lit. Not that it mattered to me. I was a ware. As long as there was a little bit of light, my eyes would adjust and allow me to see just fine. But I didn’t like knowing she was coming up these stairs alone most nights. Hopefully alone. Damn.
As soon as we got to her door, she looked over her shoulder and blushed. “Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to clean before you came over. The place is a bit of a mess, and I haven’t gone grocery shopping all week.”
“I’m sure it’s fine,” I dismissed, running my rough knuckles down the curve of her spine.
We both knew I wasn’t coming inside for the ambiance or the food.
I was here for my little omega. It was literally the only thing I cared about right now.
My whole body had turned into a thrumming, burning, twisted mess of desire and need that not even a shift could soothe.
Only Cat had what I needed to stop the snakes from crawling under my skin.
To stop my nervous system from rioting like an understaffed prison.
With trembling hands, Cat fiddled with the lock. After several tries, she popped it open. Her apartment was bathed in soft moonlight as we entered through the kitchen.
The minute I stepped over the threshold, my skin tightened with anticipation. I was about to claim my mate and completely change our lives forever. It felt momentous and overwhelming, terrifying and exciting, all at the same time.
Cat set her purse down on the counter and politely offered, “Would you like something to drink?”
She was stalling and I knew why. My omega was nervous about what was about to happen. And she should be. Because I was about to upend her entire world.
Closing and locking the door behind me, I turned and gave her a wicked grin. “I’m not thirsty and you already fed me back at the drive-in.”
Cat swallowed hard. “Ok, well, you can make yourself at home while I go get changed. I smell like fried food, and I can’t stand that.”
I thought about denying her the distance but decided I wanted a chance to snoop through her place while she was changing her clothes. Sure, the act would be redundant, as I’d just be stripping them off her in about ten minutes time, but her doing so would give me a chance to look the place over.
Cat didn’t wait for my approval. She took off down the hallway that led to her bedroom.
While she was gone, I began to wander about.
I’d slept in motels that weren’t half as clean or prepared for guests as her apartment was.
It was practically spotless, despite what she’d claimed at the door.
There were a few dishes in the sink, doubtlessly left over from her lunch, but they were neatly stacked and soaking, awaiting her return from work.
Making my way into the living room, I glanced around, taking in the tattered, secondhand furniture. There was a small TV in the corner, probably older than she was. Also, a large pile of books fanned out on the glass coffee table like she’d just returned from the public library earlier in the day.
The book covers were tattered and faded, but I didn’t have to even read their descriptions to know what they were about.
The nearly naked medieval men and women draped across one another, kind of gave away the plot.
Cat liked naughty romance books. My dick gave an enthusiastic buck as I wondered what her kink of choice was.
I picked up one that appeared to have been earmarked as her next read.
It had a leather bookmark inside that had clearly seen many years of use.
Flipping through the pages, I was able to quickly discern that my naughty omega liked the idea of getting spanked.
Well, she’d come to the right Alpha, because I was about to introduce her to the practice on a regular basis.
My eyes widened with real interest when I read a passage about the heroine giving her first blowjob.
It wasn’t half bad, but I had something much darker in mind when Cat first took my dick down her throat.
It involved her taking me down her throat all the way to my balls and drinking every last drop of my cum before she licked me clean.
Setting the book down, I meandered back to the kitchen and glanced in the fridge.
For once, I wasn’t hungry or thirsty. Well, not for food, anyway.
I just wanted to see if my girl was eating enough.
Cat, while having amazing curves, would soon need extra calories once she went through the change or else she’d start dropping weight like crazy.
I’d make sure to get her fridge stocked ASAP.
After tonight, we were both going to need a major refuel.
Cat’s bedroom door opened then, and her uncertain footsteps padded down the hallway. She poked her head into the kitchen. “Did you change your mind about something to drink?” she asked, when she saw me standing near the fridge. “I think I have some unopened liquor in the cabinet above the sink.”
“Nope,” I returned, my voice husky and low. “But I know what I do need.”
Cat looked afraid to ask. “What’s that?”
“You. Naked and spread out on your bed while I lick your pussy and get you nice and sloppy wet for my cock,” I explained without preamble.
Cat gave a nervous laugh and blushed the prettiest shade of pink. “Um, do you think we should talk a little first? You know, get to know one another a little?”
Striding to her side, I picked her tiny body up and tossed her, caveman style, over my shoulder. “There’ll be time for talking later. Right now, I need you begging for my cock and coming until you scream.”
Punctuating my statement with a firm slap to her ass, I carried her in the direction of her bedroom.