Chapter 4 #2
“They loved you,” Hazel grins, brow raised at the amount of cash on the ground. “I’ll get this all into a bag for you and stash it. Atlas caught most of your set and was impressed. Lacy will walk you to his office. He wants to introduce himself and welcome you to the club.”
“Oh. Okay,” I say, stepping out of the cage. Glancing back at the pants I left behind, I hesitate for a second.
“The boss sees a lot more skin on a daily basis between all of the tits and ass around here,” Lacy giggles beside me, ready to play escort. “I promise he rarely notices. Atlas makes sure we’re all safe while working here.”
I follow as she leads me down a back hallway to an office, and knocks on the door. The scent coming from the room almost knocks me off my feet as I inhale deeply.
I am so fucking fucked.
An alpha with an athletic body and strong arms leans across his desk, his lips hidden beneath his facial hair that definitely would cover my skin with beard burn in the best of ways.
Get it together! Your boss cannot be your scent match. This is so damn bad.
There’s not a hint that he knows as I stand stiffly at the door, my asshole clenched to keep it from slicking.
“Your set was great. Hazel said you were once a professional ballerina?” Atlas’ brows crease as he thinks. “That’s not the correct term, is it?”
Lacy pushes me into the room without any qualms before she leaves, while I struggle to breathe normally. As I’m forced to stand in front of my boss in a thong and chest straps, I ask myself who’s coffee I pissed in, because I really want to climb over my boss’ desk and present to him.
“Ballerina is fine,” I chuckle, shrugging. “It was really nice to dance again, even if my audience is very different.”
Atlas’ pupils begin to slowly dilate as his nostrils flare, and I opt for humor as I perfume for him.
“Bet you didn’t think you’d meet your scent match at the strip club today, huh?”
“Close the door,” he growls, his eyes tracking me as I nearly trip over my feet to do so.
I also slam the lock into place, because I have a feeling he’s about to do very dirty, amazing things to me.
“Drop the thong and crawl to me like a good little omega. I could smell your slick and had no idea it was yours. I thought I just needed a thick piece of fudge and told myself I’d pick some up at the store.
You’re my fudge though, aren’t you? Crawl. ”
My knees hit the carpet immediately, not because he used his alpha bark, but because I want to do everything he asks me to do.
I can’t think of anything else as I chuck off my thong, my slick escaping my asshole readily as I stop fighting this attraction.
Standing to watch, Atlas licks his lips as I prowl in his direction.
He may think he’s calling the shots, but my body is something he wants to sink his cock inside. His erection is thick inside his dark jeans, and his green t-shirt strains as he keeps himself from moving toward me.
“Everyone watched you tonight, and I bet some of them wished they could fuck you,” he purrs, forcing my whine to escape. “There’s power in knowing they can’t, isn’t there? Your body can contort, you can shake your toned, hot ass, and no one gets it except for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, now at his feet and gazing up at him. His fingers curl into my sweaty, blonde hair, his gaze heated as he pulls down the zipper of his pants.
“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” I begin to pant, my eyes trained on his dick as he pulls it out. It’s thick and veiny, and there’s a circular barbell piercing at the tip of it that makes my mouth water. “Mine.”
“Yours,” he agrees, dragging his cock over my lips until I open my mouth wide and drop my tongue.
There’s no more talking as his hips begin to thrust and our scents quickly mix together. All I can focus on is sucking my alpha’s thick head, begging him to gag me with his cock as he drives it further down my throat.
Willow and I talk about everything, including what we would do if we ever found more scent matches, or wanted to grow our pack. She knows it’s a possibility, and we swore we’d never be jealous of the other. Instead, I plan to tell her all about it while I eat her pussy.
Moaning, I watch as Atlas drops his head, losing himself to the wet heat of my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. So fucking perfect. It’s been way too long since I’ve had my dick sucked.”
I double down with that knowledge, my competitive nature wanting to make it the best one he’s ever had.
“Wait, wait!” he yells, pulling out of my mouth.
Atlas chuckles as I pout, shaking his head as he helps me up.
“I’m not done with you, Little Ballerina,” he teases, making me grin as his lips crash down on mine.
His tongue slides over mine, and it feels as if I’m slowly burning up from the inside out.
It’s addicting and incredible, and my fingers curl in the material of his t-shirt before my hands fist in it.
Atlas turns with me when I hop onto his desk, knowing my slick is going to soak into the wood of his desk.
“You’re a brat, aren’t you?” His growl makes me whimper as I nod, proud of the fact that I typically get my way.
Grabbing my thighs, he tips my body backward, enjoying my squeal as I release him to catch myself.
“Grab your thighs and hold yourself open for your alpha. I want to watch as you take my cock.”
The spit in my mouth dries up, and I raise my legs and grab my ankles instead to show off how flexible I am. There are perks to fucking a dancer, even one that was previously injured.
Atlas rubs his fingers over my weeping hole, making my eyes cross as he teases me.
“Fuck it. I want a taste. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes. More!”
His thumbs push my asshole open as wide as possible, and I perfume as he leans down to stare at it.
My cock leaks onto my stomach at a slower rate than my hole slicks, and he looks smug as fuck, knowing it’s all for him.
His tongue drags over my puckered hole before pushing his way inside with it, and all I can do is keep it from falling over.
His deep groans of pleasure makes me completely wild as I moan and gasp, until soon I’m begging for mercy.
“Please. Atlas. Alpha… I’m going to cum. Fuck.”
“So cum,” he mumbles. “I’m not done yet.”
His fingers push into my hole before he swallows down my cock, and I collapse onto the desk as I release one of my ankles to shove my fist into my mouth to keep my noises from reaching anyone walking in the hallway.
However, that doesn’t stop my hips from bucking up, or the satisfied groans of my alpha before he swallows down every drop of my cum.
Lifting his mouth off me, he fists his shaft as he enjoys the view.
“Now cum again, Little Ballerina. Don’t touch your cock, just feel me.”
Every molecule in my body is completely focused on Atlas as he drags his cock through my slick, anticipating the moment he begins to stretch my ass.
When he finally notches his thick head at my hole, I swear I lose my hearing as he pushes himself in.
It feels so fucking good as his piercing wakens every nerve ending inside of me.
“Breathe,” he whispers, though I watch his lips more than hear him. It’s then that I realize I’m holding my breath, and I suck in oxygen as I reflexively push out as he fucks me. “Such a good boy for me. Relax and take my cock.”
“God,” I whine, dropping my head back as I watch him.
His hands squeeze my ass and hips, holding me at the very edge of his desk as he pistons in and out of me.
It’s overwhelming but feels so good as he hits a special spot inside of me that only Willow has ever hit with her strap on.
I’ve never been with a man before, though I can admit when one is attractive.
None of that compares to this, and tears begin to fill my eyes as my cock weeps to cum again.
“It feels so good,” I gasp. “Please don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I tried,” he promises. “I’m close, so close. I’m not knotting you today, but soon. There will be more of this, Jude. We aren’t fucking done.”
His words carry me through my orgasm as my back bows, and cum juts out in ropes over the straps on my chest. Atlas begins to lose his rhythm as he drops his head back and thrusts slower, and my ass clamps down to milk him.
“Yes. Fuck!” I whine as he shouts, and the warmth of his cum fills my ass, overfilling me until it’s covering his desk. “I’m never fucking getting rid of this thing. It marks the first time I ever fucked my omega.”
I take huge, heaving gasps as I watch in disbelief as he leans over me. Atlas refuses to pull out of my ass, warming it while he pushes my hair out of my face.
His eyes are tender as I release him, but there’s something more. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever done. After the assault, I no longer want to wait to do life the “proper” way.
“We have a lot to talk about, you and me,” he murmurs.
“I have an alpha,” I blurt out, wide eyes. “We should include her in this.”
Willow will be excited about this. She’ll want to know every detail about how I was claimed at work.
“Then I want to meet her,” Atlas says easily. “There may be someone I need you to meet too, okay?”
There’s no jealousy as I nod slowly, asking myself how a simple night of working changed my entire life.