Chapter 47
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
FLYNN
My hands cradle Stone’s face, my thumbs brushing against the rough stubble of his jaw. He looks at me like I’m something fragile, something he’s afraid to break, and the tenderness in his gaze makes my breath catch.
This man is perfect. He’s amazing and doesn’t even know it.
Something comes over me. I don’t think. I just act.
Leaning forward, I press my lips softly against his. It’s hesitant at first. There’s an almost teenage nervousness to it, the kind of sweet awkwardness that makes my stomach flutter.
Stone stills, his breath catching. But then, as if something inside him gives way, he kisses me back.
Slow at first, like we’re memorizing the feel of each other, tasting the uncertainty. And then it deepens. His arms wrap around me, pulling me closer until I’m straddling his lap. I shift slightly, my legs wrapping around his waist, ankles crossing behind him.
My pulse races as I feel him beneath me—hard and thick against my own growing cock. A shiver runs down my spine, part nerves, part excitement. He’s fucking massive and I begin to wonder how it will ever fit inside. How I’ll choke on his cock as my mouth slides down his length.
I stop myself. It’s our first date and I’m already thinking of sex. My omega tendency takes over, making me crave his knot. My perfume spills from me, circling Stone, and our scents mix together to create an intoxicating aphrodisiac.
Stone’s hands roam my body, trailing up my back, then down my sides. He purrs into the kiss, the deep, reverberating sound sending heat straight through me. A whimper escapes my throat, and he tightens his hold, his grip possessive, claiming. I love it. I want it.
I tug at his hair, fingers threading through the damp strands, and he groans into my mouth. The sound makes my blood burn hotter, makes me ache for more.
But then Stone pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, his breath ragged. His hands still on my waist, holding me as if he doesn’t want to let go. And I don’t want him to.
“I’m sorry, Sweet Boy,” he murmurs, his voice husky with restraint. “I didn’t mean to push you.”
I shake my head, my fingers still tangled in his hair. “You didn’t push me,” I whisper. “I wanted this. I initiated the kiss.”
His grip tightens, his thumbs tracing slow circles against my skin. “You have no idea how much I want you, Flynn.”
My chest tightens, a mixture of anticipation and something deeper, something I’m not ready to name yet. But I do know one thing—I want this. I want him.
“I want you so badly, Flynn, but I don’t want to rush, to make you scared. I don’t think I could handle it if you were afraid of me. If I lost you.”
I smile, running my fingers gently down Stone’s chest. “You’re not pushing. I want this, Stone. I know there’s still so much for us to learn about each other, but we have our whole lives to do that. This may seem sudden, but I want you here and now. I want you to show me how a real alpha treats their mate, their omega.”
I lean back, waiting for Stone to say something, but he doesn’t. He just sits there, eyes cast downward. My heart begins to break. Did I imagine more than there was? Does he not want me? Am I too broken? Has he finally realized how damaged I am and no longer wants me? How will this affect Levi and Sasha?
The tears begin to well in my eyes, and I know I’m about to break. There’s no way I can be in his lap when that happens.
I pull out of his hold, crawling off his lap. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed. I just thought?—”
Today has been amazing, but suddenly it’s awkward. I stand up, and Stone takes my hand, coming up on his knees. My face goes slack, unsure and confused.
“No, stop,” Stone finally says, shaking his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. I want nothing more than that, but I don’t want you to feel that you have to have sex with me for me to show you that.”
I raise an eyebrow as I bite the inside of my cheek. What the fuck? I’m so confused and all I want to do is erase the last twenty minutes, go home and hide in my room. But is it my home now?
“Flynn, my Sweet Boy. My Kismet. I’m fucking horrible at this. Please, just listen to me. I’ve waited my whole life for you, and the fates couldn’t have given me a more perfect mate. I know that it’s an omega’s nature to submit to their alpha, to please them. But today, I want to show you my love for you. Today, I submit to you, Flynn, my omega. I pledge to always be the man, the alpha you want. I want to show you my devotion. Can I?”
I nod my head, his words creating a whirlwind of emotion in me.
“Words, Flynn. I need words. Can I?”
“Yes, alpha.”
The air between us hums with an energy I can’t ignore as I stand before Stone, my breath unsteady. His hands are warm as they skim over my thighs, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.
“Hold on to my shoulders.” His voice is deep, yet there’s no presence of his alpha bark. No commanding—just him making sure anything he does is what I want.
I obey without hesitation, my fingers curling into his strong frame, feeling the heat radiating off him. His hands continue upward, taking hold of my hips before slowly, carefully, working my slightly damp swim trunks down my legs. My skin is electric under his touch, every brush of his fingers sending a shiver through me. He lifts one foot at a time, his grip steady as he removes my shorts and tosses them to the side. I stand bare before him, vulnerable yet feeling desired.
His breath catches, his gaze trailing over me with something akin to awe. “You’re beautiful, Flynn,” he whispers, his voice thick. “Everything I could ever want.”
I can feel my neck and face heating at his words, at the way his eyes drink me in like I’m something sacred. His hands return to my hips, steadying me, his touch both grounding and electrifying. My body reacts to him, to the heat between us, to the way his lips part as he exhales against my skin.
He presses his lips to my hip, to the sensitive skin just above my navel, leaving a trail of warm kisses along my tender flesh. I place my hand on his head, my fingers tighten in his hair, a quiet plea for more.
I shift my gaze down, just as he pulls his head away, my hard cock begging for him, as slick leaks from the tip.
He gazes up once more, a smile on his face as he looks at me with heat in his eyes. He opens up his mouth, his tongue slipping out as he licks the fluid from my mushroom head. I can’t help the whine that falls from lips as he purrs in need.
“Oh my god, Stone, that’s so hot,” I moan.
It’s all he needs to open his mouth wider, taking my cock into it as he slides his mouth down my length, taking in every inch of it. He stops midway, relaxing his throat before continuing the rest of the way.
We’ve never talked about whether he’s been with another man before, but fuck if he isn’t taking my dick like a pro.
His hands slip around my waist until he cups each of my ass cheeks in each of his hands. His deep purr vibrates along my cock, sending me closer to the edge. I tug on his hair and it's all the confirmation Stone needs that I’m enjoying every minute of it.
He releases one of my cheeks and begins to massage my heavy balls as he continues to take my cock in his mouth, gently grazing the length with his teeth, adding a whole new sensation. I quietly wonder if it’s something he likes, and he’s giving me a little peek into what turns him on. All I know is I can’t wait until it’s my turn so I can find out.
He growls, and the vibration sends ripples through me. His sucking increases as he continues to knead my tight balls.
“I won’t last much longer,” I whimper. If he doesn’t want me to come in his mouth, he needs to stop now. But he doesn't. He just bobs on my cock faster until I can’t control myself and I feel my release take over. “I’m coming,” I cry out.
Stone continues to suck me dry, taking everything I have to give until I’m completely empty and exhausted. Only then does he remove my cock from his mouth.
He pulls me down into his lap, his arms wrapping around me as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I melt against him, feeling his breath hot against my skin, his heartbeat racing as fast as my own.
“Fuck me, Sweet Boy, you taste as good as you smell.” His words leave me breathless. But he doesn’t stop there. “I love you, Flynn.”
He loves me. My heart hammers in my chest, wild and fast. And the truth crashes over me.
“I love you too,” I whisper, like I’m finally letting myself hear it.
He purrs and I whimper. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed a relationship to be.
“My turn,” I murmur, my fingertips tracing the ridge of his shoulder. I want to return every ounce of devotion he’s shown me, to make him feel as wanted, as cherished, as he’s made me feel.
But Stone shakes his head, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “No. This was about you. My commitment. My submission to you.”
I swallow hard. Disbelief takes over as my emotions tangle together with the weight of his words. He’s giving me something rare, something precious, and it makes my chest ache with something deeper than lust: love.
“But you…” I trail off, feeling the heat of him against me, knowing his need mirrors my own. “You need this too.”
Stone hushes me by pressing his lips against mine softly. “No, Flynn. I’d love nothing more than for you to willingly do the same to me. But not today.” His arms tighten around me, anchoring me to him. “Today, I just want to hold you.”
I exhale, my body still humming with the aftereffects of his blowjob, but I nod, resting my forehead against his. This—whatever we’re building, whatever we’re becoming—feels bigger than a single moment of desire. It’s trust, it’s something worth savoring.
Stone clears his throat as he reaches forward, getting the bag of grapes from the basket, and begins feeding them to me one at a time. As he does, he starts murmuring stories about his sister, about the childhood memories that shaped him into the man he is today. I listen, curled in his embrace, knowing that there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
* * *
As we step inside the house, the comforting scent of my mates surrounds me. Stone barely gives me a chance to take off my shoes before he pulls me into his embrace, his arms strong and warm around me. He kisses me tenderly on the lips, lingering just long enough for me to crave more of him.
"Go and see Sasha," he murmurs, his voice gentle, his alpha bark coming through, but not too overbearing. "I know the two of you have a bond, and that you talked with her about your date with Levi. You probably want to do the same now."
I hesitate, searching his face. "Are you okay with that?" How did he know we did?
He smiles, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen into my face. "I am, Sweet Boy."
I give him one more kiss before turning and rushing up the stairs, eager to see Sasha. My excitement to tell her overrides my every thought; my hand is already on the knob, ready to push it open before I come to my senses. She might be with Levi, and I don’t want to interrupt.
Instead, I lift my hand and knock. "Sasha, are you in there?" I ask loudly.
I hear the soft pad of feet approaching before she swings the door open, a knowing smile on her face. She breathes in deeply, her grin widening. "I take it you had a good date. I can smell Stone all over you."
I can feel my face heating at her knowing remark. "We did."
"Come tell me all about it!" She grabs my hand, dragging me over to the bed. I barely have time to shut the door behind me. "Okay, spill. I need details."
I crawl onto the bed beside her, trying to contain my giddy energy. "So, we went to the lake. I was nervous when I realized that’s what our date was because… well, I’m not the strongest swimmer."
Sasha’s face immediately tenses, concern flashing in her eyes. A hint of anger seeping through.
"It’s okay," I reassure her. "He taught me how to swim, well, swim better than I could, and he stayed with me the whole time. Then after that we had lunch, and he told me how he felt and why our date was at the lake. Why it was so special to him. It’s where he and his sister spent most of their summers together.” I pause. Wondering if I should tell the next part. But we’re becoming a pack and shouldn’t have secrets. “He feels so responsible for her… for her death."
Sasha furrows her brows, as if she’s in as much disbelief as I was that he feels that way. "He shouldn’t, though. That was Tom. He’s the fucker that is responsible. Nothing Stone could have done would’ve changed the outcome. And if he had, then we would’ve never found you."
I nod, my chest tightening at the thought. Hating that her death is the main reason we are together. That I’m not still with the Carlisle Pack. "And then… and I still can’t believe this, Sasha. He submitted himself to me. Like I was the alpha, and he was the omega."
Sasha’s jaw drops. "He did what?!"
I nod, still in shock. "He gave me a mind-blowing BJ, and then when I tried to return the favor, he stopped me. Said today was about me."
Sasha’s eyes go wide. "He did that?"
"Yeah."
I’m about to say more when there’s a knock at the door, and Levi pops his head in. "There you two are. I was going to order some pizza for dinner. Did you want something special?"
"Meat lovers!" Sasha and I say in unison before doubling over bursting into laughter.
Levi just shakes his head at us as he steps into the room, taking a moment to kiss each of us tenderly once we’ve calmed down.
"Actually, can I talk to the two of you?" I ask nervously.
Levi tilts his head, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Of course. Want me to get Stone?"
"No," I say quickly, and I see the shift in his expression from calm and relaxed to ready to rip someone’s head off. "No, no, it’s not that. Just listen to me."
“Okay,” Sasha says, scooting closer to Levi, slipping her arm around his waist as she looks at me curiously.
I take a deep breath. "Today, Stone took me to the lake where he and his sister spent their summers. He’s struggling with feeling responsible for her death, and I want to do something special for him."
Levi leans forward, interest sparking in his eyes. "What do you have in mind?"
I smile widely before telling them my plan. I just hope Stone likes it.