Chapter 18
Tex
All was right with the world. No work, I had a full stomach, and my mate was by my side as we watched some sappy show.
And a whole lotta dicks on the TV screen.
“Whoa!” I sat up straighter. “Why am I seeing so many cocks right now?”
That had Nadia chuckling.
“It’s a change room. Guys get naked in change rooms, right?”
My mate was finding my discomfort all too amusing.
“Yeah, but don’t they like only shoot them from the waist up or have them wrap a towel around themselves or something?”
Her elbow hit the couch as she stared up at me.
“Do you know how many shows I’ve been forced to watch with boobs on the screen?
” Before I could answer, she forged on. “Showing a lot of full-frontal male nudity is a feminist statement.” My mate turned towards the screen, but her eyes slid sideways.
“It’s not as if you’ve got anything to worry about.
You’re packing more heat than that entire locker room. ”
Yeah, I was. Nadia’s eyes were on the screen, but mine were on her. Watching the way she melted into the couch, her mouth falling open slightly, as if she needed to suck in deeper breaths. That and the sweet smell of her arousal had me shifting on the couch.
But that’s not what today was about.
She said no talking, so I’d abide by her rules, then when this damn show was over, I’d lay it on the line for her.
My heart rate started beating faster and it wasn’t because of the sight on the screen.
Would she accept the bond, even though I had no pack of brothers to protect and provide for her?
Would she give me a chance to prove myself worthy?
I’d asked myself that question all week, but now I knew I couldn’t leave without it answered.
So back to the TV screen, my focus shifted.
“Kiss her already!” Nadia said, pegging one of the bunched up wrappers at the screen.
“Why don’t they just tell her she’s the one for them?” I asked.
It felt like these guys were pussyfooting around this girl. Lots of longing looks and flirty comments, but no real action. That earned me an amused snort.
“That’s not what betas do.” Feeling my eyes on her, she turned my way.
“There’s no fated bond tying them together.
People have to get to know each other, work out if there’s something real there, and that takes time.
Which is where the tension comes from in the story.
Will they get it together? Is the relationship a solid one?
” Her eyes creased slightly as she stared at me. “What’s it like for an alpha?”
I swallowed hard, then lent over to take a sip of the Coke on the coffee table. Too damn sweet, it did little to dislodge the lump in my throat.
“Is it just ‘hey, baby,’” Nadia said, affecting a deeper voice. “You, me, my knot. Let’s make this happen.’”
There was no way to stop myself from grinning, even as every muscle locked down tight.
“No,” I replied, feeling like the air in the room shifted. “Have you ever had a moment when you just knew someone was right for you?”
I wanted, needed her to say yes, that she was feeling exactly what I was, even though I knew that was unlikely to be the case.
“If you met any of my exes.” She made a rude noise. “You would not ask me that question.”
“Well, an alpha does,” I replied. Abandoning all pretence of watching the screen, I turned to face her. “Like he looks out at a sea of women and sees only his fated. No one else matters, will ever matter, except for her.”
Nadia wasn’t shrinking back or wrinkling her nose in disgust, so I was on the right track, wasn’t I?
The trouble is, she also wasn’t paying her full attention to what I was saying.
“Shit, she kissed the team captain!” The remote was picked up and she pressed down the rewind button just in time to see the big beta approach the pretty girl.
When his fingers rose hesitantly, I think I knew what he was feeling.
That he didn’t dare touch something so perfect but would die miserable if he didn’t.
She gazed up at him, obviously willing him to broach the gap, and then as soon as his fingers touched her hair, they were launching themselves at each other.
Hard, punishing kisses were recorded in 4K on the screen, the sounds of their muffled moans filling the room.
And I couldn’t have wanted anything more.
Any desire that was extinguished by the locker room scene came rushing back now. My knot was hard, throbbing, because as I watched the screen, it wasn’t the actors I saw, but us.
“Phew!” Nadia flopped back against the couch once the scene was over. “I feel like I need a cigarette or something now, but why did the coach have to walk in and interrupt?” The dialogue burbled in the background as she looked over at me. “So was it good for you too?”
“Ahh… yeah.”
She watched me shift on the couch, then her eyes widened, making me curse the fact I’d worn a loose pair of grey sweatpants. The tent my cock was making was all too evident.
“So you do like this show.” Without looking back, she hit the pause button and then moved closer. “Male full-frontal nudity isn’t that much of a turn off. Want me to put the show on where the two guys fall in love? I don’t mind.”
“No, I…” Whatever I was about to say died in my throat as she slipped off the couch and down on her knees before me. “Nadia, you…”
Her hands found the waistband of my pants and she had them down and around my ankles in seconds. Cool air bathed my aching shaft, a light caress, right before her hands took over.
I was supposed to say something first, but as soon as she gripped me tight, my brain went offline. That messy bun, those sleepy eyes, and those perfect lips glistening in the morning light replaced all thought.
“You’ve been so good to me,” she said, then made the mistake of pumping her hand up and down my cock. My only answer was a low groan. “Made my pleasure your focus. No one’s ever done that for me before.”
“Uh huh…”
“So I’ve been thinking that it’s time I start to reciprocate. What do you think?”
Fucking hell, her palm covered my knot, then gave it a little squeeze, forcing precum to ooze free of the head.
“I think I’ll do whatever the fuck you want if you keep doing that,” I ground out.
“This?” Her wicked grin was accompanied by a swivel of her wrist which almost had me losing it right there. “Or maybe this?”
Looking down to see her eyes locking with mine, right before her tongue flicked out was so fucking hot. That dangerous light flickered within, right before she swept it across the head of my cock.
“Nadia…” I panted, remembering what needed to happen. There was no way I could let myself get caught up in another sexual situation without laying it all on the line. “Nadia, I…”
Of course, that was the moment when her lips met the crown of my dick.
Fuck…
Soft, so fucking soft and slick as her cunt, the feeling was amorphous and addicting. My claws shot out and only some last-minute restraint stopped me from shredding her couch. Instead, I wrapped her hair around one hand, cupping the back of her skull with the other.
“You don’t…” Her throat flexed as she took me deeper, the sensation a dizzying crescendo of pleasure. “You don’t have to…” After, I promised myself. I’ll tell her everything afterwards. “But fuck, I love that you are.”
My hips moved, thrusting very lightly, testing her gag reflex. Instead, her tongue flicked sinuously around my shaft.
“Seeing my cock disappear down your throat,” I growled. “Look how much of me you’re taking.” That seemed to spur her on, but then a guttural splutter had me pulling her free. Brushing away the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “You don’t, can’t take all of me, and the most sensitive…”
Omegas know their own minds and mine did right now.
Hand wrapping around my shaft, squeezing my knot, she sucked down my precum.
Over and over, her head bobbed. I talked plenty now, telling her how fucking beautiful she was and what she had me feeling.
That I had never experienced something so fucking intense in my life.
Perhaps that’s why I started taking over, holding her hair and thrusting faster, but never too deep, right before I felt a familiar prickle in my balls.
“I’m gonna come,” I said. “Nadia, if you don’t want this…” Her hand moved to cup the balls pulled tight against my body and then she dove deeper, cheeks hollowing. “Oh fuck… Oh fuck…”
Knocking the remote, the TV show blared in the background, but all I could focus on was her. Her lips, her tongue, her throat, right before I erupted down it. Coming was like being hit by lightning, over and over again, my roar silencing the actors finally as my whole body twitched with my release.
“Fuck…” Reaching down, I gathered Nadia in my arms, holding her close. “That was incredible. Not needed, but damn…”
I was having my own moment now. Nuzzling in close, my lips brushed her nose, her cheeks, before I went to claim her mouth.
“I haven’t washed out my mouth,” she said.
“Don’t fucking care.”
Her, me, I could taste the meld of us and couldn’t stop wanting more. I devoured my mate like she did me, nipping those lips until they were swollen and red before kissing the sting away. Vaguely, I heard the sound of thudding, but I was sure it was just my heart. What else could it be?
“Tex? Nadia?”
The spell we’d cast together was broken by the sound of Grey’s voice.
“What the hell?”
I tried to claw my mate back, but Nadia pulled free of me, going padding over to the front door. Grey barged in the moment it was unlocked, looking completely wild.
“When was your first shift?” he snapped at her and that had me muscling forward. Putting myself between him and my mate was an instinct I would never fight.
“What?” she said.
“When did you take fur for the first time?” he asked in the same desperate tone.
“Grey—” I growled, but then her response stopped me cold.
“Never.” Now both of us were standing there, staring at her. “I’ve never shifted. Why would I? I’m—”
“An omega,” we said at the same time.
“A beta…” She blinked and then stared at each one of us in turn. “A beta. I’m a beta. You call me omega because it's a kink thing. It’s all part of the fantasy.”
“We call you omega, because from the moment we met you, that’s what you scented as,” Grey said, staring at her with pale silver eyes. “If you’ve never shifted, you’re—”
“A latent.” Ethan jogged up, then shot Grey a dark look. “And I can tell you from experience, that’s really bloody dangerous.”