Hunter #2
But I don’t say any of that.
She’s my little sister.
She doesn’t need to know that I want to fuck my alpha housemate.
“I need to get some work done on my final project prep and I thought I would call you on the way.” I stop by the coffee shop quickly and order a decaf iced peach tea.
Being on the phone is the perfect excuse not to make small talk when I spot some omegas from my course sitting nearby.
I wasn't in the right frame of mind to people today.
Ivii squeals loudly, and for a second I have to pull my phone away from my ear, smiling awkwardly at the barista who chuckles as they hand me my drink. “Does that mean you’ve been thinking about finally putting that lunch in your calendar?”
“It’s been a week Iv,” I sigh, “Don’t act like your poor friend has been pining over me for years.”
Back outside in the sunshine, I take a deep breath. The air smells like cherry blossoms and syrup. Someone is close to their heat, the sweet perfume making my skin prickle and my cock twitch. Time to leave.
I’d been thinking about the best way to handle things with Evans moving forward, and when I was in my studio last night, covered in cum, I realised that I needed a distraction.
“And I may have some free time coming up.” If that distraction turned into something more, then I was all for it. But right now, I was going to get over a certain stubborn alpha, by getting under someone new.
“This could be the start of your great love story.” My sister sighs, ever the delusional romantic.
My mind flashes back to Evans, and how I’d left him sitting on the floor in the house. His dark hair ruffled, his face relaxed, wearing the easy smile I’d missed. Shaking my head, I focus instead on the building in front of me.
Almost there.
Almost safe.
“Ivii, I'm too much alpha for a great love story. How can I tie myself to one person forever?” I’m joking, sort of.
I resisted relationships because I knew my alpha side was a lot to handle.
I’d need someone who matched my energy. Someone who could take me on, but also fall apart in my hands. On my tongue. Impaled on my cock.
Ivii sighs, and I can picture her now, sitting on the sofa shaking her head at me. “You’re just stubborn, Hunt. One day you’re going to meet someone and everything will click into place. And you know what? You’re going to be fucked.”
“Goddess, I hope so.” Looking up at the sky, I push aside the images of a certain hot, tanned athletic body.
I was obsessed. I would say becoming obsessed, but I think I was past that stage.
After my sad, lonely jerk off sessions in my studio, I’d taken to painting, drawing or sculpting whatever was in my head. It always comes back to him these days.
“Not like that, you pervert.” I can hear the disgust in her voice, and I laugh. Sometimes I enjoyed nothing more than grossing out my sister. Big brother perks. “You’re going to have one of those great loves, where the sun rises and sets with this person. It will be game over. Like mom and dad.”
My parents were fated mates. And even if they weren’t, I think they still would love each other the same way.
They just made sense together in a way that I couldn’t really explain.
When you meet them on their own, you might wonder how they make it work, but when you see them together, it just all clicks together.
I don’t think a love like that is in the cards for me, but if it was…I already know there’s no way my alpha would ever accept anything less than everything. That’s a lot to ask of someone.
Rolling my eyes, I enter the code to my studio door and let myself inside. “Have you been playing with tarot cards again?”
It needs a clean in here, there are half finished sketches everywhere. Cups with dirty paint water in them. And it reeks of pheromones and frustrated sex.
“I don't need my cards. I know your future because I know you.” My sister sounds smug and I swallow back a laugh. I wish I was half as optimistic about life and love as she was.
Heading to my desk, I slide open a draw and pull out an unfinished joint. Sparking up, I take a deep drag, holding it in while I close my eyes before I exhale with a hiss.
“And you think this great love might be your friend.”
“I think Percy has potential. Which is why you need to take him to Escadors and be charming.” Ivii has it all planned out, it wouldn’t surprise me to find she’d already booked a table. Her cheery voice suddenly turns serious, “And wear a shirt.”
Chuckling, I slide all the scraps of paper on my desk straight into the bin. I didn’t need to keep them. I already know I’ll end up drawing more.
The sweet smelling smoke wraps around me as I take another hit. “Surely if you really want me to win him over, I should just be naked.”
With that thought in mind, I kick off my shoes, my clothes feeling too tight. Too restrictive. Freedom, my alpha demands as I try to tune out the world.
As I chase a high to dull the need in my bones, Ivii’s voice fades, becoming more muted as she hisses down the line. “Eww. No. Why are you such a lecherous horndog? How are we even related?”