Chapter 18 #2
Denny and Baxter are always looking for the right people to join their pack. They’re very open and accepting. Just not with my Alphas.
My Alphas. When did I start seeing them as mine?
They’re your scent matches, Lexi. If that isn’t enough to put a claim on them, I don’t know what else would be.
“Now, be a doll and let me know what new books you have in.”
His face lights up. “Girl, we have so much good stuff.”
Denny goes on to tell me about a book with an Omega who goes to a school to find her pack before her first heat.
But she doesn’t want just any pack; she’s holding out for her scent match.
But then she falls hard for her Beta bodyguard and is fine with just being with him.
Only, she bumps into her scent match at the library.
Turns out her pack is a group of guys who are always overlooked because they don’t look like what society thinks Alphas should be.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need that one.” He hands the book over to me, and I read the title. We Are Worthy. Cute name.
“If you end up liking that one, you should read the main character's brother's book.” He pulls out another book called We Are Destiny. “He’s in love with his sister's best friend, but she already has a pack. So when he realizes she’s his Alpha, shit hits the fan. But in a fun way, and also in a break-your-heart kinda way.”
“You know I don’t like sad endings.”
“Don’t worry, everything works out. Total happy ending. Two Omegas, one male and one female. Two hot, Viking Alphas, and a sexy little Alpha female. So much spice!” He fans himself. “I wish I was Spencer, that’s for sure.”
“But you don’t like women,” I laugh.
“I would if it meant I got to be the meat in that man sandwich.” He jabs his finger at the book. “Read it.”
“Okay, okay, I will,” I laugh.
“Now, shoo. Go look at all the pretty new editions we just got in.”
“He’s an interesting person.” Aiden comments as we leave Denny to look around.
“He’s a good guy. Just nosy.”
“Seems like most people in this town are. Not really fans of Alphas from what I’ve seen.”
“It’s to be expected,” I tell him as I look at the special edition table.
“This town is built on the foundation of Omegas finding their safe place. But it’s not just Omegas.
It’s anyone who needs a place to start over.
Sadly, most people who live here have been hurt in some way by Alphas.
Not all, but most. We’re very cautious when it comes to newcomers, especially Alphas.
Don’t take it personally.” I look over at him.
He’s standing nearby, his hands in his pockets. He’s dressed in a red and black plaid coat, dark jeans, and black boots. He’s really rocking the sexy, mountain man vibe, and I think I’m a fan of it.
“I don't,” he says. “You’re right, it’s to be expected.
I just hate that there's so much evil in this world that a place like this needs to exist. Just because an Alpha has the kind of power they do, doesn’t mean they have the right to use it in any other way than what it’s intended for.
We’re designed to be protectors and providers.
The moment we make someone feel unsafe, we’ve failed our job as an Alpha.
Being in power, thinking you're some kind of god and a gift to the world, doesn’t make you an Alpha, it makes you a piece of shit.
That goes for any designation. Unfortunately, it’s Alphas who have the ability to abuse that power, to use a lot of things against Omegas.
Control being the biggest but, sexually too.
Alphas aren't owed an Omega’s body just because they’re an Alpha. A monster is a monster.”
I clutch the books to my chest, my body shaking with the need to cry. Damn pregnancy hormones.
“Damn you,” I croak out. Aiden’s face falls.
“I’m sorry if I said anything that upset you. That wasn’t my intention.” He pulls his hands from his pockets to reach for me, but he stops himself.
“I’m not upset with you.” I start to cry. God, how embarrassing.
“Siren, you’re killing me here,” he groans. “I really want to comfort you right now.
And I cry harder. Because, why not?
“Hug me,” I hiccup. “Please?”
“Are you sure?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, nodding frantically, an overwhelming need for my Alpha’s touch taking hold of me.
Two arms wrap around me and I’m pulled into the embrace of my Alpha.
Almost immediately, I feel better. His touch fills me with a sense of safety.
My face is pressed to his chest, and I inhale his scent deeply.
Apple cider clouds my head, and I relax into his touch. Fuck. Why do I love this so much?
Whimpering, I snuggle in closer, his arms holding me tighter. He buries his face in the top of my head, and I smile as I feel his breath as he inhales my scent too.
And then he does something I’ve never heard before, but read about in all the romance books.
A deep, low rumble starts, making his whole chest vibrate. He’s purring. For me. It’s something Alphas normally only do to make an Omega feel better.
Knowing that he cares about the fact that I’m upset and wants to make me feel better has me wanting to cry again.
I nearly fall asleep in his arms before he speaks. “Lexi?” his voice is soft.
“Mhhmm.”
He chuckles, making his whole body shake. “Sweetheart, are you sleeping?”
“Maybe,” I mumble, then rub my cheek against his chest.
“Do you want to go sit down? Or would you like to keep shopping?”
“Sit.”
“Do you want to walk, or would you like me to carry you?”
Maybe it’s being spoiled by Emmett and his constant need to carry me places, but I know my decision when I move my arms to wrap around the back of his neck.
He grabs the back of my legs, hoisting me into his arms, careful to stay away from my butt.
Why does his being a gentleman make me pout? And why do I want him to touch my butt?
He carries me over to one of the couches, and I sit there in his lap, arms still around him, face buried in his neck.
I’m aware of the fact that his hands are now on my hips, holding me up.
“Am I heavy?” I murmur against this throat.
“What? No, of course not.”
“Then why aren’t you letting me put all my weight down?” I smile, knowing why, but wanting to see what he says. He’s aroused, that much I can smell on him.
He clears his throat. “You smell like heaven, sweetheart. Your scent is like an aphrodisiac. And I don’t want you to think I’m some creepy perv.”
“Are you hard, Alpha?” I can’t hide my amusement, chuckling softly.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I surprise myself and kiss his throat, making a deep rumble start in his chest. “Knowing you’re being such a gentleman about it makes you the opposite of a perv, Aiden. Let go of my hips, please.”
He does as I ask without hesitation, and I lower myself down. When the thick outline of his cock presses against my jean-covered core, I can’t help but whimper.
Need spikes through me. My nipples harden into stiff peaks, pressing against my bra. My perfume pours from me as I struggle to keep myself still.
All I want to do is rub myself against this man and cum.
My breathing picks up, and I start to squirm, gasping when the movement adds pressure to my swollen, aching clit.
“Lexi,” he rasps. “Sweetheart. Do you want to go?”
“No,” I whimper.
“What do you need, sweetheart? Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
“Anything?” I breathe against his neck.
“Anything.”
Good. Then he won't mind if I do this.
Rocking my hips against his cock, I nearly sob from the pleasure that crashes into me.
I’m aware of the fact that we’re in a public place, and I'm dry humping my Alpha, but thankfully, it’s still early, and it normally doesn’t get busy at this time on weekdays. It’s usually the best time for me to come, so I’m alone.
The area with the couches is at the back of the store, hidden by a few bookshelves.
Are there cameras? I have no idea. The possibility doesn’t stop me from grinding my greedy cunt against him again.
Aiden lets out a long, low, deep groan, his chest rising and falling as his breathing picks up.
He smells so good. Feels even better.
I rock my hips with urgency, the need to cum overpowering any rational thought.
Rubbing my face into his neck, I start to feel like I’m losing myself in him. Everything feels too right, so perfect. He feels like home, like a piece of my heart has been clicked into place right alongside Emmett’s.
I’ve never felt so Omega in my life, apart from when I went into heat. Honestly, if I could go into heat pregnant, I’d think I’d be starting mine right now.
Whining, I rub my face against his, scent-marking him, as I work myself over.
The tightness in my belly coils to the point that I can't breathe. Every rock of my hips sends me further towards the orgasm I’m desperate for.
“Fuck. Siren. You feel so good,” he whispers low, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
Something inside me snaps at the knowledge that I’m making my Alpha feel good. I move faster and faster, but the more work I put my body through, the more tired I become. I whine, getting frustrated.
“Can I touch you, sweetheart? Can I help you feel good?”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please.”
His hands find my hips, pressing me down against his cock harder. My eyes roll back as Aiden grunts, chest heaving, while he grinds my core against his cock.
My head spins, my perfume flowing off me in waves. I’m so close to the edge, all I need is one little push before I’m free-falling over the edge.
And just like that, my orgasm crashes into me. My body starts to shake on top of him, my pussy fluttering around nothing as slick gushes free.
I cum so hard, I don’t even realize what I’m doing. To smother my scream, I bite down on Aiden’s neck. Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me, and I ride out the euphoric feeling.
Aiden grunts, and I feel his cock pulsing under me, a long choked groan leaving his lips.
Holy shit.
Did he just cum in his pants?
Did I just get off by dry humping in the bookstore?