Chapter 17
Zachary
Ilead her towards the back of the house. When we reach the double doors, I step in front of her and instruct her to cover her eyes to add to the surprise, before opening the doors and flipping the light switch.
She allows me to guide her into the room.
“You can open now, sweetheart.”
She lets out an elated noise at the sight of the small movie theater.
It’s not a new fancy one with the special seats.
This is more of a classic style with red velvet and vintage gilded decor, the type of place modeled after old Hollywood.
She takes a deep breath of the buttery popcorn smell that greets us.
I’ll have to remember to buy a standing popcorn machine for my place the next time she comes over.
She looks at me curiously as we sit directly in the center after I scoop us some popcorn into little red-and-white striped bags. Armrests are up to ensure maximum cuddle space.
“The best seats in the house.” I wrap my arm around her as she tries the popcorn. She’s going to love the movie, and I’m going to love this evening with her.
There is a crash of thunder and she jumps in her seat again but tries to play it off. “Sorry, I hate my silly fear of thunder and lightning.”
“Have you always had it?”
“Yeah, unfortunately.” She lowers her eyes.
“Growing up, my mom’s alphas at the time had a closed-door policy.
Once they went to bed, I was not allowed to knock for any reason unless it was an absolute emergency.
Sadly for me, being scared did not qualify, no matter how young I was, so I laid outside their door till it passed.
Got tripped over a few times and just got sent back to bed.
I might be an adult now, but some things still linger. ”
Vile fuckers, the whole lot of them.
She lets out a hollow laugh. “I’ve never told anyone that. What is it with you and your friends drawing out all these confessions from me?”
I want to tell her it’s because we are her scent matches, something deep inside of her knows she can trust us with all the parts of her she has kept hidden, but instead, I say, “That was an awful rule to have for a child.”
My heart breaks for her. Every new thing I learn about her past makes me want to cherish her even more.
She shrugs, passing over the pain. “It’s better as an adult. At least now I understand it’s an electrical buildup in the clouds and not the world ending like I believed at five.”
I doubt there is anything I can say to ease that ache but I try. “Well, I have a very accessible policy—if you need anything, my door will always be open to you. Anywhere in the world. No matter what.”
“Have I told you lately how sweet you are?”
I pretend to think about it. “Not today.”
“Well, you are.” She leans in for a quick salt-tinted kiss.
The screen lights up and she gasps, turning to stare at me.
I’m ridiculously delighted at her reaction, it’s exactly what I had hoped for.
I’ve taken her on lots of expensive dates throughout the city.
Fantastic restaurants, exclusive events, even a few weekend getaways.
But I know she can get that from any alpha lucky enough to be graced with her presence.
I wanted to make tonight special.
She’d mentioned in passing her favorite childhood movie. A vibrant old animated film about a teeny tiny omega going on a big adventure and falling in love with a fairy alpha prince.
I vaguely remember it. I think my sister, Valencia, may have watched it once or twice growing up, but younger me preferred movies with more action and less romance.
My omega sings along with each song. I love her little laughs at each comedic scene, listening to the melody she hums softly, twirling a piece of her hair between my fingers.
Midway through the movie, she hunches over, letting out a small groan. Alarm bells ring in my head. I rub her back in soft circles, which seems to help a bit, the movie forgotten. After a few minutes, she sits back up with a frown. “I’m okay, it's only my stupid faux heat.”
“Can I do anything for you?” I ask, but she shakes her head.
This is reminding me of our last date, when she ran off with no plans to ever see me again.
A deep sigh slips out of me when she curls up against me again.
As the third act begins, I don’t pay much attention to the movie, instead focusing on how perfectly she fits in my arms and the feeling of her head on my chest, blackberry scent drawing me in.
She’s so peaceful there, enjoying the movie.
I puff up a little bit with pride at how much happiness this date has brought her.
When the movie is nearly over, she sits up and faces me. Her full lips are a little shiny from the butter and I automatically lean down to lick it off.
“This has been one of the best dates I’ve ever been on,” she says sincerely, glancing back at the screen for a moment before turning back to me, a sly smile spreading across her face. My dick begins to harden, and I match her mischievous grin. “What did you have in mind, little omega?”
She reaches for my belt buckle, undoing it, and her soft hand wraps around me with a tantalizing touch.
My brain sputters out. The warmth of her mixes with the anticipation of our pleasure.
She stands, towering over me as she pulls out my throbbing dick, the cool air touching the tip sending a shudder down my spine.
This omega is so damn perfect.
She moves to sink to the ground, but I toss one of the folded blankets beneath her before she gets to the floor. “You’re too precious to hurt your knees.”
“Oh,” she whispers, hand still pumping me, “such a gentleman.”
I nod, pleased at her praise. It’s the final thing she says before she leans down and takes me in her mouth. I hiss at the contact. Her warm mouth and eager tongue are perfection.
I’m in awe of her.
I sink my hands into her hair, wrapping it around my fist, pulling her hair back. She releases me with a soft pop, looking up with lust-filled eyes.
“I’m getting wet just thinking about sucking your cock.”
My omega smiles when my eyes widen in response, holding eye contact with me as her tongue reaches the base of my dick and she drags her tongue all the way to the tip. Those slow torturous licks have my hips bucking.
She takes me back into her mouth, pulling me deeper and deeper with each pump, till the tip of my dick kisses the back of her throat.
It’s too much, the sensation of it all, having her full attention.
She returns to the top of my dick and keeps sucking, her hand working in perfect harmony with those pretty pink lips.
I think I might go mad from it. On her knees before me in this movie theater might be one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.
“I need you, please,” I beg.
She laughs, standing up to slip off her shorts and throwing that see-through shirt off herself before straddling me.
“Wait, let me prep—” I exclaim but she ignores me, sitting down on me in one motion. Her eyes go wide and she takes fast little breaths before slowly moving her hips up and down. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she says, bouncing on my throbbing dick, setting a demanding pace, slick slapping against my lap. Her breasts sway in my face, still confined in her bathing suit top.
We can’t have that.
I slide my hands up her stomach, pushing up the thin material, quickly leaning in to suck on one of her nipples.
I thrust my hips up into her, drowning in the pleasure of her on top of me, her pussy so tight around me.
Her eyes are closed, enjoying this as much as I am.
I hold on to her waist, helping to lift her after each thrust of her hips, a bead of sweat falling down her face, but she’s doing too much of the work and I can’t have that.
I stand and she slips free, letting me set her down, eyes flashing open with curiosity. “Turn around for me, omega.”
She does and she leans over the plush red seat ahead of us.
I can’t get enough of her.
“Yes, like that.” I stroke myself one time before sliding back into her hot, dripping slit. She whimpers and lifts her left thigh, placing her knee on top of the other chair in front of her. We moan at the same time at this new angle.
I slam into her, slapping her ass just for fun before wrapping her hair around my hand and holding her in place.
Our scents fill the air, obscenely sweet. Fruit and sex. Lust and longing.
My name is on her lips over and over again, and I fucking love that sound.
She leans over more, giving me a perfect view of my dick sliding in and tugging on the glistening skin of her pussy wrapped around me. The drag of it is mesmerizing. Each thrust into her is such a fucking gift.
I reach around her waist and play with her clit. Her lone leg on the ground starts to shake and she comes quickly like that, her vice grip knocking the breath out of me when she does. My orgasm bursts out of me, but I quickly pull out, my knot swelling.
I sit back in my seat and rip off my shirt. She’s still folded over the chair in front of me, her swollen center dripping my cum, her slick running down her leg.
This memory is burned in my brain.
I trail my shirt up her leg and clean up the mess we made the best I can before guiding her down to sit in my lap again, straddling me once more.
I want to tell her how much I like her, that I’d give her the world if she wanted it.
About six months ago, I asked her about her future.
If she would ever want to be in a pack. She laughed my question off.
“Never. I want the peace that comes from being a sugar baby. Too many alphas want too much control. I don’t want a pack or a serious relationship. This is the best job in the world, why would I change that?”
I push down the urge to ask what I could do to change her mind and kiss her instead.