Chapter 10 Danny
I HAD SEX. Sort of. An Alpha gave me an orgasm, on purpose, with his fingers inside me, when I’d never even given myself one.
After Saxon dropped me off, I drifted into our apartment, where Ace and Baylor were making steak and mashed potatoes.
“Eating like this will never get old,” Baylor said, flipping the meat thermometer into the air and catching it.
Ace kicked at Baylor’s ankle. “Yeah, thanks to Luke’s money you can be a proper meathead.”
“You’re just jealous of my biceps.” Baylor held up his arm, flexing and showing off his muscles, as Ace rammed into him, tackling him to the floor.
I swerved to avoid them. “Don’t forget about the steak in the saucepan,” I said, peering at the butter that sizzled around it. I cracked a window to let in some fresh air. I didn’t eat much meat, but they loved it, so I tried my best not to complain about the smell.
I’d always had plenty of time to study. But now that I was seeing Saxon, I was going to have to manage my time wisely.
Zander appeared, holding up a hand mixer. “Danny, dude. Don’t run and hide. We made the potatoes just for you.”
“Oh.” I grinned. It was such a relief to see him doing so well. I owed my brothers a huge debt. While I’d been out with Saxon, they’d been making Zander feel welcome, even cooking with him. “Thanks. I can’t wait to try them.”
The five of us ate together, and then played a round of poker before everyone went to bed.
The next day, Luke sent Zander a package. Luke had used his connections to help Zander change his last name legally, and get a new ID. He was my cousin, but as usual, my brothers stepped up. Each day, one of them took a turn taking him out and showing him around Crestfire HIll. Even Haven and Hollis took a turn. Zander wasn’t sure about college yet, but he wanted to pull his weight, so he wanted a job.
Haven took Zander shopping for new clothes. Hollis helped him fill out job applications. I had him practice interviewing. Cason picked out a laptop for him. Baylor insisted on teaching him self-defense. And Ace taught Zander to swim. “It’s too dangerous not to know how to swim,” he said. “We live close to a lake. And there’s a river close by, and of course the ocean.”
Then he dragged him off to hike, insisting that he also needed to know what plants were poisonous.
“I bet foraging for wild mushrooms wasn’t in his plans for today,” Cason said.
Ace was undeterred. “You never know when you might need it,” Ace said.
Of course, Zander didn’t know that Saxon was paying all of his bills. I wasn’t sure how he thought we lived like this. Maybe the cost of living in New York State hadn’t sunk in just yet.
Zander survived the mushroom foraging trip, and was enthusiastic to try foraging again, this time for berries. While they were gone, I gave Ace some of Saxon’s money, and he searched for a suitable bike.
Once Zander and I were alone, I pulled him aside. “Ace got you a bike,” I said. He knew that none of us had a car. The bus system was reliable enough, and we all had bikes.
Instead of saying thanks, or looking at the bike, which was waiting in our bedroom, he covered his face with his hands.
“Hey. What’s wrong?”
He sobbed and shook his head. “You’ve been so nice to me. All of you. I’ll never forgive myself for lying to you. For making you believe I was an Alpha.”
I put my hand on his back. “Zander… You were trying to survive. I don’t blame you for that.”
I spent the next half hour consoling him while he cried. I didn’t mind; he probably needed the release. Once he was feeling better, he went off to work on a puzzle with Ace, and I called Saxon.
“I’m glad he’s settling in,” Saxon said.
“Thanks to you.”
Saxon shook his head. “I’ve done nothing.”
“He wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. And that’s the truth.” I would have blocked Zander’s number, if I hadn’t had Saxon to rely on.
“What do you think about a painting class?” Saxon asked, out of the blue.
“Painting?”
“For our next date.”
“I’d love that.”
“Have you ever done one before?”
“No. I took art in high school, but I haven’t had room for it in my schedule in college.” Art history was required for my degree, but not physical art. And our budget had never allowed for extras like a painting class for fun.
We talked for a few more minutes, and by then I was tired. He told me goodnight, with plans to pick me up the next evening for the painting class.
***
On the way to the painting class, I put my hand in his. Usually, he was the one reaching out and touching me. But maybe he’d like it if I touched him as well. It was hard to believe, but maybe a Fae Alpha needed reassurance sometimes as well. “You’re doing great, you know,” I said.
“Great at what?” he asked.
“Dating,” I said.
His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”
“Yes. Haven is so chatty. He’s somehow gotten to know some other sugar babies on a message board, and he’s told me what it’s like. He said a lot of sugar daddies take their dates on really crazy shopping trips. and buy them expensive clothes and shoes, but you’ve done exactly the sort of things I like.”
“And you wouldn”t like shopping trips?” he asked.
“Not at all. I don”t know anything about clothes, and I”m okay with that. Haven tries to dress me up sometimes, but I wouldn”t want to do it as a date.” I smiled. “You should have seen Hollis the first time he went to your club. He tried to wear his usual uniform of a polo shirt and jeans. Cason started yelling at him and Ace found clothes in his closet that fit.”
“So Hollis wore the clothes Ace recommended?”
“Very grudgingly. But he looked great.”
Saxon laughed out loud as we took our seats in the painting class.
The class was fun. It was just challenging enough to keep our attention, but not so difficult that we got frustrated. The teacher gave us step by step instructions to paint a willow tree. I enjoyed mixing the colors and finding just the right shade of brown for the bark and green for the leaves.
When we were done, we both had a canvas with a decent depiction of a willow tree.
“Would you like to come back to my house?” Saxon asked. “I’ll make sure to have you home in time to study.”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. My body craved his touch.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Saxon had me up against the wall. He wasn’t rough, but he gripped my waist with a firm hand. “I couldn”t stop thinking about this.” He licked over my neck. “About having you like this.”
As soon as his hands touched me, I was wet. I tilted my head back and moaned. “Saxon. Don’t stop.”
He pulled back to look at me. “This isn’t too much?”
“No. It’s just right.”
He dropped to his knees. He pulled my jeans down and mouthed over my underwear.
My small cock was rock hard under his mouth. He pulled my underwear down too. Once my cock was free, he took all of it into his mouth, sucking with force.
I screamed. I was so close.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet,” he said. He spun me around. “I need to see more of this little round bottom.” He spent a few seconds squeezing my backside while I pressed my face against the wall and panted for breath.
Suddenly, his finger was against my entrance. “You’re so wet. I love that” He pushed one thick finger into my hole. I slumped forward with my cheek mashed against the wall, unable to hold myself up.
He lifted me, pants still around my thighs, and carried me, then bent me over the arm of the couch. He tugged my shoes off and then my pants and pushed my legs open until I was completely exposed. “You’re still so tight,” he said. “Do you have any toys?”
“No,” I gasped as his finger hit my sweet spot. “No toys.”
“I’ll get you one.” He rubbed his finger in a circle in that same spot, making my brain go fuzzy with need. “I’ll get you a nice slender dildo, one that you can press into your cute little ass when you think about my cock.”
“Oh God,” I breathed. I couldn”t take it.
“Yes. I think that’s what I’ll do. I’ll get you a toy, and I’ll teach you how to pleasure yourself with it.”
That was all it took. I came all over his couch, screaming as waves of electric pleasure shook my body. I managed to flip myself over so I could see him. This time I wasn’t going to leave him without relief. “You too. Please, Alpha.”
I loved the way his eyes flashed dark when I called him Alpha. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his massive cock out. Finally. I could see it, and touch it. I could even taste it.
I pushed myself off the sofa, still wobbling. I ignored the headrush and got on my knees on the floor. I had no idea what I was doing, but I looked up at him. Even post-orgasm, I knew I’d have to convince him with words. He was so careful with me all the time. It’s awkward, but you can say it. “I want you in my mouth.”
His eyes widened. “You’re sure.”
“Yes.” I was going to suck his cock. “No one’s ever put their cock in my mouth before.”
“Good,” he growled. He took my jaw in his hand and guided his cock to my lips. “Open.”
I opened my mouth and waited. I’d never watched porn. I’d never studied blowjob techniques. I was going to need him to take the reins today.
And he did. He pulled his hips back, just a bit, and pushed in. His cock was so big that I had to really concentrate on keeping my mouth open. As his cock brushed over my lips, my hole ached. God. I was getting turned on again. Later I would study what to do. And next time I’d be able to go down on him with confidence. But today, he seemed to like fucking my mouth.
He kept the rhythm slow and steady as he rocked his hips forward. “I like seeing you on your knees,” he said, “with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
I loved being filled. If I liked his cock in my mouth this much, what would it feel like if he pushed it inside my hole? It was never going to happen. I couldn’t let it, no matter how much I might want it. Even with birth control and condoms, pregnancy could happen. I’d learned that from my brothers.
As I closed my eyes and hummed, he continued to thrust into my mouth. His hands tightened in my hair. “I’m close,” he said. “I can pull away.”
I shook my head as much as I could. I wanted his seed on me and in me. He couldn’t fill my hole, but he could fill my mouth.
He stopped thrusting as his cock swelled. He shouted as it pulsed into my mouth with the force of his orgasm. His fluids filled my mouth. I swallowed some, but more ran out my mouth and down my chin, dripping onto my chest. His big cock stayed hard until he pulled away. He dropped to his knees in front of me, kissing me on the forehead. “You’re incredible. Seeing you covered in my come is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He smeared his hand over my collarbone, rubbing it into my skin.
With a quick motion, he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom, where he wet down a washcloth with warm water. While he rinsed me off, he said, “you already told me you don’t masturbate. You really don’t have a toy?”
“No.” I’d never felt the need for one.
“What about during your heats?”
“After the first one, I never had another.”
“You never had another? Why not? What did the doctor say?”
“I went to the free clinic that’s a part of the university. She said it was a trauma reaction, and that when I felt comfortable, I might have another heat. Or she said I might never. She said some people don’t.” I lifted one shoulder. “And that was fine with me. Otherwise, I was completely healthy.”
“What about children?”
“I don’t plan to mate or have children.”
“Ever?” he asked.
“No. Do you?”
“No.”
He didn’t elaborate, and I didn’t push. His reasons were his own. After I was clean, he carried me to his bed and I drifted off. I was aware of Saxon opening his laptop, but I didn’t pay attention. Later on, he got up and came back with a wrapped box. “For you,” he said. His eyes glinted as he smiled.
I opened the box carefully, pulling off the white bow and peeling back the navy blue paper. “Oh.” I said when I saw the contents of the box. It was a toy. An adult toy, for intimate pleasure, or so the box said. It was a bright blue silicone vibrator, made especially for omegas.
“Would you like me to show you how to use it?”
“Yes.” At that point I realized I was in his bed. I was still naked, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull the covers back.
“Is it easier for you if I just take over?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yes.”
He rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled me up on my knees before tucking a pillow under my hips. He pushed my legs open. My face flamed as he spread my cheeks. “You’re still wet from earlier,” he said. “If you’re not wet, you’ll need lubricant. There’s some included in this box, and I’ll get more.”
He slowly pressed the toy against my hole while I did my best not to tense up. “I could look at you like this all day,” he said, brushing his fingers over my perineum. He pushed his hand under my body to stroke my cock while he worked the toy into my entrance.
I’d just come two hours earlier, but my body didn’t care. Once he got my cock hard, my hole opened up for him and the toy slipped in. It hit my glands, and I yelped.
“Good,” he said. He pressed a button, and the toy vibrated.
Oh God! I screamed and flailed, falling off the pillow as my body jerked.
He turned the toy off. “We’ll save that for later.” He turned me over onto my back and opened my legs again. “Now you try.”
I took the toy into my hand and just barely thrust it into my hole. “Good,” He said, as I panted. “I like seeing you pleasure yourself while I watch.”
He was still naked, and I stared at his chiseled abs and massive cock while I pumped the toy in and out of my ass. I hadn’t gotten a chance to really look at him earlier, but now I could. His ethereal looks didn’t end with his face. His chest was carved in marble, his thighs were strong and powerful, and I longed to lick his flat stomach. And his big cock was perfect.
Too soon, he took the toy away. “We don”t want to overdo it. You’ll end up sore.” He boxed it back up. “I look forward to hearing how you like having it in your apartment.”
Oh Lord. Now that I’d started down this path, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get any studying done.
***
But as intriguing as the toy was, I didn’t use it for several days. For one thing, I hadn’t gotten turned on enough to pull it out of its hiding place in my closet. I did have an essay due, and I spent time with Zander as well. For four days I worked on my classwork, and only spoke to Saxon on the phone. But once I’d submitted my work, I was desperate to see him.
To make up for my absence, the following week, he took me out almost every single night. The only times we didn’t go out was when I was buried under a mountain of homework.
We saw a Broadway play, went ice skating, and took a cooking class where we learned to make homemade pizza. Each night, I had class the next morning, so I didn’t allow myself to go back to his house. But I wanted to. My body craved his touch. I’d had to settle for a few passionate kisses at the door.
He traced his fingers over my jaw. “You can spend the night at my place any time you’d like.”
“I know. But I want to be around for Zander. And I still have quite a bit of research to do.”
He accepted my reasoning without a fight. Then finally, on a Wednesday night in late March, I finished one of my papers early and texted Saxon. He came to pick me up immediately.
“What’s happening tonight?” I asked.
“There’s a garden festival.”
“That sounds lovely.” And it was. We paid the small entry fee, and Saxon donated several hundred dollars to the flustered gate cashier. Every trace of winter was gone. Red and pink azaleas lined the walkway, and the magnolia trees were beginning to bud. Vendors were selling seeds, flowers and plants of all types. I stopped to admire the tomatoes.
“We grow these in a greenhouse,” the woman explained. “Here. Taste one.”
The tart flavor burst on my tongue.
Next we stopped at a garden booth with a strawberry vine. The strawberries were small, but sweet like a piece of candy.
Saxon bought me an entire box of strawberries. “I like the way your eyes shine when you taste them,” he whispered.
Oh gosh. Do not get wet in public. “Saxon,” I warned. But I’d learned my lesson. I wasn’t going to repeat what happened while we were rollerblading. I now wore underwear made for omegas.
He smirked.
The only drawback to the entire date was that people stared at Saxon. I don’t mean they gave him a once over. They really stared. They gaped at him. Both male and female omegas stopped and looked at him with clear appreciation. Our other dates had been more active, or more private, so I hadn’t really noticed just how much attention he attracted. We’d gone skating during the day, and hardly anyone had been there. We stood in the front row of the cooking class, and during the play, I’d been too busy watching the action on stage.
“Is it always like this?” I tried to keep my tone even, but I could feel my chin jutting out.
“Always like what?”
“Do people always stare at you? Watch you?”
“Oh yes. That’s a Fae thing.”
Huh. I wasn’t sure about that. I’d seen other Fae before. I was pretty sure this level of interest was for Saxon himself. “It doesn’t bother you?” I asked.
“No. I expect it, if I’m around anyone besides other Fae.” He squeezed my hand. “Does it bother you?”
I crossed my arms. “I don’t like it.”
He smiled. “You’re pouting. That’s adorable.”
I scowled. I wasn’t proud of being jealous. It wasn’t a feeling I’d ever really experienced. I spent the most time with Haven and Cason, but we were all close. If one of my brothers was busy, I had four more to choose from. None of them had ever made me feel left out, so I didn’t get jealous. And since I’d never dated, I’d have had the chance to be jealous of a romantic partner. Until now.
Saxon pressed his lips to mine as he dropped me off at my apartment. He smelled of balsam fir, his usual masculine scent, but also of spring, of cherry blossoms, and of the strawberries from the gardens we’d just visited.
His big hands encircled my waist. “Sure you don’t want to go back to my place?”
“I want to. But I really can’t.” I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t let my new-found crush interfere with my schoolwork. Crush. That was a funny word for a sugar daddy. But it was accurate. “I’ll see you soon,” I said, clenching my legs together. I had on the omega underwear, but having his hands on my waist and his lips on my mouth had set me off — my body was producing slick like crazy.
“Bye sweetheart,” he said, giving me a lingering kiss.
Oh Lord. That was it. I had to go. “Bye!” I slammed the door behind me and bolted it.
I was leaking so much I had to run to the bathroom. Shit. I’d forgotten my toy. I charged out of the bathroom, banging the door into the wall. Thank God my roommates didn’t seem to be home. I grabbed my toy from its hiding spot, hesitating in the doorway. I couldn’t do this in my room, not now that Zander and I shared. Besides, I’d need a shower afterward.
I shoved the toy under my shirt in case anyone barged into the apartment. I got the bathroom door locked behind me, and I stripped my pants off in record time.
I pushed my toy into my hole, imagining it was Saxon. It was slim, so it went right into my opening, with no resistance.
The phone rang. It was Saxon, of course. I fumbled to hit the button to accept the call. “Hello.” My voice was shaky. He was going to know what I was doing. But ignoring the call was not an option. I wanted to hear the timbre of his deep voice.
“Danny. Tell me what you’re doing.”
I turned onto my stomach, got my knees under me. I couldn’t risk putting the phone on speaker so I propped it against the cabinet, close to my face. “How.” I stopped to suck in air. “How did you know?”
“I could smell your slick.”
Oh wow. I pulled the toy back, then pushed it in again, mimicking a thrust.
“So tell me what you’re doing right now. Describe it to me.”
“Um. You know.” My hand trembled. “The toy.”
“I’m glad you’re using it. Give me details.”
“Me too,” I said, voice wavering. “Ah. I have it. Um. It’s in my hole.” I moaned. “I’m pushing it. In and out.” I was so close. Knowing he was picturing what I was doing was killing me.
“Does it feel good?” he asked.
“So good.” But I still wished it was him.
“Are you close?”
I pressed the toy in, twisting it, pretending it was Saxon’s fingers. “Yes,” I gasped.
“Come for me,” he said.
I came. Just like he said. Light burst behind my eyes. My climax shocked my system. I collapsed to the floor, stuffing my hand into my mouth so I didn’t make too much noise, just in case anyone came home. As I laid there on the floor, I listened to him murmur into the phone. I’d get up in a minute. For now, I was going to enjoy the sound of his voice in my ear.