Prologue #3
I wake up a few hours later, a whimper resounding next to me. My cock throbs at the sound, and I turn over and see my omega on his back, his fist shuttling up and down his dick, the fingers of his other hand pushing in and out of his wet hole.
He smells like warm vanilla again. He smells like need.
“Alpha,” he moans, his gaze hitting mine. His pupils are wide, the mismatched irises just thin rings.
I sit up and reach over, pulling his hands away from his body and pushing them to his side.
“You want my mouth?”
I don’t wait for a response.
“You—Alpha,” he moans as I lower my mouth onto his dick, my fingers pushing into his body at the same time. He gasps, his hands moving into my hair, his neck straining to watch.
“Alpha, you don’t have to,” he groans.
“I want. You smell so good. I could eat you all fucking night.”
“Oh my gods,” he murmurs. “No one…no one’s said that to me before…no one.”
“Liars. All of them.”
I fall onto him once more, and this time, I don’t stop, just pull him further into my throat. I’ve never sucked dick, but it feels right. And the one thing about me is I take care of my omegas. They’re not just holes to be used for ruts. I make sure they’re satisfied at the end. Happy even.
His body trembles under mine, his fingernails scraping my scalp. He’s close to an orgasm, and when my finger reaches his prostate and presses against it, his cum fills my mouth. I swallow all of it down, pulling my fingers from his ass and licking my way up his chest.
“Delicious,” I murmur.
When I’m hovering over his face, his legs wrapped around my waist, I push my dick into him. He groans, his hands scrambling to find purchase against me. They land on my biceps, and he holds on as I piston my hips back and forth, my cock tunneling in and out of his tight, wet hole.
My eyes catch his, and we stare at each other until his lashes flutter and he comes again, his back arching off the pallet.
It’s then that I pull out of him, flip him over, and fuck into him as he lies prone.
This angle makes us both groan. It’s tight and hot, and it’s not much longer before my knot fills him, stretching him impossibly wide.
He groans and then sighs as I pull him into my chest and turn us onto our sides.
“This is the best heat I’ve ever had,” my omega whispers, his voice groggy.
“That’s because you’re with your alpha,” I say softly.
My hand moves up to his throat, holding it softly, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse.
“Mine.”
“Yours,” he whispers back.
He’s silent for a moment, and then he adds, “Thank you. I won’t forget this.”
A second later, I hear soft snores emanating from his slumbering form. I don’t know why he’s thanking me, but I’ll make sure he knows how much I want him.
I let my eyes close, telling myself that when the two of us are awake, I’ll show him how an alpha should treat him.
In my dreams, I see him, those mismatched eyes, his glistening body. That pendant on his chest.
He’s mouthing words I don’t understand, and I reach out for him, but he slips away.
When I wake up a few hours later, the sun not even breaking the horizon yet, the cave is empty and I’m all alone.
I grumble as I rub at my eyes, sitting up and wondering why I slept so hard.
I never do, my body trained from too many years of work to sleep long.
My gaze wanders around the cave as I ponder where he went.
Part of me already knows he’s long gone, but the other part tells me to hunt him down and drag him back.
To show him who he belongs to.
How the hell is he going to get through the rest of his heat without me?
Not bothering with clothes, I stride down the hallway, my eyes catching on alphas and omegas in various stages of fucking before I enter the main bar. In the corner by the fireplace is someone I recognize, a shifter who doesn’t have a pack.
Red.
Our eyes meet, and his narrow as he assesses me. But I don’t have time for the stare-down. Instead, my gaze moves to the bartender behind the counter.
I know he’s an alpha because we’ve spoken before, but currently, he’s getting his ass pounded by someone, his mouth open in a pained moan.
“Fuck,” he grunts when he sees me approach. He reaches behind himself and tries to slap the other alpha off him, but to no avail.
“Don’t worry, I don’t care.” My brother, Forest, is an alpha who likes to get fucked. I have nothing against it, even though it is looked down upon by many people in town.
I don’t care what people like, as long as they aren’t hurting anyone in the process. And it seems that both are into what they’re doing because the alpha behind the bartender doesn’t let up. He just grunts as he thrusts in and out of him, skin slapping loudly as their bodies connect.
“Have you seen an omega leave? Two different colored eyes?” I ask.
The bartender nods, and then his head is pushed down onto the bar by the alpha behind him, a large hand holding him there. His eyes strain up to meet mine. “Left an hour ago. Didn’t tell me where he was going,” he pants out.
I frown, wondering why he fucking left and if he’s coming back. But my mind is sidetracked when I hear the bartender swear.
“Shit. Fuck! I’m gonna—”
I turn around and stride back to my cave, not wanting to watch them get each other off. I’m pissed that my time with my omega was cut short, and that I have no idea how to find him.
Or if he even wants to be found.
I pace the small cave, smelling the scent of him he left behind. A burnt cinnamon, frazzled and strong. My nose twitches, and I growl slightly.
Some part of me knows he’s not coming back.
I hear a moan from another room, and I know I could join another couple here, make the most of my time. Some would happily invite me in, but I’m not feeling it. I want the omega with different colored eyes and changing scents.
So, I wait to see if he returns, but he never does. By nightfall, I give up, dressing and packing my small bag of things, and I make my way out to my truck.
And as I drive away from The Den, I tell myself I’ll get over it.
He’s just an omega. I’ll find another. This possessiveness I feel is just a one-off. It will fade.
Even so, there’s a small part of me that questions if it will. Maybe I’ll see those different-colored eyes and smell the varying scents of him for the rest of my boring fucking life.