Chapter 13 #2
“Please. Please,” I beg, not caring that someone could look up and make out our bodies writhing against the window.
“You want them to see who owns you?”
“Yes.”
“And who is that?” he asks, his mouth grazing my ear. “Who fucking owns you, Arbor?”
“My alpha.”
“Mm,” he hums and then shifts his hips back and stuffs himself inside of me with a grunt.
I gasp at the feeling of him splitting me in two. It hurts so fucking good. His hands are on me, making me tremble. They touch my cock, pluck at my nipples, before two fingers go into my mouth.
“Suck,” he says, and I do. My tongue twists around his fingers, and he groans, his face buried in my neck as he pistons his hips in and out of me. Like a fucking machine. My machine.
I moan around him, my hole clenching at his length, trying to keep him inside of me. Not that he’s leaving me. His fucks are slow and purposeful while also being rough, rattling my teeth with each thrust.
“More.”
“I’ll give you more when I want to, Omega,” he murmurs, his teeth sinking into my skin. Light, but there. Something flares inside of me—a wish, a hope.
Would he mark me? Would my omega accept it?
His lips pop off, and his hands move into my hair, tilting my head just so. His mouth descends on mine, and he kisses me roughly, his tongue pushing into me, swallowing my desperation.
And then he moves faster, our skin slapping together, the squelch of my slick lubing his way into me, loud and persistent.
When I come, I coat the window in front of me, Glenn swallowing my moans as his own release pulses into my channel. He doesn’t let go, though. He just continues to kiss me, his dick buried inside of my ass, his hands running up and down my chest, touching every part of me.
When our mouths part, he presses his forehead against mine.
“You want to stay?” I ask, breathless.
His eyelashes flutter open.
“In my bed.”
He hesitates a moment, and if he weren’t still inside of me, I’d turn around and run, but he says, “If you turn off the purifiers.”
My eyes widen, and he runs his nose up my cheek.
“I want to smell exactly who you are. I want it to cover me.”
“You’ll hate it.”
“Let me try.”
His cock slips from me, and I feel his release trickle from my hole.
He rests his head against my shoulder, and I reach back and run my fingers through his hair.
“Are you sure?”
“Mhm,” he murmurs. “Now come on. I’m going to eat my cum right out of you.”
My legs are spread wide, Glenn’s tongue in my ass. He pushed me down on the bed after I turned off the purifiers in the loft, and then he descended. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to eat his cum from me.
He’s grunting like he’s eating a fucking delicious meal.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his words gliding up my ass. “You taste so fucking good, like fucking cake.”
“Nggh,” I manage to say. He’s licked and sucked the words right out of me. He’s eaten my ass before, but never like this. Never like he’s starving for it.
Well, maybe he has.
Fuck.
My cock jerks and cum spurts from the tip, my back bowing off the bed. But Glenn isn’t done. He’s completely wrecked me, and I’m not even in heat. He’s not in rut. He’s just fucking me. It seems my scent is driving him wild.
“Alpha,” I moan, and he lifts his head to stare at me, his cheeks and mouth wet with my slick and his cum.
“Hm?” he hums, his tongue laving at the cum that’s spurted from my cock. “Fuck, you taste even better like this.”
“Like what?”
“The scent. It’s seeping into your skin. You taste sweet, Arbor.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head as he sucks on my cock. I’ve never had an alpha this into pleasuring me. His head bobs as he sucks me down, his throat contracting around me. It’s making me jerk and shift, trying like hell to keep my orgasm at bay. But it’s hard.
He’s so fucking hot.
I erupt without warning, and he drinks it down, his pupils dilated, his breathing ragged.
“I could come just from the scent of you.”
He rests his head against my thigh and breathes heavily. “I’m going to come just from the scent of you.”
His body shudders, and his moans fill the surrounding space.
Oh, fuck, did he really just…
He sighs, his body going slack against me.
“Hell yes. Fucking perfect.”
I have no idea what to say to that. Vince never came to the scent of me. If anything, it turned him off. He would hold his nose and breathe through his mouth.
But Glenn. Well, I shouldn’t compare the two. He’s so different, so much better.
My hand reaches out and strokes Glenn’s hair. He sighs loudly, and his hand moves up my stomach, making those butterflies take flight once again.
The doorbell rings, jarring me out of my reflection.
“Who’s at the door?”
“I dunno,” I say as Glenn rolls up and wipes his face clean.
He grunts, staring down at me, wetting his lips as if he wants another taste.
But I need a fucking break. This guy can’t seem to get enough of me. It’s weird. But I fucking love it.
“I’ll get it. You don’t need to move,” Glenn says, pulling on his jeans, his sexy ass disappearing behind the denim inch by inch.
I, of course, don’t listen, just follow him, pulling my clothes on as I go. My skin is still shining slightly, a twinkle in the dim light of the house.
The door swings open, and I blush when I realize the scent of me must be drifting toward the person on the other side.
“Oh, hello. You’re River’s brother, right?” a familiar voice says.
Glenn clears his throat as I move up behind him, still out of sight. “Yeah, you’re Owen, River’s friend.”
I peek around Glenn and see Owen bob his head, some of his hair flopping into his face. He pushes it back. “Yes, well, good to see you, but I have an order for Arbor. He here?”
Oh yes, right. I ordered things while drunk. Things that sounded good while out of my mind.
He holds out the bag, and I move around Glenn to take it.
“Oh, hi! Didn’t see you there,” Owen says with a grin.
“Thanks. You need to use the bathroom again?” I ask.
Owen shakes his head. “No. I’m good. Just wanted to drop this off. Thanks for the tip, too. I’m almost at my escort minimum, by the way. Not that you asked, but still.”
Glenn raises his eyebrows. “What do you mean? What escort?”
Owen sighs and meets Glenn’s stare. “You wouldn’t understand because you’re not an omega, but we sometimes need to hire an alpha to get us through our heats. It’s ridiculously expensive, though, so here I am, working a second job.”
“Shit, well, let me tip you more,” I say, fumbling with my phone.
“No, no,” Owen says, waving his hand around, but Glenn stops him, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and placing it in his flapping fingers.
“Here. Go on. Take it.”
Owen stares down at it and blinks furiously. “Wow. This is too much.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve had to put up with River so…”
Glenn shifts on his feet, and Owen bobs his head. “You’re not wrong. He has been very annoying lately. Always showing up on my lunch break, but thank you. I appreciate it.”
Glenn nods, and then Owen glances over at me. “You have a good alpha, Arbor. See you later!”
I watch as Glenn shuts the door and locks it, turning to look at me.
And in that moment, I realize I do.
I have a really good alpha.
This becomes even clearer when we decide to go for a walk instead of going back to sleep.
I put on my pendant, and Glenn stares at it long and hard, his eye twitching slightly as I place it under my shirt, directly against my skin.
But I’m not going out with my scent wafting all around me.
It’s just not something I’m comfortable doing around other people.
His hand slips into mine as we make our way out of my place and onto the city street. It’s late, but the bars and clubs are open, and lines of people are waiting to get inside.
“You want to get some ice cream?” I ask as his arm goes around me and he pulls me close. “I know a great place.”
“Your ass tastes like vanilla ice cream, just so you know,” he says lowly, and my cheeks burn as my cock twitches between my legs. “I could just go home and eat you for dessert.”
“Oh my gods, stop it.”
He grins down at me as we continue our stroll down the street.
People move past us, having places to go, but we don’t move any quicker. Just keep our stroll leisurely. When we make it to the shop, he holds the door open for me. There are a few people lingering inside as we step up to the counter and look at the selection.
Glenn goes for vanilla. I go for rocky road. The girl behind the counter gives us both gigantic scoops, and I know now I won’t be able to finish mine.
We move outside, sitting on a bus bench, our legs knocking together as we eat our ice cream. As Glenn licks his cone, my pants go tight.
“Seriously, you need to stop that.”
“I enjoy seeing you squirm,” he says.
I let out a small whimper when I see a bit of vanilla ice cream lingering on the corner of his lips. I can’t help but lean forward and kiss him.
He groans deep and low into my mouth, and we only pull apart when I hear my name.
“Arbor?”
I pull back and feel my chest constrict at the familiar-sounding voice. Fuck, not now. Not here.
Glenn cocks his head, taking in the man standing before us. He has a cute, red-headed beta tucked under his arm, but he looks the same. Still just as tall, still just as awful.
“Hello, Vince.”
Glenn’s fingers crunch through the ice cream cone at the sound of his name, and I feel his body tense up against mine.
“What are you doing here?” I ask when he doesn’t move, his nose is curled up slightly, as if scenting me.
“Just out on a date. You?” His gaze moves to Glenn, who has ice cream dripping down his thick fingers.
“Just out with my alpha,” I say.
Vince’s eyes widen at that. He probably thought I was going to die alone. He really didn’t think anyone would enjoy my scent, would ever enjoy being with me.
“Don’t look so surprised,” Glenn says, his voice threatening.
The beta under Vince’s arm wiggles out from under it. “I’m gonna go get our table before they give it away to someone else. I’ll meet you there, babe.”
And then he rushes off, leaving Vince to continue to linger over us.
But he’s not lingering for long. Glenn stands, his body so much bigger and stronger than Vince will ever be. He tosses the broken ice cream cone into the trash near us and wipes his hand on his pants.
Vince shrinks back slightly as Glenn puffs up a little, his strong arms and chest almost vibrating with anger.
“You should go get your date,” Glenn says, his voice low and dark.
Vince swallows.
“And next time you see Arbor, just walk on by. He doesn’t need to see or hear from you again.”
Vince doesn’t like to be told what to do, but he’s intimidated. That much is true. Still doesn’t stop him from being his vile self.
“But seriously, though, an alpha? With the way he smells? How can you even stand it?” Vince says, his words perplexed.
Before I can blink, Glenn snaps. His fist rocks back and slams into Vince’s jaw. Vince howls, his eyes wide, his body rocking back in shock.
“What the fuck?” His hand is cupping his face, his eyes watering slightly.
I just lean forward on the bench and watch it all play out.
I’m breathless. So fucking stunned. The rocky road ice cream cone I was eating sits limply in my hand, chocolate dripping down my wrist.
“You keep your shitty opinions to yourself,” Glenn says and then points at him. “And like I said, next time, walk on by. Arbor doesn’t need your foul, ugly words anywhere near him.”
Vince opens and closes his mouth and then takes a step back.
“And just so you know, asshole. I like his scent. I bathe in it. And it’s your fucking loss. Arbor is incredible.”
Vince cowers and slinks away, whimpering as he goes. It leaves me to blink up at Glenn. We formed a small crowd, but they all disperse when they realize nothing else is going to happen.
Glenn peers down at me, taking my uneaten ice cream cone and tossing it into an early grave.
Then he lifts me up to my feet and brings my fingers to his lips, licking away the ice cream that is dripping down my skin.
My breathing accelerates, my pupils dilate.
“Did you mean it?” I ask.
“Every fucking word.”