Chapter 3 #2
His leg also betrays how much he dislikes sitting while I tower over him. His brown hair is swept off his forehead as he gazes up at me, and an earring winks from his ear as it catches the light.
“Sullivan is it?” he asks. At my nod, he adds, “I’m an application developer, and these gentlemen dragged me off the street and in here.”
“Ryan, I gave you very specific instructions when you came to me about establishing your bar in my city, didn’t I?” I ask, my neck stretching from side to side in annoyance. “I’m deeply disappointed. Coercion and stealing from unsuspecting omegas wasn’t in your business plan.”
Kevin can’t seem to figure out if I’m being serious or not as his eyes widen slightly, but I am currently ignoring him as I glare at Ryan.
“Would it have helped if I had added it?” Ryan wheezes anxiously. Ah, I haven’t even threatened yet, and the pissant looks positively green.
They just don’t make criminals like they used to.
Pulling out my phone, I frown down at it as I think about who may be the closest.
Me:
Evan, we have a liar at Antonia’s. Care to see if Hayes is nearby to handle this? I’m in one of the back rooms.
My eyes flick up to see that Ryan is now standing. My lips curl into a crude version of an amiable smile as I shake my head.
“To respond to your question, it would not have helped,” I growl. “Pulling people off the street to discuss things with them is not considered keeping your nose clean.”
“Why are you fucking everywhere,” Ryan whines. “I’ve been ducking you for the last month.”
“Ha! Do you think that type of talk is going to help you?” I ask, my hand dropping onto Kevin’s shoulder to keep him where he is.
I can feel him shifting as if he was going to stand and I’m not ready for him to do that yet. His incredible scent smells like he’s mine and my raging erection tells me that I need to sample what that means.
Glancing down at him, I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I squeeze his shoulder.
“Mr. Sullivan, may I be of assistance?”
Antonia’s son is almost seven feet of steel, and I feel smugness fill me as I nod when I feel his presence behind me.
“Your timing is impeccable as always,” I say, stepping back to allow him entrance into the office.
“Evan called and said you may need some help,” Elio explains, leaning in through the door frame as he looks around the room. He doesn’t look happy as his eyes fall on Ryan. “You. Didn’t my mama ban you from our establishment?”
“Is Ryan being a royal pain in the ass overall?” I ask innocently.
“Yes, he is. He ran out on a check just last week,” Elio snarls.
Oh yeah, this guy has got to go. I have a feeling that Ryan won’t be washing dishes to cover his unpaid bill. Glancing at my phone, I see that I have a message from Evan.
Evan:
Hayes will be there in ten with Domh. Elio will be your support in the meantime, sir. I’m sitting with Aisling.
Well, at least I know she’ll be alright for now.
“A few of my men will be here soon to take him off your hands,” I tell Elio. “Feel free to address the issues you have with Ryan however you need, short of death, please.”
“Thank you. My mama is very displeased with him,” Elio growls.
“Her food is delicious, she should be well compensated. I’ll cover what he didn’t pay, but you’re welcome to defend your mama’s honor,” I say humbly.
“Nah, Mr. Sullivan. My mama would have my head for allowing that!” he gasps.
“I feel like I should go,” Kevin mumbles uncomfortably, swallowing hard as he stands.
My hand wraps around his bicep, finding that I can’t quite get all the way around. Holy hell. Kevin is a sexy, nerdy, muscle bound wet dream.
“Just a moment,” I say politely, as if I’m not planning on thoroughly corrupting him. “Elio, tell your mama not to worry. I feel like you should be compensated for playing babysitter until my men arrive.”
“That’s not necessary,” Elio says, cracking his knuckles with a devil may care grin. “I have a bone to pick with these men. I refuse to allow bullying to occur in my mama’s house.”
I know full well that he’s beaten the fuck out of people in some of these back rooms just because, and hide a smile as I direct Kevin out the room.
“Thank you, Elio. I believe you’re the perfect man for the job.”
Kevin is staring at me as if I’m insane as I guide him down another hallway, away from the screaming that’s already beginning.
“I don’t know whether I should thank you or not,” he breathes. His cornflower blue eyes appear confused, and all I can do is chuckle as I push him against a wall beside a slightly ajar storage closet.
“Did I solve the problem?” I ask, my hand gliding over his chest.
Kevin’s lashes flutter as he inhales deeply. I can tell the exact moment that he smells my scent of spicy vanilla and almonds because he fucking whimpers.
“Yes, Alpha,” he whispers, his eyes opening to show his arousal.
My lips curl up as I wrap my hand around his throat. I can tell by his thickening cock in his joggers that he’s very interested.
“I haven’t wanted to fuck anyone in a long time,” I growl, my other hand palming his cock.
I can smell and feel his slick as his precum begins to dampen his pants. My hips rock my erection against his rock hard thigh, grunting at the friction. It feels really fucking good.
“It sounds like my lucky day, despite my escape from death,” he says dramatically.
“Nah, but I’m glad I managed to save your pretty face,” I admit, my lips slanting against his as I kiss him.
Thankfully, we are evenly matched in height, and my hand giving him a necklace tightens as he moans for me.
“Are you a troublemaker?” I tease against his lips before I deepen the kiss and shove my hand down his pants to squeeze his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers. Fuck, that’s a pretty sound. “Will I get punished by your dick if I say yes?”
“Hmm,” I grunt, opening the storage door wider so I can maneuver Kevin inside. “I hope you suck dick well, little brat.”
“There’s nothing little about me,” he sasses, going down on his knees when I add pressure downward on his throat.
Closing the door behind us, I lick my lips in anticipation as I undo my belt and unbuckle my pants.
“You’re right,” I murmur, pulling out my cock as my other hand grips his chin and rubs his lips with the pad of my thumb. “Such pretty, pouty lips. You’ve been hiding from me.”
“Me?” he asks, opening his eyes comically wide as I tap the crown of my cock on his lips.
“I watched you flirt at a mixer once, all wide eyes and smiles,” I say, enjoying as he flicks out his tongue to lap at my precum.
Kevin groans at the taste, perfuming for me as he preens. He’s so damn gorgeous, and he knows it.
“The only mixer I’ve been to in this city was put together by Cupid’s Call—”
My hips thrust forward to force his lips to spread wide around my dick, effectively interrupting him.
“I was there,” I say conversationally. “Relax your throat, little brat. I’m afraid I have a lot of aggression to work out on your tight throat.”
His answering grin and the sparkle in his arousal drenched gaze speak volumes as I feed him my cock. I’m not small either, and he takes every inch beautifully.
“Mmm. That’s it, Kevin. Do you have a gag reflex, I wonder?”
Pistoning my hips slowly, I grip his throat again to push his head back so I can fully enjoy the way my cock slides down his throat. His eyes water a bit, and spit overflows his mouth to dribble out, but there are no signs of choking on my cock.
“I meant to talk to you, but there was the little issue of a psychotic bitch who wanted to kill my friend,” I continue, finding my rhythm as I groan softly.
Damn, I swear, every time he swallows around me, it brings me closer to coming.
“My life isn’t the safest, but I protect what belongs to me. Is that clear?”
The wet sound of Kevin sucking my cock is the only reply, but that’s fine with me. His joggers are pulled down his thick thighs, and his hand palms his dick as he stares up at me with pure worship in his eyes.
I don’t know what to make of it, but it feels like a second chance of sorts.
“Be a good boy and don’t come,” I warn, my hand fisting his hair as I begin to fuck his throat.
Having this man on his knees for me should be illegal. While I do alright in a fight, it’s clear to me that Kevin works out regularly. The only reason I do as well as I do is because I fucking cheat.
My knot is begging for attention, and Kevin willingly opens his mouth wider to allow me entrance.
His cheeks are stuffed full of cock and knot like a chipmunk, yet he refuses to let my size dictate his performance.
The stock room smells like fudge, cinnamon, and vanilla, and I bet that the scents will escape into the hallway soon.
It’s a good thing everyone on this side of the building can mind their own goddamned business.
“Such a good boy,” I croon, making him painfully squeeze the tip of his cock to stop himself from coming. I don’t play fair, remember? “Are you going to swallow this load of cum I’m going to give you? Every fucking drop until your stomach distends from the amount?”
His whine is loud enough to trigger my release without warning, and my vision begins to fade as I explode down his throat. I give no other indication that I’m going to come, the teasing is all he gets.
Kevin chokes on the force of my release, but manages to swallow most of it. Some still escapes past his pouty lips and down his chin, but I rather like the sight of him covered in my cum. I’m a possessive bastard.
It doesn’t matter that I caught sight of him once over a year ago and the breeze brought his scent over to me while he smiled and flirted with others, I knew there was something there. I just couldn’t pursue it since Hollis was beaten to hell and back that day.
Responsibility overrides any vices I could possibly have, outside of drinking.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. So damn good,” I groan, slowly pulling my cock out of his mouth. “Show me what a good job you did.”