Page 24 of Toxic

The fucker was so lucky!

"You’re not planning on working for the rest of your life?"

"Nah, I will work, as a security tester. I like it and it’s good money. I just… don’t have to if I don’t want to. It’s my choice now."

For a moment, I was silent, frowning a bit. "Do you want… something else in your life? People gossip that you’re the kind of guy who wants his omega to sit in the kitchen, produce children, and be super submissive… Sorry if I messed it up, but that’s what I heard."

Archer smiled ruefully. "People have very skewed views on submission. A very… pejorative understanding of it. They have no idea what true submission is, Skye."

"So… you do really want that?"

"I want traditional roles, yes. And I want to have a big family. But does that mean I’m a tyrant and want the omega in the kitchen? I can pay for cooking and cleaning now, believe me. And true submission can only be given… out of free will, Skye. And out of love."

Then he leaned in a bit toward me and added in a low tone, "And you have to deserve an omega’s submission first. Prove you are worthy of one."

I stared at him for a while. He was a special case, I guess. I could see why people on our campus hated him for his views, but who was I to criticize him when I was such a mess myself? The good thing was—Archer wasn’t judgmental. Alvin was much more of a pain in the ass, to be honest, at least in that respect.

Archer studied my face for a moment.

"Good luck, Skye. Be wise. Some people can be… difficult, you should keep your calm," he warned, but… to no avail.

***

My nerves only grew as I approached Soren’s dorm just before 6 pm.

With my jaw clenched nervously, but also with my body full of unrelenting excitement, I knocked on the door of his room, and Soren opened it immediately.

He was dressed in a hoodie and tight jeans, as usual. His face expressed little. He took a step back to let me in.

With my lips tightly pursed, I walked in silence as he closed the door behind me.

It was a small room, single occupancy, from what I could tell by the number of beds. I walked slowly to the window and leaned against the sill.

Our eyes met. I have no idea why, but I guessed he was also feeling nervous. His usually pale face was slightly flushed.

I pulled out my wallet and took out $70, carefully placing it on his desk.

He looked at the amount immediately, it was a confirmation of what I expected from him.

I was curious why he agreed to bj, even though he had never done it for alphas before. But since he had suggested it himself… Why should I undermine his decision?

It might’ve been my imagination, but I noticed his hands trembling slightly. When our eyes locked, it was both nerve-wracking and exciting. For some reason, I chose to stay quiet and let him make the first move.

Soren took a small step toward me, his gaze dropping to my crotch. His tension seemed to seep into me too, but oddly, I was still caught up in the waves of heat and excitement coursing through me, like ripples on water, making me somewhat immune to stress. I couldn’t stop thinking about his perfect lips—the full, pink ones he was lightly nibbling on now. They looked so soft and sweetly shaped, utterly irresistible. From time to time, he also nudged his lip ring.

He took another step, and we were now very close; he slowly extended his hand, then hesitated, looked at me, noticing that I was staring at his lips.

"I guess you have this no kissing policy," I muttered, crazy focused on his mouth.

"Yes, exactly, no kissing. All business," he said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Too bad, your lips are perfect," I muttered and thought about it for a second before I asked, "Can I touch you?"

He swallowed and raised his eyes to my face again, as they kept dropping to my crotch.

There was a strange vulnerability in his gaze.

"Where?"

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