Page 14 of Such a Lovely Omega

I shrugged one shoulder and took a sip of my cinnamon-laced drink, savoring the heady sweetness. There was almost no alcohol in it, which suited me for the moment. “It’s because I know how they end. No surprises. My psychiatrist says it’s due to anxiety. I don’t have to predict the ending or wonder if I’ll enjoy the movie.”

Alex threaded his fingers through mine. “Have you always had anxiety?”

My hand tingled. “Some.”

“After Emile’s death,” he said.

I took another sip but now it was too sweet. “It’s hard to talk about. There was a lot during our mating and then after, well, a different kind.”

“Did he hurt you?” Alex’s warm, whiskey breath fanned over my skin, raising goose bumps. “Please tell me my friend didn’t hurt you.”

“Not physically. I can’t do this.” I moved to get out of the booth, out of the club, out of this afterlife, but Alex drew me back in and pulled me onto his lap facing him. “Don’t run from me, omega. You are safe. You don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. I’d love to know everything about you, but I’ll only take what you give me. Nothing more.”

Our wolves reached out to each other through the bond we’d created a few nights ago in his office. The tether was thin and fragile, but our animals were connected.

“I’m so torn,” I said, holding onto Alex’s shoulders for dear life.

“I know. I’m sorry. I can take you home if you like. I pushed too hard.”

“No.” I pulled back. “You never push too hard. I want this. I’m so damned scared, but I want to have a life again and you’re a part of that. I want to explore this with you but please know that a slice of me is still mated to Emile. I’ve tried to make my feeling and my mind agree that he’s gone, but I’m struggling.”

Alex held me tighter. For a few seconds, I forgot we were in a sex club and not in our own bubble. “Tell me what you want to do tonight and we’ll do that. You’re in charge.”

I laughed. “I think you’re in charge.”

He shook his head. “No. This lifestyle is give-and-take, omega. I don’t do anything you don’t give me permission to do. You’re in charge. I’m in control, but you’re giving me your submission. It’s empowering if you experience this life with someone you trust.”

“I trust you,” I said.

“Thank you. Now, have you thought of your safe word?”

Chapter Twelve

Alex

I’d hinted that I wanted to get his shirt off at the club. Surely he knew what that meant? That I wanted him to experience what I did there and see if he felt any inclination toward the kink. Whether he did or not would not affect his being my mate. As long as he was comfortable with it, I could do my demos with others, and it was possible he would like other things once he’d had the chance to observe.

Emile, my late friend and his late mate, had not been very good to him, I didn’t think. Or at least not in the way of meeting his needs, not even in the most basic ways. Perhaps when he bought the membership, he’d done so with that in mind? Something else we’d never know, but the idea made me think more kindly of him.

Unsure how familiar he was with anything at the club, I talked a little about control and trust and submission. There were so many options in the club and in this world, and if I was going to be his mate and his dominant, I needed to make sure they were tailored to his needs and desires even before mine. He said he trusted me, but it was going to be so new for him.

“Now, have you thought of your safe word?”

He licked his lips and glanced off to the left, not meeting my eyes anymore. “No. I don’t really…I don’t understand how it works exactly.”

“That’s all right. Why would you? Let’s walk around while we talk, and I’ll try to demonstrate.” The stations were filled tonight, all the different kinks on display. Many people were glad to show off to those who enjoyed watching, but as we strolled from one stop to the next, I watched for signs of excitement in my omega’s expression. We passed the area where a female dominant was applying molten wax to a female submissive’s nipples. Her sub was lying back on a table but not tied down in any way. As the dom painted her breasts, the sub thrashed only her head from side to side, pants emerging from between parted lips.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” West asked, gripping my arm.

“About as much as the one on the opposite side.” That one was two men, and the wax was being applied to an entirely different body part. A part that thrust eagerly upward in its coating.

“Oh my goodness.”

“I take it that does not interest you at all?”

He shook his head. “No, I have no desire to be a candle.”

I chuckled and guided him along the floor. “Fair enough. What do you think about electricity?” A friend of mine was just setting up his violet wands. “Want to see how it works?”

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