Page 17 of The Omega Project

He gives a bark of a laugh. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Emily is sensitive enough to realise that I’m both dominant and dangerous, and based on what she told us about her father, has ample reason to be cautious of alphas like me.” My smile grows into something that feels almost smug. “But she also perfumed with arousal when I touched her, so there’s that in my favour.”

“Get over yourself,” he huffs. “She looks at Lang like she wants to lick the stubble off his face.”

Instead of arguing my case, I pin my best friend with a look and pat my lap. “Come here, Tyler.”

Despite all the shit he’s been giving me, he responds without hesitation, dropping into the space between my legs and resting his forehead on my thigh. He’s as tense as I’ve ever felt him, and his breath is coming in tight, shallow gasps as he leans against me. I run my fingers through his hair, which has grown out a few inches since he left the Regiment. He wears it in a sharp V at the front, but it curls over his nape in soft waves. There’s the faintest hint of amber in his shampoo, but the rest of him smells like metal and musk. Some alphas outgrow their years of service, but Creed is still a soldier right down to his marrow. Which is why he kneels so beautifully for me, when any other alpha who tried to own him would end up in pieces beneath his boots.

After a long moment of soaking up my attention, I nudge him back and tilt up his chin. “Was Derek really sick or is he just getting cold feet, do you think?”

He takes the change of topic without batting an eyelid. “The flu. Lang checked personally, while I planted the bugs like you asked.”

I hum, thinking what a great pair they make. No one does care and considerate like our professor, while the man under my hand has yet to meet four walls he can’t infiltrate.

“The spare room is untouched, and there’s not a lot of her stuff around, but they’re definitely doing sleepovers.” A wolfish grin splits his tanned face. “I can promise you she’s doing a lot more than perfuming around her big beta.”

I grunt, but I’ve spent enough time stalking them both to know they’re crazy about each other. “He said they’re a package deal. You have a problem with that?”

He shrugs. “He’s smart, hardworking, and looks like he could fuck me into next week. What’s not to like?”

I smirk. Tyler has a soldier’s attitude towards sex, which tends to be the more the merrier.

“Plus, you really think she’s the one, and I’m not about to start betting against you now.”

I can smell the musky tang of hope leaking from his pores, and I grip his chin more tightly. For all his talk of sex, this is the only touch he can bear, always administered behind closed doors and down on his knees. It’s a release for both of us, but he’s still as tense as a wire as my thumb strokes his cheek. “We’ll know soon enough. You just have to trust me, Tyler.”

He huffs out a broken sigh. “Fuck, I’m a mess and a half, Finn.”

“Do you want me to help you with that?”

I point at the tent in his trousers, and he chuckles, low and dirty. “We both know you prefer to watch.”

“Guilty as charged.” I release his chin and settle more comfortably in my chair as he sits back on his heels and works his cock out of his pants. The fabric strains over his massive thighs and he palms his shaft as he impatiently shoves his trousers and boxers out of the way. I’m not particularly turned on by a man’s anatomy, but I get a lot of satisfaction out of watching my pent-up friends come all over themselves. “Careful with your shirt,” I smirk. “It looks like you’ve got quite the payload there.”

He grunts, a lazy heat climbing his throat as he starts to jerk off. Creed is ruthless with his pleasure, tugging and twisting his cock like it’s done something to offend him. I lift my foot and rest the toe of my boot on his straining thigh. “Slow down. We have time.”

“I thought you wanted to get to the nextphase,” he sasses, but he obeys me as if commanded, treating his mushroom head to aslower swirl of his fingers. He’s already leaking, the tip swollen and red, and despite his best efforts, I know he’s not going to last long. “You don’t come until I say, Creed,” I warn him, the tip of my boot moving to press against his balls, still tangled in his boxers. “I don’t care what kind of honey you’ve got in your nose, I’m in charge here.”

He groans but nods, his strong fingers gripping the base of his shaft to stem his orgasm. “There’s more than honey there,” he says tightly. “What is that?”

Ours. She smells like things I never thought I’d find – home, safety, maybe even some kind of peace - although I don’t torture Creed with that in his current state.

“Maybe a little of her beta.” I think of Derek, who smells like freshly cut grass despite his scowls and glares, and I wonder what he would look like next to Creed, down on his knees as he comes apart under my gaze. I’m certain he would fight me, but in the end, his submission would be all the sweeter for the struggle. “Just imagine how she’ll smell when Soren is done with her. Can you think of anything better than our sweet girl and our bitter boy together?”

I use a darker voice, wrapping us both in the fantasy that’s plagued us since she first came to our attention.

“Fuck,” Creed groans, finally lifting his face to mine. “Please, Alpha. Let me come.”

Orgasm denial is one of his favourite kinks, but he’s too wound up to enjoy it right now. “Spill for me. I want you to soak your hand with everything you have.”

A tremor ripples through him, his hips thrusting violently as he surrenders to his pleasure. His musk fills the air, settling the beast under my skin, and I give a satisfied purr. He basks in my approval as he milks himself dry, then huffs as he stares down at the cum cupped in his hand.

I was right about the payload, to the point that his shirt really is in danger, and I nod to the tissues I keep under the sofa for moments like this. He cleans himself up, his movements a little more relaxed now he’s taken the edge off.

I wait until he’s zipping himself back up before I say, “Tell me about this new landlord.”

His eyes darken with something other than lust now. In fact, he looks on the edge of snapping his teeth. “He admits he’s her ex, and he’s not happy about it. He also told me he has friends on the force, which was a definite threat.”

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