Page 7 of Omega on the Rocks
My mouth dropped open in shock. Who talked like that? Better yet - who talked like that to an omega they had just met, in an open bar where anyone might could hear.
Mate. Thats who.
The idea shouldn't have been so intriguing, drawing me in like a moth to open flame. But it was. Picturing myself locked in his arms, his knot locked inside of me, as our pups played outside in the yard so we could have Dad and Daddy time playing inside my head on repeat. My cock hardened at the thought, and I could feel moisture growing between my legs. This couldn't happen. Not here. Not now. Not ever. There was so much about me that this man didn't know, hell there was a lot about me that heckin' nobody knew.
"Come now preacher, it's not the end of the world to meet your fated mate." His voice had dropped to a low growl, his eyes flickering from human to wolf. He could scent me. Somehow, he knew I was perfuming, giving off the utter delicious scent of an omega in the presence of a viral alpha male. It would be potent even if he weren't my mate.
The scent of an unmated omega could send an alpha into a rut with just a molecule of scent. I was no doubt putting off a lot more than a molecule. I could feel the slick growing in my boxers like it had a mind of its own. Sticky, and wet. Just exactly what every man ever wanted to sit in while he was sitting across from another man, trying to eat his dinner.
These sorts of things - didn't- couldn't, happen to anyone that wasn't me. I seemed to attract situations like this, and there was naught I could do about it except hold on for the ride.
"I know it's not the end of the world. It's just... me... an alpha-mate? That seems so absurd."
"Yet it is. Absurd or not." His eyes were mostly wolf, and the voice coming from him was laced with gravel.
My cock took notice, jumping in approval, and a slow steady keening sound was emanating from my wolf.
"Why don't we get out of here." His implication was clear, I took a long look at him wondering if I wanted to get myself involved in this. I could feel every omega instinct in my body begging me to go with him. Get out of here, be taken by his knot, and I couldn't resist. I gave a brief nod, and slid out of my seat. Filling the back of my pants wet and heavy, thanking the stars that they were black.
As I followed Kieran out of the bar, the weight of his words settled heavily on my shoulders. An alpha-mate? Me? It seemed impossible, yet the way he looked at me, the way my body responded to his presence, it all felt undeniably right. I couldn't help but steal glances at him as we walked, his confident stride and the way his muscles flexed beneath his leather jacket sending a shiver down my spine.
The night air was cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat that had been building inside me. I could still feel the dampness between my legs, a constant reminder of the need that pulsed through my veins. Kieran led me to a sleek black motorcycle parked nearby, its chrome parts glinting under the faint streetlight. The bike was a beast, powerful and imposing, much like the man who owned it.
"Come on, preacher," Kieran called over his shoulder, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Don't tell me you're afraid of a little ride."
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was to come. "I'm not afraid," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "I just... I don't know what to expect."
Kieran's expression softened, and he reached out, gently cupping my cheek. "Expect everything, preacher. Expect the unexpected. And trust me, I'll take care of you."
His touch was electric, sending sparks of desire coursing through my body. I leaned into his hand, savoring the sensation of his calloused fingers against my skin. It felt like a promise, a vow that he would protect me, cherish me, and fulfill every need I had. Stupid or not, I couldn’t stop my stupid heart from racing.
Trust Mate.
"Okay," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest. "I trust you."
Kieran's smile widened, and he helped me onto the back of the motorcycle, his strong hands guiding me with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior. As he straddled the bike in front of me, I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on tightly as we pulled away from the curb. I tried to ignore the feeling of his muscles bunched beneath my fingertips but it was rather impossible.
The engine roared to life, a deep, throaty growl that vibrated through my body, matching the primal need that surged within me. We sped through the city streets, the lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of color as we sped past. I pressed my face against Kieran's back, inhaling his scent—leather, cinnamon, and something uniquely him. It grounded me, anchored me tothe reality of the situation, and I found myself relaxing into his embrace.
Mate. Need.
The wind rushed past us, whipping my hair back and cooling the heat of my skin. The sensation was exhilarating, freeing, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation, as if the very act of riding with Kieran was stripping away the layers of doubt and fear that had held me back for so long.
As we left the city behind and ventured into the countryside, the landscape transformed into rolling hills and dense forests. The moon cast a silvery glow over the world, illuminating our path and creating an ethereal atmosphere that seemed to mirror the magic of the moment.
We pulled up to a secluded cabin nestled in the woods, its wooden walls and stone chimney giving it a rustic, inviting charm. Kieran turned to me, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Welcome home, preacher," he said, his voice low and husky. "Welcome to the place you get fucking owned.” He winked at me, his eyes shimmering yellow.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry with a mix of nerves and excitement. "Home," I repeated, testing the word on my tongue. It felt right, somehow. Although I’d never been here, never been anywhere near here, and the person I was with – I hadn’t known mere hours before.
Kieran dismounted the bike and held out his hand, helping me off with a gentleness that made my heart ache. As we walked up to the cabin, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder, of possibility. This was my chance to start over, to build a life with someone who accepted me for who I was, flaws and all.
Inside, the cabin was warm and inviting, with a crackling fire in the hearth and soft lighting casting a golden glow over thecozy interior. Kieran led me to the couch, and we sat down together, our bodies pressed close as we stared into the flames. I tried to ignore the sopping wet slick in my pants, clearing my throat as need burned through my veins. The potency of alpha pheromones was thick.
"Tell me about yourself, preacher," Kieran said, his arm draped protectively around my shoulders. "Tell me everything."
And so, I did. I poured out my heart, sharing my fears, my dreams, and the pain of my past. Kieran listened intently, his presence a comforting anchor as I bared my soul. When I finally fell silent, he turned to me, his eyes filled with a depth of understanding and compassion that took my breath away.
"Thank you for trusting me with that," he said softly. "And thank you for choosing to be here with me. I promise you, preacher, I will do everything in my power to make you happy, to give you the family and the life you've always wanted. If you’ll let me that is."
