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This time he obeyed without complaint. He really was a sweet sub. I almost wished I could keep him. We could have a lot of fun playing together. But I had never had any desire to be someone’s mate.
Once he’d chewed and swallowed the candy and I’d stroked his curls, I pulled the comforter over his naked body. He was still shaking a little, a combination of his orgasms and coming down from subspace.
I should rouse him and send him on his way, but he was well and truly passed out now. There’s no way he could drive, and I wouldn’t feel good about sticking him in an Uber. Despite knowing that I should make him leave, there was a part of me that wasn’t ready to let him go just yet. Turning the lights off, I crawled in next to him and wrapped my large body around his smaller one.
His hair tickled beneath my nose, and his blackberry scentwashed over me. It was like being wrapped in a warm, soft blanket. A peace like I’d never felt before settled in my soul, and my wolf sighed, content for once.
I stayed like that for an hour, while he slept soundly in my arms. Stayed until his body stopped shaking from the aftershocks. His heat was a warm beacon that pulled me to him, made me want to stay like this for the rest of the night.
He was temptation, this pretty little sub of an omega, with so much to learn. So many things I could teach him.
Finally, I extricated myself from his slender limbs and dressed quietly. Packing up the rest of my things, I scribbled a note to him on the hotel stationary and left it on top of the alarm clock on the nightstand.
187,
Check out is 11, so I set the alarm for 8. Soak in the tub. Order room service. Whatever you want is on me. I think we’re both in agreement that we’ll just go our separate ways. Thanks for a fun night.
AlphaDom
With one last glance at what might have been my future if I was in the market for a mate, I shut the door firmly to my hotel room, leaving without a backwards glance.
Chapter Six
Wyatt
Six months later
Why had I thought this was a good idea?
The blaring of the semi’s horn had jarred me back from wherever I’d drifted to. Zoned out was more like it. Nearly passed out from the pain was far closer to the truth.
Blinking, I realized I’d driven right past the road crew worker holding the red stop sign. He’d been directing traffic on what was now a one lane road. I’d nearly collided with a huge semi, who had blasted his horn enough to make my foot hit the brake hard. I wasn’t that far past the worker who had been holding the sign, and luckily all the oncoming traffichad been able to go safely around me.
The skin around my stomach tightened like a rubber band, and pain like I never dreamed possible radiated all the way around my lower section to my back. Tightening my hands around my steering wheel was all I could do, as I cried out and tried to breathe through the pain.
This is bad. This is so bad. Wyatt, for a genius, you have made some fucking dumb decisions lately. But this might be at the top of the list of your questionable life choices.
A light tapping on my car window had me turning my head, my teeth still gritted as I fought against the pain taking complete control of my body.
Turning my head, my eyes came face to face with the man’s groin. He was big. Taller than my car window. Had to be an alpha. All I could make out were a pair of tight, dark blue jeans, and a prominent bulgerightthere in my line of eyesight.
Because of his height I couldn’t see the rest of him from my sitting position. Just a wide chest and his bulge. Had I not been really, really occupied at the moment I might have been impressed by the size of that bulge. But I couldn’t be bothered to give it a second glance at the moment. Well, a third glance anyway.
Nope. I had completely sworn off alphas with big dicks, and even this one wouldn’t sway me.
Just look away, Wyatt, look away. Remember alphas with big dicks are what got you in this predicament in the first place.
The tight black Henley–fuck all, but I loved a man in a Henley–was stretched over his massive chest and bulging muscles. Had the man bought the thing a size too small?
And look where your love of an alpha in a Henley got you.My giraffe supplied, not at all helpful. Not that I’d actually seenhimin a Henley that night. But my dreams had certainly conjured up what he would look like wearing one, those bulging muscles encased in all that tight material.
It was the five-pointed star pinned to the Henley, with the word ‘Sheriff’ stamped on it that finally tore my attention from his bulge. Seriously, did the man buy all his clothes a size too small?
He tapped on the window again and made a motion for me to roll it down. Because of course there would be an officer of the law that would witness my nearly getting myself run over by a semi, not to mention disregarding a work zone and a road construction employee’s safety. This was probably going to cost me a thousand dollars in fines. At least I had one hell of a good excuse.
My fingers fumbled with the electric button to the window, until I finally got it to work.
“Are you all right?” The deep, growly voice asked, and my breath caught in my throat.
