Page 8 of No Strings Attached
I swallow hard, his touch warm through my flannel. “It’s not you,” I say, my voice rough. “I just… can we not talk here?” Idon’t want to be out in the open anymore. I need the safety of a room, a bed, an enclosed space where thoughts of Tristan and Nander are nowhere near me.
He throws me a soft smile, like he’s not fazed by my mess. “Let’s go upstairs. Just to talk. I promise we’ll keep our hands to ourselves.”
I shouldn’t trust him so easily but it’s like he’s safe in a way that the men in my life never have been. Confused, but intrigued, I follow him, thrown by how bright and beautiful this guy is, his citrus scent hitting me full force. My cock twitches in my pants, aching with a need I haven’t felt in ages, the thought of filling his hole flashing through my mind.
It’s crazy, right?
An Alpha submitting to me, an Omega hiding behind a scent changer—it’s not supposed to happen. He slips his hand into mine, my fingers swallowing his as he eagerly leads me up the stairs in silence. A silence that’s both welcome and comfortable, like we’re old lovers rather than strangers in a motel.
We reach Room 12, and he pushes the door open, guiding me to the edge of the bed to sit down. He gingerly sits on one of the chairs a few feet away, sliding in next to the other half of Monroe_86. The guy leans forward, his hair slipping from its ponytail. The woman, dressed in a cream pants suit that hugs her dark skin, watches me with a soft smile, her wavy hair falling over her shoulders. Her presence is calm and professional, but there’s something in her eyes that gives me ideas, stirring that same need I felt downstairs.
I tremble again, my body betraying me as the fear and panic from the fight with Tristan start to settle. I don’t know why I agreed to come up here, why their scents are easing the knot in my chest. “I should have just canceled,” I start, my hands gripping my knees. “I’m a bit frazzled, and I didn’t even think before putting the address in. I just… I should go.Fuck.”
The woman stands and crosses to the bed in a few smooth steps. She slowly pulls my head to her chest, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as her berry scent fully envelopes me in this embrace. “It seems like you’re in shock from something,” she whispers. “Breathe for me, okay? I don’t know why you came here either, but I’m glad you did. Let’s start with names. Mine’s Olivia, and you already met my husband, Jamie.”
I sigh, my arms moving on instinct, wrapping around her waist, pulling her a little closer. Her scent fills my lungs, chasing away the last of the panic. “I’m Elias,” I mumble, my voice muffled against her chest.
She presses a kiss to my forehead, my body heating up from the inside out, the fear and distress shifting to something else—a raw need for something more. “Well, Elias,” she purrs, “I would very much like it if you stayed for a few more minutes before you left. Just so I can make sure you’re okay.”
I hum a response, my arms tightening around her waist, my cock stirring again as her scent and Jamie’s mix in the air. I don’t know how long I stay like this, but the heat continues to build, a whine sitting at the back of my throat. I’ve never needed anyone like this before, never wanted someone so bad that it overrides everything else. And yet, my hips shift forward, my cock rubbing against the seam of my pants uncomfortably.
My nostrils flare as my scent adds to the mix, sweeter than it should be. I’ll give myself away soon and these Alphas will pull away once they realize I’m an Omega. No Alpha would ever submit to me once they find out my designation. It’s always ended up in disaster and yet, I need this. Their scents make it impossible to resist, to get up and leave like I should.
Slowly, I pull back, my eyes meeting hers. She cups my face, her soft hands caressing my heated skin before kissing me gently. “You’ll be okay,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine.
The need in my gut dials up, turning into a crave that burns through me. I drag her onto my lap, her knees straddling my thighs, her suit pants shifting as she settles against me. My fingers dig into her hips as I grind her down on my cock, a needy sound tumbling from her lips.
“I need, I need…”
“Whatever you need, take it,” Olivia says, her brown eyes locked on mine.
“And you’re okay with that?”
She settles further, mere clothes keeping me from where I want to sink inside of her. It’s taking all of my self-control to not rip her pants down her legs and thrust into her. Mostly because I don’t truly believe that this is what they want. Olivia kisses me again, deeper this time, her tongue teasing mine. “I’ve been dreaming of it.”
A low growl slips out of me, as I pull her back into a rough kiss, my hands moving south to tighten around her firm ass. I grind her down again on my cock, needing more than just the brief friction between us. Then I remember just where I came from before here. “Fuck, I need to shower,” I mutter, my voice thick with desire.
A soft noise comes from behind me just as a warm tongue drags up my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. Jamie’s voice is close, his breath hot against my ear. “No, you don’t,” he says. “I like your taste just fine.”
My cock thickens further, the ache almost painful now. Olivia lets out a whimper, a sound I’ve never heard from an Alpha, and I stare at her, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest.There’s no way they want this,the little voice inside of my head says.It’s a trap.
It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to do it and yet, this doesn’t seem like those other times.
Jamie’s hands slide over my shoulders, his soft touch driving me fucking mad. I need more—more of her, more of him, more of this. “What are the rules?” I ask, my voice shaking as I try to control myself. “What…”
“I’ll tell you when it’s too much,” Olivia says, her hands still on my face, “if you promise to do the same.”
I stare at her, then twist to look at Jamie, their scents slowly dragging me into a thick haze of pheromones. My Omega instincts are yelling at me to let go and give in, warring with the voices in my head. Jamie’s hands move to my belt, his fingers brushing my bare skin beneath my shirt as he whispers in my ear, “I want to watch you take my wife apart, Elias.Please.”
I know I should go home, decompress, sleep off this day. Olivia holds my face, her thumbs stroking my cheeks, leaning in closer to steal my attention. “And then I want to watch you fuck my husband until he howls for relief,” she says before kissing me again. “You’re in charge, Elias.Tell us what to do.”
Jamie
He’s so much more beautiful than the pictures on that app. I wasn’t even sure he would show in the middle of the day or that anything would happen after I caught the shock in his eyes. However, he’s exactly what I hoped he would be. And the soft sounds he’s pulling from Olivia are making all of my dreams come true.
Even from this awkward angle, I can just see the way his hands are cupping her ass, dragging her closer and over his cock as he becomes desperate for friction. I continue my descent, undoing his pants so I can unearth his cock, a happy sigh falling from my lips at the girth in my hands. I hadn’t expected any different, considering how tall Elias is but just knowing how delicious that’s going to feel in my ass makes this all the more exciting.
I give him a few strokes, his hips responding as Olivia lets out a small gasp, her eyes widening as she breaks the kiss. Her gaze drops down between them, a deviant smile spreading across her lips. “You’re going to fill me up, aren’t you, Elias?” She purrs.
