Page 11 of Such a Fierce Omega
“He hasn’t shut up about you, actually.”
Interesting.
“So they liked the ideas,” I made a quick change of subject.
“They did. Especially the book-related ones. Apparently all their omega mates are obsessed with fantasy novels just like you said.” He paused. “Are you one of those omegas who likes fantasy novels? What’s your favorite?”
I laughed, shaking my head. “No. I’m not telling you.”
“Oh come on. I won’t tell. What is it? Orcs? Demons? Vampires?”
If I could stop myself from non-stop blushing around this man, that would be great. “I’m actually in the middle of a vampire obsession. I get books from the library. There's a new Dracula movie available, but it’s only available in France. I’m dying to see it.”
“What’s it called?” Darsh started typing on his phone.
“Dracula: A Love Tale. But, trust me, I’ve looked everywhere.”
We spent the rest of the night or morning talking about books and movies. He gave up trying to find the movie as I had, sadly. I finished my breakfast, and he offered me a bite of his. I ended up putting down half of his choices. When the sun rose, we were still talking.
About nothing.
About everything.
“Can I see you again?” he asked after paying for the meal. We walked outside as the city came to life. Car horns honking. The smell of coffee and pastries in the air. Heels clicking on the sidewalk.
“Yes.” The word whooshed from my mouth without a second thought.
“That’s great. That’s really great.” He seemed more relieved by my answer than I had been when I found out he didn’t care if I was a tiger. “Give me your phone, please.”
He put my number in his phone and mine in his and somehow that felt more intimate than our almost kiss in the hallway.
“Thanks for the meal. I’ve got to get some rest.”
“You do,” he answered. “And you’re welcome. I’ll see you later.”
We stood there, facing each other under the streetlights, neither one moving. Goddess, I yearned for this man like I’d never wanted anything else. I forced myself to say good night and walk away.
Chapter Ten
Darsh
I’d been out for breakfast with friends from Cuffed most nights I visited. No big deal, just a chance to continue conversations in a less noisy and distracting atmosphere. Tonight was something entirely different. Sitting in that diner, eating some of the huge amount of food I ordered and managing to make the omega finish most of it, I’d never felt as happy and relaxed. He hadn’t wanted me to pay and ordered so little, my wolf insisted we find a way to make sure he was fed.
The only downside to the evening was that it ended.
Watching the omega head down the sidewalk away from me had my wolf in fits. He wanted to follow him, convince him to come home to the den or at the very least to let us escort him to his. But he didn’t give any indication he wanted me to do that, and I preferred not to push him. Our omega was independent, and I had to trust he’d let us know what he felt comfortable with. Here or in the club.
That thought took root, as I drove home, and by the time I arrived my cock was hard and throbbing. What would Blaze like to do in the club? Would he want to try out any of the stations or did he like privacy? Unlike many of my partners as well as the members, I had no specific preference as to which of the stations I chose to play at. When I first entered the scene, I’d been so enthralled with it all, with the freedom and release, I’d tried just about everything in the “mainstream” kink world. Not a daddy or a pet caregiver or anything involving bodily fluids or extreme pain, but otherwise, I enjoyed a variety of play. So, whatever Blaze wanted to do, within reason, I was in.
By the time I stepped into the shower, I’d run a few scenarios through my brain, leaving me desperate for release.Blaze strapped to a spanking bench, spread wide on the St. Andrews cross, on the fire bed… I lathered my hand and closed it around my cock, while the movies played on the screen behind my closed eyelids.
Rubbing my palm over the head, I spread the foam down my shaft and up again, picturing the omega in every kind of bondage. It would be his choice, unless he left it up to me. He struck me as inexperienced, from some of the comments he’d made at breakfast, but he seemed comfortable in the club, as well
Squeezing and releasing my cock with one hand, I dropped the other to my balls and played with them, imagining it was my omega on his knees following my instructions. Mouth open wide to take in the blunt head and lick it delicately, then down, lapping and moaning to take in more and more of my stiffness. His head bobbed up and down, my palm guiding him, teaching him. I could teach him so much. What I liked. What he liked…what he’d never dreamed of. If he would give me the chance to be his alpha. He’d deep throat me, teeth gently scraping the skin with just that bit of sting I loved. Most alphas preferred to give pain than receive, but I had a taste for both. Again, within reason.
“Suck my balls,” I grunted and the omega released my cock to go from knees to all fours, licking then mouthing the delicate sac. “And finger my ass. Show me how you want me to fuck yours.”
Holding back, trying to keep from coming while my imaginations took me places I wanted to go in real life, I panted, bracing my back against the tiled wall, warm spray cascading over my jerking hand. It would be so much better with him, but just the fantasy was incredible. I stroked faster, harder, panting, balls tightening.
