Page 15 of Alphabets & Omegas
“Casey,” she breathes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Chapter Seven
“Why do you live in a garage?” she whispers into the dark as I lead her through the workshop. After thoroughly making sure she knew how much I appreciated her confession, with kisses and my words, I helped her onto the back of my motorcycle. I’d never seen anything hotter than Nevaeh straddling my bike, with her dress bunched up to her hips and thighs spread wide. I made it a quick trip, not just because she isn’t dressed for the cold weather, but because my cock was painfully hard.
“I don’t liveina garage. I liveovera garage,“ I reply in a whisper too, unsure why we’re being quiet in the first place but playing along. The switch for the lights is on the other side of the garage, so I’m using my phone to light up the stairs that will take us from the workshop floor to my flat in the mezzanine above. With every step we take, the metal steps reverberate through the space with a loud clanging noise.
“That’s the kind of semantic arguments one of my students would make.”
“Baby, I’ll happily be your student if you want to teach me something,” I reply with a smirk and an eyebrow waggle.
She steps into my apartment, and I shiver with delight. She’s in my territory. Finally! I try not to feel self-conscious that my space is very much a bachelor pad. She won’t find a single throw pillow to soften the harsh leather couches or adorning my custom made Alpha-sized bed.
I shrug off my leather jacket, my spare one because my Omega is wearing my usual, throwing it on the back of my favorite worn armchair.
“You’re incorrigible,” she sighs, but smiles nevertheless.
“Absolutely. And don’t forget impressive and devilishly handsome,” I wink, referencing our first conversation.
“I think I’ve made a mistake,” she groans, pretending to walk back to the door. She barely takes two steps before I scoop her up in my arms and stride towards the bed.
“Nope, too late. I’ve got you in my den.”
She giggles as I drop her onto the mattress. Nevaeh crawls backwards up the bed and rests on her elbows, smiling slyly before asking, “What are you going to do with me, Alpha?”
“As I see it, that’s up to you.”
“Oh? What are my options?”
“Hmm,” I tap my pointer finger on my chin, pretending to think deeply. “Well, I may be biased, but I think option one is off the table.”
“What’s option one?” Nevaeh asks, tilting her head. She looks incredible reclining on my bed.
“Leaving.”
Never.My wolf growls threateningly in the back of my mind.
I reach behind my neck and drag my shirt up and over my head, making sure to flex my muscles as I do so. I grin at her wide-eyed stare.
She hums, but doesn’t protest my vetoing option one and the growling from my wolf quietens.
I toe out of my boots and tug off her kitten heels. She’s not leaving, so she won’t need her shoes anytime soon.
“And option two?”
I climb onto the bed and slowly stalk up her body. Her irises are blown wide with anticipation, and her breathing quickens. I straddle her, my legs on either side of her waist and my hair cascading around my face.
Our scents mix, her maple and apple joining with my musky masculine scent embedded in the fibers of my sheets. I’ve been told I smell like motor oil and, strangely enough, cookies.
I kiss her lips, barely brushing them in a teasing manner and relishing the little hiccup of want that slips from Nevaeh.
“Option two. You stay the night here in my bed, and I show you just how wrong the pack was to call you defective. I’ll lick your pretty little clit until you come, and then I’ll do it again and again until you beg me for my knot. Afterwards, when you’re full of my come, you’ll let me take you out for that date I’ve been asking for. You’ll sit across the table from me with my come dripping out of your stretched pussy.”
Her breath hitches and her hips buck of their own accord. My smirk grows, and I nuzzle behind her ear, making sure my breath trails over her mating gland.
