Page 23 of Neighbors' Omega
My cock threatened to spring to life at the sight, and I had to choke back a groan as his alpha scent washed over me.
“Jace?” he asked, blinking a couple times. “What’s up?”
“I… ummm…” Why was I there again? Then I remembered. “Ca-can I bum some sugar?”
“Of course,” he responded. “Come in.”
“I should stay out here,” I argued.
He shook his head. “Nonsense. It’s freezing out, and you’re not wearing a jacket.”
“I…”
He reached out and took my wrist. “Come on, you’ll freeze.”
I allowed myself to be led into the house, but attempted to ignore the scent of the alphas that lived there.
“Jace?” Roland asked, standing from the couch.
“Sugar?” I whispered, holding up the bag.
“No prob,” he replied, striding over and taking the bag from my fingers. Then he settled his hand at the small of my back and guided me into the dining room. “Wait here.”
I nodded, scared that I’d let out a groan of desire if I spoke. I’d overestimated my ability to accomplish a relatively minor task, and simply breathing in their house resulted in a struggle to keep my cock soft.
Part of my mind was already imagining getting railed by the four of them—thoughts probably spurred by Ash’s stories of sexytimes with his mates.
“How much do you need?” Roland called from the kitchen.
“A-a cup… is fine,” I managed to answer.
He leaned back from where he’d disappeared to study me, and I gave him a weak smile in return.
Clinking and the sound of sugar being poured, then he reappeared, sealing the bag as he walked. He held it out, and dropped it into my hand.
“Thank you,” I rasped, throat dry with how close he was.
“You’re welcome,” he replied.
I started to turn to the door, then he spoke again.
“May I ask you a question?” he asked, voice suddenly lower in pitch and with a growl undertone that made shivers race up my spine.
“Wh-what?” I managed, turning back.
I gasped when I realized how close he’d gotten, then moaned softly as his rich scent hit me.
Roland closed the distance between us, then reached out and rested his hand at the back of my neck. “Is whatever you plan on baking really going to ease your cravings?”
I whimpered as I lost the struggle to keep my cock under control, and at the implication of what he was asking. “I… I…”
“Because it smells to me,” he continued, “like you’re craving something far more substantial than sweets.”
I whined as I realized that my back was against a wall, and a gorgeous alpha was at my front.
He licked his lips. “If sweets are really what you want,” he growled, “then I’ll escort you home, and make sure you lock the door before I leave you alone. I’ll check on you in a couple days to find out if you need anything. But if you’re craving something else…” he paused, “the four of us would be more than happy to help you.”
Another whine escaped me. “I… I don’t want a one-time thing.”
