by Fel Fern
Clark walked up to me and pulled me into a hug. It was like he knew exactly what I needed. I slumped against him.
He was so warm. I felt safe, like nothing and no one in the world could ever harm me. I blew out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” I blurted, finally looking up at him.
“I shouldn’t have threatened him,” Clark finally said. The Alpha looked at me. “I scared you, didn’t I? I swear to you I’m not violent by nature, Dusty. I just hate Alphas like that the most.”
“I know.”
An Alpha who grew up in a big family of Omegas didn’t enjoy inflicting violence. I was surprised and intrigued at the same time when Clark told me about his family.
“Thank you,” I added. “If you weren’t here with me, I wouldn’t have known how to handle him. I didn’t know he was coming.”
“My pleasure. If he bothers you again, let me know,” he said.
“I will.”
“Dusty?” Clark seemed to hesitate.
He looked like he needed to get something off his chest. Clark released me, which saddened me a little.
I wanted him to hold me again, to kiss me senseless, and touch me. Hunger moved inside of me like a restless beast, making me twitchy and nervous.
“Yeah?” I managed to ask.
Clark was silent for a few moments, but he finally spoke up, “Am I overreacting? Coming on too strong? Simon told me many times that I could be overbearing and possessive.”
Clark looked like he believed those words. It seemed his ex also did a number on him.
Poor guy.
In some ways, we were perfect for each other. We were both damaged and shattered by our exes but maybe we could make each other whole again.
“Well, I don’t know about your ex but I like possessive Alphas.” I pointed out.
God. That sounded embarrassing but Clark only smiled at me.
I sighed and said, “Tag ruined our romantic evening. I had plans to get you drunk and loose.”
Clark raised an eyebrow. “Devious Omega.”
Feeling bold, I placed one hand over his left pectoral, right where his heart was. Clark felt incredibly warm. His skin burned like a furnace.
He gripped his hand over my wrist. I let out a breath. He raised my hand to his lips and kissed each knuckle one by one.
Tonight was still happening.
I leaned in and stole a kiss from him, only for Clark to take control. He gripped the back of my neck, kissed me back like there was no tomorrow. He traced the seam of my mouth with his tongue.
Clark then deepened the kiss, making me forget about Tag.
Tag was old news. Out with the old and in with the new, I thought.
When Clark withdrew his mouth, we were both panting.
I wanted more. Never before had I acted this bold, desperate, or wild with a date. It was a heady feeling.
Clark pushed me gently. My ass landed on the edge of my sofa. To my shock, Clark knelt in front of me. It seemed wrong the Alpha was in this position and not me.
Clark flashed me a mischievous smile and unzipped me.
“C-Clark? What’s happening?” I whispered, terrified he was some kind of mirage.
I always had ill luck when it came to dating. What if Clark was merely a figment of my overactive imagination?
“Can’t you tell? I’m going to blow you.”
Clark hooked his fingers into my belt loops. In one jerk, Clark tugged my pants and my boxers down my ankles. I stepped out of them, still stunned.
Clark continued, “Tonight, I want to focus on your pleasure alone.”
“You make me feel special,” I whispered.
“You are. Take off your shirt.” He ordered.
I did as he asked. Normally, I didn’t feel comfortable in my own skin. Unlike Clark who was padded with muscle, I’d always been skinny my entire life.
I’ve never had anyone look at me the way Clark did either. He raked his heated gaze up and down my body, licking his lips while he did it.
I blushed because no one had ever looked at me like that. Like I was some kind of prize. Like I was the most desirable thing he’d ever seen his entire life.
He made me feel less conscious and more confident of myself.
Clark parted my thighs even wider, exposing my balls and my lengthening cock. The tip of my dick was already red, leaking pre-cum.
Clark stuck his tongue out and licked the pearly white droplets away. I moaned, digging my fingers into the leather as Clark continued his relentless exploration.
It also struck me that I was completely nude while he remained dressed. It was an erotic feeling.
He dragged his tongue from the base of my dick to my crown. At the same time, he squeezed my balls and he applied just the right amount of pleasure.
I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of his mouth on my most intimate body parts.
I opened my eyes, sucked in a breath as Clark began to take my dick into his mouth. Once the tip of my cock reached the back of his throat, Clark dove back up for air.
Pressure continued to build inside me as I watched him bob his head up and down. Clark managed to wrangle moans and groans from my lips.
If this went on any further, I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back any longer.
As if Clark knew I was about to blow, he abruptly pulled his mouth away from my prick.
I let out a frustrated whimper as Clark covered his mouth over mine, making me taste my need on his lips.
He closed his fingers over my aching shaft. One squeeze and I shattered. My vision blurred. I climaxed long and hard, filling Clark’s big hand with my seed.
5
Clark
Watching Dusty get lost in the throes of pleasure made my dick hard as steel.
I’ve never been on the giving end of a blowjob before but this was exactly what I wanted to see—Dusty’s languid and unguarded expression.
He looked sated and well-used and I hadn’t even fucked him yet.
It was crazy how head-over-heels I was for this Omega. We only met tonight and yet there was an undeniable spark, a connection between us.
I’ve never believed in love at first sight before, but I’ve changed my mind.
Dusty tugged the sleeve of my shirt, pulling me close. We both ended up lying on the couch, with Dusty underneath me.
I took off my shirt and tossed it aside. I pinned his arms above his head, so I could take my time brushing my lips over his.
I’d never get sick of the sweet taste of him. I left kisses down his neck, his collarbones. I took one flat nipple into my mouth, sucking on it.
Dusty cried out when I bit down hard, leaving an imprint of my teeth marks there.
I reached for his cock, stroked it, unsurprised he was getting hard for me again. Unlike Betas, Alphas and Omegas recovered quickly when it came to sex.
“I should stop,” I told him.
My words were at odds with my actions. I couldn’t help myself. It was clear that Dusty was becoming my newfound addiction, a drug I didn’t want to wean myself off.
“Why?” He asked, sounding puzzled. “You touching me feels nice.”
“I told myself I could go slow with you. That I wouldn’t rush,” I explained. “There’s something special between us. Can you feel it too, Dusty?”
“I do,” he answered. “Usually I like taking my time when it comes to dating. With you, I don’t want to. I never had sex on a first date before but I keep wondering how it will feel like with you.”
Dusty’s face turned red as if the admission embarrassed him. I smirked.
God, but my Omega was cute as a button when he blushed.
I tucked a wayward strand of red hair that that fallen across Dusty’s face behind one ear.
I made my decision.
We both wanted, no needed this. Dusty wasn’t just my rebound guy or a simple one-night-stand.
I didn’t just want to
sleep with him. I wanted to spend more time with him and get to know him better.
I could imagine bringing him to one of my family barbecues and introducing him to everyone as my boyfriend.
I was getting way ahead of myself.
I kissed him again, slow and sweet this time around. I parted from the kiss and told him, “I want you to fuck you from behind.”
The savage image of me rutting Dusty like an uncontrollable beast rose in my head.
Indescribable hunger short-circuited every rational thought in my head.
“God yes.” The excitement shining in Dusty’s huge brown eyes only made my dick thicken.
I smiled, getting off him. Dusty stood from the sofa and got on his hands and knees on the floor. He wiggled his ass at me.
Feeling devious, I smacked his left ass cheek, then his right. He jumped.
I took off my pants and underwear. I positioned myself behind Dusty. I ran my fingers possessively down the length of his spine, the cleft between his buttocks.
Dusty shivered when I used my foot to nudge his legs further apart to expose his tempting and pink asshole.
I pushed one finger inside him, then another. Omegas were self-lubricating and Dusty was already primed for me.
“So wet and eager,” I murmured. I didn’t need a mirror to know Dusty was blushing for me. “You’re so fucking hot, Dusty. I can’t wait to be inside your tight little ass.”
Dusty groaned. “Do you always talk dirty during sex?”
“Don’t like it?” I began to make twisting motions with my digits, widening Dusty for my access.
The need to fuck him senseless, to dominate him, overcame any other decent thought in my head but I wasn’t exactly small. The last thing I wanted was to hurt my Omega by accident.
“I think I do.”
I finally pulled my fingers out of his ass. I guided my cock into his hole but I didn’t push in right away.
I left smears of pre-cum over his asscheeks, his thighs, marking him the way a wolf claimed territory.
Gripping his ass, I slid my cock inside him. Dusty groaned. I made my way inside him, slow and steady. I gritted my teeth as his inner muscles locked tight against my dick, drawing me further in.
Once I moved past the thick and stubborn ring of muscles, the passage went smoother. Finally, I sunk myself inside him to the hilt.
Fuck, but it felt so damned good. It had been so long for me but I didn’t fuck Dusty out of sheer desperation.
His need was so palpable like my own but it was more than just simple attraction between us.
“Clark, you’re so big.”
“Hush, I know. I’m going to make you fly.” I promised.
I began to slide in and out of him, settling on a rhythm that suited us both.
“Faster, please.”
At his plea, I picked up the pace. With each push, I went deeper, seemingly able to breach his most intimate places.
Sweat coated our bodies. I reduced us both to panting and noisy animals.
Each time I entered him, it almost felt like my soul could climb out of my body to touch his.
I shifted the angle of my thrusts. Dusty gasped, back arching. I knew I found his sweet spot.
I slid my hand between our bodies and began to stroke him. I aimed for his prostate over and over again.
At my next push, Dusty cried out, then spilled his load all over my waiting fingers. I pumped in and out of him a few more times.
My balls tightened against my body. All my muscles locked into place.
I buried my cock inside him and began to knot him. Dusty remained where he was. He didn’t move as my knot continued to swell.
I’ve never knotted anyone before.
Alphas only did that with their chosen Omegas. Their soul mates. This only cemented the fact that Dusty might just be the one man I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
“Clark?” Dusty hesitantly asked. “How long will it last?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “This is my first time.”
I was a little worried I was hurting him but Dusty was a champ.
My knot subsided. Finally, it was over.
I filled Dusty’s waiting ass with my seed.
In my head, I imagined Dusty pregnant in my bed. I would be resting my head against his distended stomach. I’d then hear a beautiful and tiny heartbeat.
What would it feel like, waking right next to my soul mate every single morning?
To behold Dusty’s beautiful sleeping profile?
To own, cherish, and protect this Omega?
I would be the luckiest Alpha in the world.
If Dusty knew what was going on in my head, he might think I was crazy.
We’ve only met each other tonight. I shouldn't be thinking three to four steps ahead and envisioning what our future together might be like.
I pulled my softening prick out of his ass and slid to the carpet next to him. I gathered Dusty in my arms.
He leaned his head against my chest. Dusty didn’t appear mad by what just happened. He closed his eyes and we simply stayed like that for a long while.
I didn’t mind. Dusty felt like a tiny bundle of warmth against me. A perfect fit.
There was nowhere else I wanted to be but here.
6
Dusty
I had the most amazing dream last night. I dreamt I went on a blind date with a hot and demanding Alpha who instantly swept me off my feet.
We ended up coming back to my apartment and having mind-blowing sex.
Wait. Was all that real?
I remembered falling into bed, boneless, and sated. Clark had wrapped his big body over mine and I snuggled close to him.
I had a deep and uninterrupted sleep. I never slept so well in ages.
I peeled my eyes open, feeling warm sunlight on my face. The space next to me in bed was empty. A sinking feeling started in my gut.
I touched the sheets. My aching body and Clark’s lingering scent proved that I hadn’t imagined last night.
I bit on my lower lip.
What if I romanticized last night?
Clark was five years younger than me. He was sexy, protective, and unexpectedly sweet. I bet he had no problems reeling in Omegas.
Maybe Clark was a bonafide charmer who did this all the time—made pathetic and sad Omegas like me feel special only to bolt the first thing the next morning.
Self-doubt crept inside me. I slowly sat up in bed and hugged my knees to my chest. Last night, I had a wonderful time.
I’ve never felt that way with a guy. Clark made me feel good. Special. Would I ever find someone like Clark ever again?
“He knotted me,” I whispered to the empty room.
That had to mean something. Alphas only did that when they found their special Omegas. I shut my eyes.
My alarm started to go off from somewhere in my apartment. I needed to drag my sorry ass out of bed and take a shower. While I worked from home, I kept to a strict 9 to 5 schedule. It was the only way I could stay productive.
I debated taking a day off because I was the kind of guy who kept worrying over the tiny details. I wouldn’t get any work done today, because I would keep going over my date with Clark last night.
Had I done something wrong? Was it because of Tag?
What if Clark realized he didn’t want to be with an insecure and awkward Omega like me after all?
Maybe he wasn’t the guy I imagined him to be.
My insides twisted. I was a 27-year-old single Omega. My life was going nowhere. I might as well adopt several cats from the local shelter since netting a decent man, a good Alpha was impossible for me.
A knock on my bedroom door made me look up.
“Hey, you awake?” Clark stood by the doorway, wearing nothing but jeans.
He had a towel draped over his neck and droplets of water still clung to his dark hair.
I suddenly felt foolish. Here I was, feeling sorry and miserable for myself over a simple misunder
standing.
Clark hadn’t left. He just took a shower.
“I got to leave soon. I forgot I have a bartending gig this morning,” Clark said, looking apologetic. “But I was hoping maybe we could have breakfast together?”
Oh my God. How could I ever think badly of this Alpha?
I could scent bacon and waffles in the air. No one but my mom ever made me breakfast. Clark was so darn sweet.
“Definitely.” I was in a rush, I nearly fell off the bed but Clark was instantly there.
He gripped my arm before I fell face-first into the floor. Clark helped me to my feet.
“Easy,” Clark murmured.
Standing this close to him, it struck me how yummy Clark looked without his shirt on. Feeling bold, I ran my hands down his hard chest. Clark let out a rumble.
My heart raced when he gripped my fingers. His gaze turned serious, intense. Clark looked me up and down and I remembered I slept naked last night.
I swallowed.
“Don’t tease me right now, Dusty, or I’ll shove you back in bed and have my way with you,” Clark said with a growl.
“I’ll behave,” I promised, remembering Clark had to go to work. “I’ll put on some boxers and join you.”
“Good idea.” Clark finally released my arm.
I found a clean pair of shorts in the bathroom. I put them on and tried to make myself presentable.
I splashed some water over my face and tried to tame my unruly red hair. They kept sticking up.
I sighed. I had to do. I found Clark in the kitchen, already dressed. A pity, because I liked looking at his massive chest.
Seeing me, he poured the steaming coffee into two cups. My stomach growled as I eyed the spread on the kitchen counter. There were two plates filled with waffles, French toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and ham.
“You made all this?” I asked, accepting the cup he handed me. I opened the fridge and added milk to my cup.
“I didn’t know what you liked, so I made everything,” he said.
“Where did you come from? Heaven?” I blushed.
I sounded so corny and lame but Clark only let out that sexy laugh that didn’t fail to wake my dick up.
We sat at the counter and ate. I widened my eyes after I took a bite of everything. I let out an embarrassing moan.