by Athena Blaez
“Or the condescending asshole buying me lunch?”
“Do you really think that’s fair?”
Wyatt stared at his half-eaten salad. His appetite was gone and he was feeling feverish and irritable. “No, I don’t. Sorry. This is just…it’s hard for me, okay?”
Gage motioned for the bartender to refill their drinks. “Have you considered heat suppression meds? I bet if you went on them, you could still travel outside the country and your vacation wouldn’t be an issue.”
“I don’t like how I feel on them. They make me groggy and…I don’t know. I don’t like them.” Wyatt slurped the last of his daiquiri, the alcohol that concentrated at the bottom making him a little light-headed.
Maybe he should have eaten more of his salad.
“So you won’t go on heat suppression, you won’t find an anonymous warm body to knot,” Gage made a noise that did irritate Wyatt this time, “you really should consider finding someone you know—”
“Look, if this is the extent of your help, then you’ve helped quite enough.”
“You’re kind of cute when you’re cranky.”
“You’re making me cranky with your unhelpful advice.”
Gage laughed softly. “I have more advice. Advice that can help you out.”
Wyatt leaned back and crossed his arms defiantly. “I’m all ears.”
“You know my name is Gage, I know your name is Wyatt and that you want to knot so you can go on vacation and don’t want to do it with a stranger. I’d suggest that I’m no longer a stranger since you know my name and I bought you lunch.”
“So you’ll do me the favor of knotting with me,” Wyatt spat out sarcastically.
“You’re in heat, Wyatt. I’m an Alpha. Aren’t we all the same?”
Wyatt stood from his chair suddenly. The alcohol made his head swim a little. It only exacerbated that Gage was sitting there with his Alpha scent that was driving him crazy unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and he stood to lose several thousand dollars if he didn’t knot to take care of his heat and if he didn’t go on vacation, his very sanity would threaten to unravel at the seams.
“Where’s your car?”
4
Gage
Gage noticed as he paid the bill that Wyatt was really in a state. The man practically vibrated while standing still. He couldn’t tell if Wyatt was angry or if his heat, which was now probably starting to peak, was driving him this crazy.
Maybe Wyatt really was this crazy all the time.
He couldn’t deny that he really, really wanted to get his nut off, and with the way Wyatt’s scent was driving Gage around the bend, he knew this promised to be one hell of a ride.
His inner wolf scoffed at the idea that this would be a one-time thing. Wyatt rang Gage’s chimes in every way imaginable. He was feisty, a little demanding, and vulnerable.
His Alpha instincts were all over that.
Didn’t matter; Gage would take really good care of Wyatt for this show of trust, such that it was.
He ushered Wyatt out of the bar and they didn’t waste time getting to Gage’s Land Rover Dynamic. The security alarm squelched when Gage triggered it from his key fob. Before he could get the door open, Wyatt was in his space, throwing his arms around Gage’s shoulders and pressing a sloppy and very hot kiss to his mouth.
While Gage certainly wanted to indulge Wyatt, standing at the curb to do so wasn’t the best place to do that. He managed to get Wyatt’s death grip to loosen and tore his mouth away. “No doubt you’re a very hot little omega and I really want your ass up on my bed, so why don’t we get in the car and get to my place.”
“How far is it?” Wyatt rasped out, his hands smoothing over Gage’s chest.
“Close enough. Get in.”
Wyatt hesitated, but only for a moment before he scrambled into the SUV. Gage shut the door and trotted around to climb behind the wheel. The engine rumbled to life and Gage, with the precision of a surgeon, eased out into the flow of traffic.
Wyatt’s face was flush and his lips rosy and bruised from the crushing kiss earlier. Gage had to take deep breaths to keep it all in line so he didn’t pull into some parking garage and nail Wyatt in the backseat.
No, while Gage might have done that with any other omega, it seemed to be disrespectful to do that to Wyatt. Why this omega and not the dozens others that Gage slept with?
He didn’t know and wasn’t going to examine too closely. Getting to the penthouse in Hotel Zeist was his main priority.
At a stoplight, Wyatt leaned over the center console between them and cupped at Gage’s groin. “You need to hurry, Gage.”
“Yeah,” he groaned when the hot palm cupped perfectly over his rapidly rising cock. “Working on that.”
“Stupid console,” Wyatt said, sitting back with a huff to examine it. “It’s hard to reach you.”
Wyatt twisted to release his seat belt. He rose to kneel in the seat and leaned across, his mouth hot against Gage’s neck as he nibbled and chewed softly. Gage groaned again when Wyatt unbuttoned his jeans one-handed and snaked his hand down inside to wrap around his dick.
“Damn, Wyatt. Really need to knock that off.” Gage only half-heartedly meant it.
“I don’t know if I can.”
Gage’s Alpha roared to the fore. “You will handle it, little omega. Now sit down and put your seatbelt on before we’re pulled over and some cop decides he’s going to single-handedly save you from certain death if I wreck.”
Wyatt whimpered, and after a soft nip to Gage’s throat, he slumped back down in the seat and with the petulance of a small child, put his seat belt on.
Dear God, Gage was so hard now.
Gage tossed the keys to the valet and took the ticket before grabbing Wyatt’s hand while the omega rubbernecked the high-rise building of Hotel Zeist. “Come on, Wyatt; don’t lose focus now.”
“The rooms here are at least a couple thousand a night,” Wyatt said in awe as he stumbled through the lobby behind Gage.
Gage pulled out his security card and called the express elevator. “Not if you own the building.”
A cheery ding announced the arrival of the car, followed by the smooth slide of the elevator doors. “Get in.”
Wyatt marveled at the highly-polished brass fixtures in the elevator as the door closed.
Gage slid his card in the slot again and entered his code that would allow the elevator to bypass all floors on the way up to his penthouse.
The car lurched as it started moving slowly upwards. The numbers began the slow crawl up as they headed for the top floor.
Wyatt shifted restlessly from foot to foot. He stared intently as the numbers illuminated one by one.
Suddenly, Wyatt had eight arms as he launched into Gage’s arms. It was hard to keep up with his eagerness.
Tearing at Gage’s clothes, Wyatt managed to get Gage’s shirt untucked so he could slide warm palms up his chest. Skin on skin contact almost made Gage pass out in the face of Wyatt’s eagerness. Wyatt’s scent was amplified and increased in the small elevator car, which just made the whole thing ramp up to impossible lust.
“I need you in my ass right now, Gage,” Wyatt whined as he dropped to his knees. His fingers had Gage’s jeans open again before Gage could stop him. Gage’s head banged against the wall of the elevator when Wyatt’s hot mouth slid over his cock.
Somewhere along the way, Gage had lost control of this situation. While Wyatt’s heat-driven need was hot as hell, Gage did like to be the one in control. But damn, ma’am, Wyatt’s mouth was like heaven on him.
Threading his fingers through Wyatt’s hair, the omega sucked on him like it was his only lifeline. “My cock filling your mouth looks mighty fine, Wyatt. I’m sure filling your ass will be even better.”
Gage glanced up. The building was forty stories high. They still had about ten floors to go. “But if you make me come now, you’ll have to wait until I’m recovered.”
With a soft whimper, Wya
tt slowly pulled Gage out of his mouth and Gage mourned the loss of heat sliding over his shaft. “I don’t want to wait.”
“Hm,” Gage said, dragging Wyatt to his feet. “Looks like you’ll have to. But we’re close, Wyatt. We’re close.”
“Not close enough.” Wyatt wrapped his fingers around Gage’s wrist. “Don’t tuck yourself away. I want to see it, all the way up.”
Gage’s eyebrow lifted in surprise. “Didn’t strike me as the kinky sort.”
“I don’t know what I am, other than so horny I don’t know what to do with myself. Are we there yet?”
Wyatt pulled at his clothing as if it were getting too hot for him.
The car slowed to a stop as if to answer Wyatt.
The doors parted and they stepped directly into Gage’s penthouse. Spacious and tastefully decorated, this was Aaron’s doing. Gage told Aaron he needed his own space away from the pack mansion on the outskirts of town; a place to get away from the politics and the pressure. Aaron delivered admirably.
It was rare he brought someone here to have sex, preferring to go to their place but it was fitting to bring Wyatt here. He didn’t know why but it was.
Wyatt stepped off the elevator first, his attention now riveted on the penthouse. “I didn’t know people had this much money.” He spun around to watch Gage as he stepped off behind him.
Dropping his key card on the table, Gage shrugged. “Family money. Does it change things?”
Wyatt charged up in Gage’s space and shoved him against the wall. “No.”
Before Gage could stop him, Wyatt was on his knees again, sucking his cock. This time, Wyatt went at it like he was not going to stop.
Gage was starting to see stars, and if he didn’t stop Wyatt, he would blow his wad like a volcano. If there was knotting to be done, Gage didn’t want to waste a good orgasm on Wyatt’s mouth. He wanted his dick in Wyatt’s ass.
He hooked a hand under Wyatt’s arm and dragged him to his feet. “If you want to feel my dick inside you, you might want to think about getting your clothes off and head for the bedroom.”
Wyatt lunged for a kiss, sloppy, dirty, and obscene. He sucked at Gage’s tongue like it was his dick before he broke with a gasp and teetered off towards the open bedroom door, almost like he was drunk.
Gage followed behind, taking his time to gather his wits about him again and to gain control of the situation. Wyatt was hot as hell and eager to get plowed. He appreciated that but Gage would control this, not Wyatt.
Wyatt’s heat was taking him into his own headspace and that meant he was starting to give up control to get what his body craved naturally.
Gage could definitely give Wyatt what his body craved.
More, Gage wanted to do that for Wyatt.
By the time Gage shut the bedroom door, Wyatt had crawled to the center of Gage’s king-size bed. He stretched out on his stomach, pulling a pillow beneath his shoulders and with a shining, lust-filled gaze, watched Gage’s every motion as he took his time getting undressed.
In order to minimize disruption, Gage set his phone on the other side of the room. He hated that tether to the real world but Aaron had insisted that he carry it at all times.
Tonight? Gage would kill someone if they interrupted him now.
Once he had his clothes off, he stood at the side of the bed, hand stroking absently along his cock.
Wyatt was less crazed now, but still bristling with energy. Gage could feel the man vibrating in his skin.
“Get on your knees and give me your ass, Wyatt.”
Gage met Wyatt in the middle of the bed as he presented Gabe his ass. With his shoulders lowered to the bed, Wyatt’s ass was high, just at the perfect height for a good slap.
Wyatt flinched with a hiss from the sharp sting, but the sound slid to a soft moan when Gage smoothed his lips and tongue over the reddened skin. “Are you wet for me, Wyatt?”
To test it, Gage slipped his fingers into Wyatt’s ass. They definitely wouldn’t need any lube. Wyatt was practically dripping wet.
“So ready for you, Gage. Please,” Wyatt whined. “Hurry.”
As much as the begging was the prettiest sound Gage had heard in a very long time, nothing more needed to be said.
Positioning the head of his dick at the puckered muscle, Gage started to push in, waiting for Wyatt’s body to accept him. Wyatt’s ass practically sucked Gage in on its own. He flexed his hips until their bodies were flush, touching skin to skin.
Wyatt’s vocalizations quickly turned incoherent as he dropped into the zone of his pure heat craze.
It was the most basic and primal of instincts, for an Alpha to mate and breed with an omega. That’s why the omegas had their quarterly heats and why Alphas reacted so aggressively to them.
Gage had better control than most, but in the face of Wyatt’s insane need to be knotted, it was hard to keep that focus and control. But he remembered that Wyatt had indicated he didn’t have a lot of lovers.
Wyatt’s body wasn’t acting like it, but Gage knew if he wasn’t careful, Wyatt would feel it in the morning in the worst way possible.
Falling forward to brace over Wyatt, he picked up a faster thrusting rhythm. Even though his instincts were to pound like there was no tomorrow, he kept it gentle and sweet. Or as much as he could in the face of Wyatt’s keening and begging for Gage to go faster, harder.
Wyatt reached back to claw at Gage’s thigh, as if to draw him further and deeper.
Wyatt’s desperation encouraged Gage to move that much slower and more deliberate.
“Gage,” Wyatt whined again. “Make me feel it.”
Gage kissed Wyatt’s shoulder and nuzzled at the back of his neck. “Not yet, Wyatt. Let me feel the fullness of your body taking me in, inch by inch. How your muscles try to draw me in every time I pull out. How your body cries out for me. Can you feel me, Wyatt? Can you feel as your body sucks me in with every thrust?”
“Yes,” Wyatt panted out. “And I need you so much, Gage, I’m crazy.”
Gage’s patience gave out. If Wyatt wanted a pounding, if he was ready for it, then that’s what Gage would give him.
Grabbing Wyatt’s wrists, he pulled them until they were straight down, hands by his knees. Using his grip on Wyatt as leverage, Gage pulled back each time he thrust.
Wyatt was powerless to move since Gage held him by his wrists. Every connection of their bodies took them higher, stripping more and more of Gage’s control until he was roaring his orgasm, pumping Wyatt full of his seed. His knot swelled and caught in Wyatt’s ass as he let loose.
Without being touched, Wyatt cried out, his cock jumping and shooting to paint Gage’s expensive bed spread with his come.
Once they were locked together and still holding to Wyatt’s wrists, Gage tipped them over to the side. He pulled Wyatt’s arms to wrap around his own torso so Gage would spoon him from the back while his knot held firm.
Gage felt Wyatt’s body go completely limp. He lifted his head to see that Wyatt had fallen asleep. His face was relaxed and at peace, no longer filled with tension.
That was one picture which made Gage’s night.
That was a look he wanted to see on Wyatt’s face regularly.
And wasn’t that a funny thought to have? Gage disliked bedding the same omega twice. Yet here was an omega who commanded his complete and rapt attention.
The small voice in the back of his head warned Gage that this would get complicated.
For once, he chose to ignore that voice.
5
Wyatt
By the time Wyatt was able to rouse himself to the sound of Gage’s cell phone ringing, he was pleasantly sore all over. They hadn’t knotted just that one time. Wyatt had drifted off to sleep once the tension released in his body the moment he felt Gage’s knot.
Wyatt’s heat was persistent. After a fast nap, he woke Gage for a round two.
Then, a round three.
Morning light was just starting to peek through the bedro
om curtains when Wyatt was able to disengage from Gage’s protective embrace.
It was a shame to leave him like that. Being wrapped in Gage’s arms while they slept felt comfortable. It felt right.
Wyatt would not allow himself to hope for anything more from the Alpha.
Gage was an Alpha. He was an Alpha’s Alpha. He could have the pick of any omega and beta in the city. Hell, he could probably have his pick of any other Alpha, too. Why would he want someone like Wyatt?
Gage was sound asleep, making cute snoring noises. The phone ringing didn’t disturb him in the least, other than causing him to roll over.
When Gage turned, Wyatt was freed from the weight of his arm and he rolled out of the bed to search for his clothes. They were strewn all over in the bedroom. His shirt ended up in the hall with one shoe. After a short panic attack, he found the other one shoved up under the bed. His jeans were in the bathroom.
He didn’t want to ponder that.
He dressed quickly. It was already late, and while Jason would be there to open the shop, Wyatt really needed to be there since he was the boss. It was irresponsible to not show up to his own store.
Standing at the foot of the bed, debating whether to wake Gage or not, he spied the box of condoms on the floor. In a fit of sudden need to straighten the room, he bent to put the box on the side table when a terrible realization hit him.
Gage hadn’t used a condom at all. There were no foil packets anywhere to be found, and there should have been three.
Shit.
Shit!
Terrible realization quickly morphed into almost full onset panic attack. At least as he breathed through the anxiety, he realized that the symptoms of his heat were gone. So knotting with Gage had done the trick.
He was a little sick to his stomach, pushing away the faint voice in the back of his head about how dangerous that was to do. He focused on one fact.
If his heat was gone, there was still a chance he could take his vacation.