“Yes. And exactly what you’ve been doing.” The Alpha grinned a little. “It’s cute that you’re worried but you really don’t have to be.”
“Cute.” Niketas grumbled, then sighed and wriggled closer to Stelios’ side. “Somethin’ wrong with you if you think that I’m—”
“Niketas.”
“…Yes, Sir?”
“Shut up now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Stelios turned on a movie that lasted for the most of the rest of the flight, but Niketas only half paid attention to it. He was more concerned with getting as close to Stelios as possible, absorbing the heat of his body and the warmth of his absentminded touch.
When the plane landed, another car was waiting for them, pulled right up to the base of the stairs. Stelios kept Niketas close, an arm hooked around his waist, and pulled him right against his side, even while they were being driven wherever.
He didn’t care—if he was honest with himself it was just what he wanted. Close to him like that, he could believe that Stelios was telling the truth about his own feelings. About his easy acceptance of Niketas’ confession. He hadn’t meant to say it, but neither had he wanted to go back home again without saying it.
This was better. Niketas looked up out of the corner of one eye and saw Stelios looking down at him, the glow of his eyes brighter as the sun set.
By the time they got to wherever they were going, Niketas was starving, and the smells of good food that rolled out of the low building they’d stopped in front of started his stomach growling. Stelios stepped out of the car and beckoned him along behind him, but he didn’t make it inside before a chubby older woman with a gorgeous smile came bustling out the door.
“Stelios! You didn’t call ahead, what are you doing in France tonight?”
“Maman. Nothing, except that I was hungry for something delicious—and I wanted to bring Niketas some place special. It’s good to see you.”
He reached his arms around her and kissed her cheeks, and the woman laughed. Maman. That was…didn’t that mean mother? Niketas wasn’t up on his French, but it didn’t sound like a name the way Stelios said it, that was for sure. Still, the woman certainly wasn’t old enough to be Stelios’ mother, and her features were nothing like his.
“And you. And what have we here…finally bringing someone with you?” She turned her attention to Niketas. “He has never brought someone with him here. You must be a special one.”
Her accent dragged the words out - ‘ee ‘azz nevair broughd zomeone with ‘im ‘ere. Then she laughed at him, and Niketas shivered a little. This woman was as much wolf as him or Stelios, and the ripples of her presence wore the weight of an Alpha. So, she was the mate of an Alpha…why was she here, then? And running a restaurant?
She started laughing and crossed behind Stelios to look up at him. “You want to know what I am doing here, who I am. Pretty face is so easy to read, omega friend of Stelios. But those are questions for another day…if I see you again.” She lifted an eyebrow in Stelios’ direction, but he growled faintly and said nothing. “So? Do you want a menu for your friend, or—”
“He’s my lover, not my friend, as you well know. And no, no menu. Whatever’s ready, for both of us, and that red from last time.”
“That red he says. So many things you are, but respectful of the wine, no. Of course not. And of my food? No, not that either.” She smirked, and Niketas blinked - was that an Alpha expression, then, and not something Stelios shared with Luka because they were twins? “And you’ve come with a lover. Naughty, Stelios. Bring him inside and sit down, it will only be a moment.”
Niketas followed Stelios inside, and through a mostly empty dining room to a booth in the corner that he slipped into with great familiarity.
“So this is your favorite place, huh?”
“Said so, didn’t I?”
“How’d you find it? And—her?”
“Mm…you want to know how I know her…and Andrei…and Mikhail? Even though I have no pack?”
Niketas felt the heat rising under his skin again, and he frowned, didn’t meet Stelios’ gaze. “Yeah I—I guess.”
“Hey. I can’t help that I had other lovers before you, Niketas. Lots of them, I won’t lie about that. But you should feel special.” He grinned, a quirk of the lips that Niketas caught out of the corner of his eye.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever decided to keep to myself, the only one I’ve ever wanted more from than a good fuck.” Niketas looked back at his face. “I never…clicked with anyone before you.”
“Well…how did you meet them, anyway?”
Stelios smirked at him, a flash of teeth and eyes that set his pulse racing. “We all have one place in common. A club, in Paris. Maybe someday I’ll take you there, but you aren’t ready for that yet, and I don’t know if I want to share you even that much.”
“Share? What kind of club are you talking about!”
“The kind where I bring you in on a leash and collar, Niketas. The kind where I bring you in on your knees…and keep you there.”
Niketas shivered, a slow, full shudder that twitched itself over his skin like caressing fingers. That kind of place. On his knees in front of who knew how many strangers, Stelios tugging him along? On his knees and Stelios making him suck his cock, on his knees and Stelios behind him, taking him hard in front of—fuck. His jeans were suddenly uncomfortable.
“Sir I— Sir. I want that.” The words escaped him in a rush, before he had a chance to second guess himself. Stelios hooked a leg around his under the table, reached out one hand and rubbed his thumb over the inside of his wrist, across his palm and back again.
“Do you. Then we’ll talk about it later. I already said, you aren’t ready for that place, no matter what you think. When I let the Alpha part of me loose on you, what do you do?”
“I…” He licked his lips and shook his head, and Stelios chuckled.
“Go right to your knees for me. And it’s what I want, but…what would you do for an Alpha other than me?”
Niketas stared at him. “That’s what you’re worried about? It’s not like that. I can feel it, I’m aware of it—like with the woman who owns this place. But it doesn’t—you’re the only one who…well. And Luka, before. But that was because he’s my Alpha, and he’s never wanted that from me anyway. Or I wouldn’t be here, would I?” He grinned, but only a little. That wasn’t really a pleasing thought.
The woman came back from the kitchen then, carrying a heavy tray that she put down on the table next to theirs. Hot plates steaming with savory odors were set down in front of them one at a time, and Stelios named them for him as they came. Rabbit and dijon, partridge in a white wine sauce, and some kind of stew with a French name Niketas missed entirely—but it smelled like venison and he had no problem with that.
“Smells just as good as always, Maman.”
“Of course it does, you think I change my recipes for you, or for fun? Eat now, while it’s hot.”
She poured wine for them, and left the bottle, and Niketas hesitated for only an instant before he picked up a leg of rabbit and bit into it. The meat was tender and spicy with mustard flavor, but not too heavy, and he tasted something else he couldn’t identify. It was good, whatever it was, and he sucked the flesh off the bones, one piece at a time.
When he looked up again Stelios was watching him, with something warm and wild in his eyes. It made Niketas flush, and he turned his attention from rabbit to the stew, but he could feel the weight of Stelios’ gaze on him, not shifting, pleased and…
“Okay what is it, you’re starting to freak me out.”
“Why, because I’m watching you?”
“Uh…yeah.”
“But you’re my omega, and I brought you here to—or does Luka not do this?”
Niketas blinked at him, instantly understanding. After a hunt Luka did exactly this, sat above the rest of them and watched while they ate, on guard even while he sated his own hunger—pleased wi
th himself, in the smug, self-satisfied way an Alpha could be pleased after he’d provided for his pack.
“You…oh, yeah. City wolf.” He grinned a little. “This is the same for you, isn’t it? As Luka after a hunt.”
“I should have taken you hunting instead, is that it?”
“Didn’t say that, this’s good stuff, I’ve never had French food before. I just wasn’t thinking.”
“So, I’m not creepy after all?”
He was smirking again, but Niketas flushed regardless. “Sir. No. Sorry.”
Stelios was still watching him, but it didn’t bother him after that, and by the time Niketas was left with bones and the dregs of a mostly-empty wineglass, he wanted nothing more than to slink under the table and curl up at Stelios’ feet. He didn’t—couldn’t, even if he’d really intended to do something that dumb. There wasn’t room.
But he followed Stelios with his eyes when the Alpha got up and went to pay and say goodbye. The female nodded at him from across the room, still with something of an odd smile on her face.
Niketas didn’t get up, didn’t move to say goodbye himself, just nodded back at her. Stelios came back and tugged him out of the booth, and Niketas stuck right against his side until they were in the car again and he could lay himself across the Alpha’s lap.
If Stelios was surprised by it, he didn’t say anything. He just rested a hand on Niketas’ shoulder, then ran warm fingers through his hair.
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The next thing Niketas knew, Stelios was shaking him, helping him sit up, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the side of his face. “Hey. Hey, Niketas. Walking. You. Come on.”
“Mmm…Sir?” He yawned widely, then lifted his mouth to Stelios’ lips and kissed him. The hand on his face slid up into his hair and tightened there. While Niketas was kissing Stelios his brain had time to unfog itself, and he realized they weren’t in Stelios’ apartment, weren’t in his furs—were, in fact, still in the back of a car.
“Oh…plane! Right.”
He followed Stelios up the stairs and onto the plane, and this time when they were up in the air and the seatbelt light flicked off, Stelios didn’t have to tell him what to do. He stripped on his way to the back of the plane, and was already on his knees in the furs when Stelios came back. He’d brought glasses, and a bottle of wine, and he was still dressed, but he eyed Niketas appreciatively and put the wine aside as he climbed into the furs and over him.
“Is this a hint, Niketas?”
“Not really. If you want it to be.”
“Oh?”
“I thought it was what you’d want.”
“Really.” He crawled over Niketas and nuzzled his throat, kissed his way up to Niketas’ mouth and kissed him until he moaned. Fuck. It wasn’t fair how easy it was for Stelios to do that to him. Then his mouth was moving again, down his throat to his chest, over his nipples—hot. Wet. And his tongue, flicking over his nipples like that, it made him want…
“Sir would you—would you…”
“Hmm?”
“Suck my cock. Please, your mouth, I—Sir. Please?”
Stelios held Niketas’ cock at the base, started to stroke slowly, then looked up at him as if considering. “Suck your cock? You want me on my knees for you? But then you’ve never had a man suck your cock, have you? I didn’t last time…and you were so good for me today. I thought you were going to give in and come before I told you, but you... You’re learning so quick for me.”
Niketas shivered. When Stelios said that it meant more than just the words. The Alpha leaned forward and licked around the head of his cock, then took more into his mouth, and more. Hot. So hot, so much tongue—God, he’d missed this and he hadn’t even realized, had been too caught up in how good it felt to have Stelios inside him.
This was just as good, his cock still sensitive and Stelios lapping it up, sucking, sucking, God, best he’d ever had. And looking down at him—fuck, fuck Stelios was sucking his cock. He hadn’t even bothered to get undressed yet, was just kneeling sprawled between his thighs.
He moaned as Stelios rolled his balls in the palm of his hand, then slipped one finger back and started to tease him with it, around and around, barely pressing inside. He kept doing it until Niketas’ hole was tingling and twitching and he wanted something inside him again as much as he wanted more of Stelios’ mouth on his cock.
“Please.”
Stelios lifted his mouth, smirked at him. “Mouth not enough for you?”
“Not with you teasing my ass like that, please—Sir.”
“If I start fucking you with my fingers I’m gonna end up fucking you with my cock again. Is that what you want? Can you take it?”
“God yes, but please. Don’t stop sucking my cock.”
Stelios slid two wet fingers inside him, and Niketas groaned. “I wasn’t planning on it. I’m going to make you come. Come in my mouth. See if you taste as good as your scent.”
“Oh please.”
The Alpha dropped his mouth down over Niketas’ cock again, and Niketas let his head fall back against the furs, spread his thighs wider and tried to fuck back against Stelios’ fingers and into his mouth.
He wanted to hold back, wait and enjoy this as much as he could. The omega didn’t think Stelios was going to want to do it often, or why hadn’t he before? But he couldn’t. Stelios’ fingers inside him, his promise that he was going to fill Niketas up with his cock again—the wet heat of his mouth taking him all down while he stroked with his tongue, curled it around the head of his cock again and again. It was too much.
“Gonna come, oh fuck Sir gonna—ah—ah!”
Stelios sucked him all the way down, swallowed around his cock and made him come, humming low in his throat, almost a moan. He pulled his mouth up and licked around the head of Niketas’ cock, teasing him, cleaning him up and still fucking his ass with two slow fingers.
“Just like I thought. Taste so good.”
“Sir…” Niketas lifted his hips, stared down his body at Stelios still kneeling between his thighs, peering up at him with that bright blue gaze, then dropped his head back against the bed again and swore. “Fuck.”
Stelios laughed at him. “You like me down here? Look how hard you are still—or is that because you like my fingers inside you?”
“Both. Fuck, Sir—”
“Don’t get too used to it, Niketas. You’re the one who belongs on your knees.” He pushed himself to his feet and stood, pulled his fingers out of Niketas at the same time and smirked when he groaned and protested. “Move it.”
Niketas shifted, and Stelios stood up long enough to get undressed before he climbed on the furs beside him, sprawled on his back and reached for his cock with lube-slicked fingers. Niketas stared, appreciating the image—Stelios’ cock so thick, so hard, slipping through his fist, and the tight lines of his body turned to angles and shadow in the dim overhead light.
The omega bit his lip and rocked forward, then slid his hands up Stelios’ thighs despite not having been given permission to touch. He hadn’t been told not to, either, and when Niketas reached the tops of Stelios’ thighs, Stelios grabbed one of his hands and pulled him up over his legs, made him straddle them then tugged him forward.
He kept dragging him up until Niketas was over his abs and the rigid line of Stelios’ cock was pressed behind his balls, against his ass and already almost inside him.
“You know what to do.”
Niketas sank back slowly, anticipating the slow burn and enjoying it as Stelios stretched him open. So hot, always so hot, fuck, and so much cock—he wanted to take it all, fill himself up with it, but he had to stop halfway, breathing hard and tensing. That almost made it hurt, but it didn’t matter.
The head of Stelios’ cock moving over his prostate had almost made him come again on the first stroke.
“Niketas. If you do that—”
“Can’t help—can’t help it fuck so close.”
“…Already?”
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sp; “So. Hot. Feels—inside feels—”
“Because I just sucked your cock, is that it? Can’t take any more?”
“No but—no but Sir if I come now it’s gonna—it’s gonna hurt so good.”
“I know. That’s why I want you to.”
“Oh God—”
“Do it. Fuck yourself on my cock until you come.”
“Sir!”
“If I have to get you on your knees and fuck it out of you myself, you’ll regret it tomorrow.”
A slow fire started in Niketas’ belly, and he met Stelios’ eyes as he sank down, down, God, so much cock. Always so much at first and he was so sensitive—
He almost thought he was getting used to it, and then Stelios grabbed his ass and spread him open. That last inch sank in, and his breath escaped him in a stuttering gasp.
“Ah—ah—ah!” He stayed just that way for a second, so stretched, and then Stelios grabbed his hips and started to fuck up into him, short, sharp thrusts that left him unable to catch his breath.
He leaned forward and braced himself on Stelios’ chest, matched his thrusts and bit his lip. Despite what Stelios had said he wanted to hold back, just a little longer, just a little.
The next time he sank down onto Stelios’ cock all the way it was too much, and he sucked in a gasp and drove himself down one more time as he started to come. Stelios didn’t seem to care, just tightened his grip on Niketas’ hips and kept fucking him, hard and deep.
His cock was too much now just like Niketas had known it would be too much, every thrust driving past his oversensitive prostate. It was so intense it felt like he was coming over and over again even though he knew he wasn’t.
There was warmth licking at his cock, a tingling heat that was becoming almost unbearable. When he lifted his eyes to Stelios’ face the hungry look he saw there only added to his need.
“Sir. Please. Lemme touch my cock. Wanna—fuck need to—something, my cock, please, c’mon, lemme—”
“Yes. You do that, touch yourself for me.”
Niketas leaned back instead of forward, braced himself with one hand on Stelios’ thigh and wrapped the other around his cock. He fucked down onto Stelios and up into his own fist, already almost crying out with every breath. Stelios did little more than guide him now, let Niketas ride his cock at his own pace, especially as he started to take it faster.
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