Joe laughed, the warm sound going right to his bones. It was a good sound, a glimpse of better things to come.
Was this what it was like, being with a guy like Joe?
With Joe, all of West’s problems seem to disappear. Maybe he’d been drowning all his life and Joe was the oxygen he needed.
“Come here.” Joe tugged him close, sealing their lips together.
West’s control finally unravelled. Joe banded one muscled arm around his waist, preventing escape—not that he wanted to.
Clutching at Joe’s biceps, he kissed back, fervently, passionately.
They moved a step backwards. Took another step until West’s back hit the hood of Joe’s car. Cold metal grazed his back. Joe lowered him against the hood.
The still sane part of West’s mind argued they shouldn’t be doing this in a public. At the same time, a thrill went down his spine. The prospect of having a passerby catching them in action—two shifters feeling each other up, and Joe yanking at his pants was dizzying.
Joe finally worked the button and zipper of his jeans.
“Scoot up a little higher,” Joe commanded.
West obeyed, shocked when the Alpha inched his pants lower, followed by his boxers. Before he could say anything, Joe placed a kiss on his leaking dick.
The breath went out of his lungs. As an Omega, West had seldom been on the receiving end of intimacy.
He jerked when Joe’s tongue slipped out and flicked away the pre-cum on his tip. A moan tore out of him, which he tried to muffle.
Joe’s mouth felt hot, wet and wonderful. The Alpha kept his hands firmly on his hips, restricting movement, so West had to take what Joe had to give.
His heartbeats spiked. His breaths shortened. This was exactly the kind of thing his blood craved—dominance without the abuse.
Joe seemed to know what he was doing. The Alpha licked him from root to tip, keeping one hand curled around his base. Joe’s mouth reached downwards, giving his balls a squeeze.
West nearly came then. Biting back a cry, he held back, not wishing to disappoint just when they started.
“Good boy,” Joe said, pausing from his task. “You’ll only come when I tell you to, understood?”
West bit back a remark. How could he find that so hot?
Besides, the teasing Alpha was gone. Joe’s domineering personality re-surfaced. This time, West liked—no craved, this side of Joe.
Opening his mouth wide, Joe finally took West in his mouth. The Alpha took him, inch-by-inch, seemingly taking his time, enjoying West’s torment.
West clawed at the metal, needing something to hold onto.
Cool night wind brushed against his face. Strands of his hair fell across his face. But West wasn’t cold. Joe felt like fire. The Alpha’s touch warmed him up in so many ways.
Joe bobbed his head up and down. West knew he wouldn’t last any longer.
“Please,” he pleaded.
His voice was hoarse with need. West couldn’t remember the last time he lost control like this, or the last time he allowed a stranger to play his body like a instrument.
It felt like he was built for Joe’s touches and Joe’s kisses.
“Say that again,” Joe said after pulling out of the blowjob for air.
“Please, Alpha. Let me come.”
Joe took his lips again. Automatically, West wrapped his arms around Joe’s neck. When Joe’s tongue prodded between his lips, he opened up to let Joe’s tongue in.
Joe moved his hand between his legs again and began pumping his cock.
“Do it, pet. Come for me now,” Joe ordered.
The moment Joe closed a fist around his needy member and gave it a squeeze, his head reeled. The parking lot fell away.
All that mattered was the Alpha above him. The pressure building inside him broke. West was loud in the bedroom. Surely, he’d make a lot of noise. Thank God, Joe muffled with screams with another mind-numbing kiss.
He exploded. West spilled his cum across Joe’s torso, but the Alpha didn’t seem to care. Joe’s kiss was slow this time and seemed to go on forever. When the Alpha released his lips, West was certain he wore a ridiculous grin on his face.
He couldn’t believe they didn’t even make it to his apartment.
“I made a mess,” West pointed out and cursed himself a second later.
That certainly didn’t sound sexy.
“Doesn’t matter.” Joe kissed the tip of his nose.
West’s gaze settled on Joe’s cock, which strained against the zipper of Joe’s jeans. He wondered if the Alpha intended to fuck him right here, because West wasn’t going to refuse.
“Let’s take this upstairs. This place is too open and I don’t want any watchers. Besides, I don’t want you to remember our first time in a parking lot. You deserve better.” Joe surprised the fuck out of him by saying.
The Alpha zipped him up again. His jeans were ruined. Usually West was a stickler for appearances. Apparently, tonight, that no longer mattered.
Feeling drunk, West led Joe to the elevator and right into his unit. It took him a couple of tries to slot the key in. Despite his earlier orgasm, his body was taut with need again. He wanted to feel Joe’s dick in him.
“Let me,” Joe said, taking the key from him.
The knob turned. Once inside, West flicked the lights on, illuminating his little studio apartment. The space wasn’t huge, but perfect for his needs.
“I’ll give you the grand tour later on. I need to get out of these pants,” West told Joe.
The Alpha placed his hands on his waist. He moaned when their bodies touched.
Damn clothes had to get out of the way.
“Don’t bother. I’ll tear them off you.”
Joe’s mouth descended on his again, a flurry of need and lust. They never made it to bed, settling for the couch instead.
West panted. Already, his cock was at half-mast. He kicked his shoes away. Barefoot, he began to tug off his shirt, but paused.
“How do you want me, Alpha?” he asked.
“Deep.”
Joe tugged his ruined bottoms down and West stepped out of them. His shirt disappeared along with his boxers. Guiding him to the couch, Joe bent him over the arm of the couch. The Alpha placed a pillow underneath his belly.
“Do you have lube?”
He could feel his face burning. “Omegas don’t need it. We’re self-lubricating.”
There was silence on Joe’s end, followed by a, “fuck, but that’s so hot.”
West squirmed. Craning his head over his shoulder, he saw Joe stripping down.
The Alpha pulled out a condom from his wallet. Convenient. Did Joe keep one just in case he got lucky?
No doubt a man like Joe had no problems reeling in some willing submissive shifter.
Oh hell. West was doing it again—judging others and thinking negative thoughts. He had no right to be jealous. Besides, it was his body bent over the couch.
Seeing him looking, Joe grinned. The Alpha broke the foil and slipped the condom over his dick—which was huge.
West’s mouth went dry. Joe’s prick was thick long and the largest cock he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Can that monster fit in me?” he asked.
“Don’t tell me you changed your mind. I can smell your arousal from here, Omega. This is bound to happen and you know it.” Joe positioned himself behind West and palmed his ass.
“No, I didn’t change my mind.”
He jumped when Joe gave his ass a slap, shocked by aroused he was from the light swat.
“Don’t worry,” Joe said. “I’ll go slow. Hurting you is not my priority. Making you fly is.”
Nodding, West turned his head and pressed it against the leather. He could feel Joe nudging his ass cheeks apart. He parted his thighs a little wider, earning him a rumble of approval from Joe.
“Are you ready for me, Omega?”
Joe slipped a finger into him. He moaned. West was already slick and ready, so hungry for the Alpha to finally claim and mate him.
Joe didn’t push in yet. Instead, the Alpha added a second finger. Then the Alpha curled, hitting his sweet spot. Whimpering, he gripped the leather fabric. He buried his face into the nearest pillow to muffle his moan.
The Alpha took his time, stretching his ass, until West had to beg him.
“Fuck me already, please.”
God, but he sounded crass. But West didn’t care.
He wanted this Alpha to take him deep, fill him with seed and breed him. For all his talk of wanting to be independent, he was merely afraid to trust another man again.
God willing, but West still wanted it all.
The mate package.
His happily-ever-after.
Didn’t he deserve that too?
He’d never say the words out loud—only to Joe perhaps, when the time was right.
When he was younger, West harbored dreams of a domineering Alpha taking him as a mate. An Alpha who saw him as an equal, and yet was capable of turning him weak in the knees.
He dreamt of building a life, a home with that Alpha.
Was this all real? West was thinking too far ahead.
Joe shattered his train of thought when the Alpha brushed his cockhead against his entrance. The Alpha didn’t push in immediately.
Joe made West beg again, as if the sound of his pleas was music to Joe’s ears.
“Fuck me, please!”
Finally, Joe worked his way into his ass. It burned, but West knew it was a delicious kind of burn. One that would eventually turn to sweet and unbearable pleasure later on. Once Joe pushed his dick past his thick ring of muscles, it was easier.
True to his word, Joe’s thrust was slow and steady. Finally, the Alpha was finally balls deep inside West. He groaned at the size of Joe, whose dick completely filled his ass.
“So big,” he murmured.
“Good job, baby. Fuck you’re so tight.”
West took that as a compliment. Then he remembered what Joe called him.
Baby.
His heartbeats accelerated. His lungs constricted, as if it were difficult to breathe. That term of endearment startled him though.
When was the last time anyone called him that?
Never.
To most of his old lovers, they only saw him as some kind of breeding machine. Joe didn’t insist on riding him bareback, but was thoughtful enough to use a condom.
Don’t let him go, his wolf said from deep inside of him. This Alpha’s a keeper and he’s ours.
Ours.
That word felt wonderful, life-altering, world changing.
What was this Alpha doing to him? If this went on, Joe would be the first man to undo all the hard work West put in to protect his heart.
Joe kissed the nape of his neck. The Alpha’s lips left a tingling sensation down West’s spine. “I’m now going to make you scream out my name.”
That didn’t sound like a promise, more like a certainty. West squirmed, but he was locked in place.
It occurred to him he didn’t want to be any place else but here.