Joe couldn’t think, not with West’s ass muscles clenched around his cock. The Omega was so tight, so wet around him...so fucking perfect.
Knowing he was about to blow, Joe moved. He hammered into West, settling on a steady rhythm.
“Harder, Alpha. Please. You feel so good,” West murmured.
Smile on his lips, Joe set his heart on making West come.
With each thrust, Joe went faster, deeper, breaching West’s most intimate places.
Reaching between West’s legs, he curled his fingers around the Omega’s shaft and began gliding up and down.
Every sound of pleasure West uttered only made him rock hard with need.
Shifting his hips, Joe entered West. Judging by West’s gasp, he hit the Omega’s prostate. Joe went for the sweet spot repeatedly, humming under his breath.
He stroked West’s dick faster too, intending to hurl West over the edge. The Omega would look so fucking sweet when West came.
“Alpha, I can’t hold back any longer.” West pleaded.
“Then don’t. Come for me, Omega,” he ordered.
Joe sheathed himself inside West one more time and pinched the tip of the Omega’s dick. That did the trick.
Back arching, West came, screaming out his name. The Omega emptied his spunk into Joe’s hand and spilled some over the leather.
Hearing West orgasm triggered his own.
Joe entered West several more times. Tightening his grip on West’s hips, he reached climax. The pressure inside him broke and he shot his load into the condom.
If he had his way, he would have preferred riding West bareback.
No. Like West said, trust needed to be built. Joe had nothing to worry about either, because West was his Omega.
No one else’s.
Recovering, Joe gathered West in his arms. West yelped when Joe carried him to the bathroom. He kicked the door open, grinning when he spotted the tub.
West’s apartment looked minimalist, functional. However, the Omega looked like he splurged in designing his bathroom.
Setting West in the tub, Joe turned the water on. He made sure it was neither too hot or cold.
West still wore that silly grin on his face. Unguarded and vulnerable, West looked sexy as hell. Then again, Joe enjoyed their verbal sparring matches too.
Joe grabbed the bubble bath on the ledge of the tub and poured some in. The scent of lavender filled the air.
“Scoot over,” he told West.
The Omega looked baffled.
“We both can’t fit in,” West argued.
Joe had an answer ready. West might take some convincing and more persuasion, but eventually, Joe would convince West they belonged together.
Joe put a foot in and West groaned.
“Compromise,” Joe told his Omega.
He had no idea he could rightfully call West his anything but West didn’t argue. They settled for West sitting on his lap. Joe wrapped his arms around West tightly.
Come hell or high water, he would never let his newfound treasure go.
“Joe?” West hesitantly asked.
Joe realized he hadn’t spoken in a while.
“Stay like this. You’re so warm, so nice.”
The Omega relaxed against his chest eventually. A sigh escaped West’s lips.
“You too,” West said. “You’re amazing.”
Feeling mischievous, he nudged his prick between West’s ass cheeks. Joe didn’t push all the way in though.
West didn’t move, didn’t tell him to stop.
“Eventually, I’m going to fuck you senseless without a condom,” he said in West’s ear.
“You tease,” West whispered. “For all I know, you’re going to run on me when tomorrow arrives.”
“Never.” Joe made sure West heard the vehemence in his voice.
“Okay.” West didn’t sound entirely convinced.
Maybe the Omega was used to shitty guys, but Joe wasn’t one of them. He’ll prove to his Omega he was here to stay. Fate didn’t do things for random reasons.
Joe believed that. Ace Ville wasn’t a road block. Perhaps, it was his final stop. With his limbs tangled with West and West sleeping soundly against him, Joe was interested in thinking about tomorrow.
He’ll figure something out to make things work.
* * *
West had always been a light sleeper. The moment the Alpha stirred in bed, he nearly panicked.
Was Joe a liar?
Many men made promises they never kept. In the end, they found West lacking.
They gave excuses, told West he didn’t fit their ideal image of an Omega. He was too mouthy, too insistent on being self-dependent. On and on it went.
He narrowed his eyes to slits as Joe carefully detached himself and pulled the sheets away. Joe glanced at him. Caught. West’s heart hammered.
“I was thinking of getting us breakfast. Want to go out instead?” Joe asked.
West blinked. God. He was seriously the real idiot here, the bastard who always expected the worse out of people. Guilt rammed into him.
Joe snorted, as if reading his thoughts. “You thought I’d be gone by now, didn’t you?”
“People leave.”
“Not me. I’m sticking around.”
“Why? Isn’t your pack after you?” West asked.
“Because you’re important. This is more important.”
West flopped on his side and studied the Alpha. It appeared Joe made his choice, although the decision confounded him.
If their positions were reversed and an entire pack was hunting him down, West would run for the hills. He wouldn’t stay.
That clearly said plenty about him.
He was no saint, had his share of flaws that turned off most potential mates.
For some reason, Joe found him attractive.
“I’m lazy to walk.The diner across the street is good. I love their banana pancakes,” he said.
“Alright then.”
Joe dressed. West went back to sleep.
Once he heard the front door shut, he opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.
“What did I do to deserve a guy like you?” he asked out loud.
The phone on his bedside table rang. He scooped it up. It was Harper. Sighing, he answered.
“Hello?”
“How did it go?” Harper immediately asked. “The date, I mean.”
“It was—” West faltered.
He couldn’t exactly lie to one of his bestfriends, but what would Harper think of him?
Among Ray, Quinn, Harper and he, West had always been the level-headed one. West always took careful steps and never rushed in.
Until last night.
“Fine.” West settled on that word.
“What do you mean fine? Give me details.”
West took a deep breath. What the heck. Harper would know sooner or later.
“Harper, I think i’m way out of my league with this guy.”
“What do you mean? West, did he hurt you?” There was anger in Harper’s voice. The other Omega knew about West’s disastrous past experiences with guys. “Do you want me to call Ray?”
“It’s nothing like that,” he said quickly. “Joe’s wonderful, like he isn’t real. I don’t know what to do, how to handle a guy like him.”
“Slow down, West. Tell me everything, right from the start.”
West did. He walked to his window ledge, wondering when Joe would be coming back.
After he finished, there was silence on Harper’s end.
“Harper, are you still there?”
“Yeah. West, if this guy is for real, then I’m happy for you.”
West purposely left out the rest of Joe’s excess luggage. If Joe was staying because of him, then he ought to step up his game too.
They’ll figure something together.
Wasn’t that what being in a relationship entailed?
That they accepted each others’ flaws and tackled any obstacle together?
“I’m terrified, Harper.”
Harper laughed. “West, you got this. You built your business from the ground up.”
“Relationships take work.”
“Yeah, but don’t you think this guy is worth it?”
West thought back to the night before. Joe never pushed, never lost control when the fire threatened to consume them both.
“It is,” he said, telling the absolute truth.
“What are you doing, still wasting your time talking to me?” Harper asked jokingly.
They ended the call.
West couldn’t wait for Joe to get back. He peered out the window in his room. No Joe. A knock sounded on the front door.
Excitement humming in his veins, West remembered to put on some comfy old sweats. He ran out of the bedroom, halting suddenly.
He was acting like some besotted young werwolf pup with a crush. Dang it. West took deep breaths and calmly walked to the door.
“What took you?” West asked the moment he opened the door.
A huge scarred and dominant werewolf stood on the other end...but it wasn’t Joe.
The strange werewolf flashed a toothy smile at him.
Fight or flight?
Flight kicked in.
West spun on his heels, but the werewolf blocked the only exit. West was able to run a few steps before the stranger grabbed a fistful of his hair. Pain streaked up his skull. West kicked and yelled.
No one got the better him, especially not some stupid dominant werewolf. If the stranger thought he would admit defeat that easily because he was an Omega, the fucker had another thing coming.
West twisted in the man’s grip. With a growl, the werewolf released him and made a grab for him again. He clawed and bit on the guy’s arm.
The stranger howled. West didn’t see the fist, but he felt the impact hit his ribs. The blow drove air away from his lungs. His vision wobbled. Another blow sent him gasping, kneeling on the ground.
A hand fisted his hair. “Looks like Joe’s got a feisty new fuck toy. You’re coming with me, Omega.”
Before West could answer with a witty remark, the man struck, this time finding the pulse on his neck. Vision swirling, West was vaguely aware of falling flat on the ground and the stranger leering down at him.