“If you’re staying here in this hotel, alpha, then I vote we go to your room. Mine’s across the street on the other side of the strip.”

I swallowed nervously and nodded at the gorgeous omega that I’d just managed to pick up at the bar.

My brother and friends would be shocked to see me right now. I was definitely not the kind of alpha that picked up random omegas at bars, especially for one-night stands. I was more interested in looking for a relationship. I wanted to find my forever family. And that started with finding the perfect omega.

The gorgeous blonde with his bright green eyes and fast talking, frisky personality had kept me interested for the past two hours though. And after a few cocktails, I’d decided that having a one night with him was better than never getting to experience him at all.

“The elevators are over this way, I’m up on the 15th floor. You know, I feel kind of awkward taking you upstairs though, when you still haven’t even given me your name.”

The flirtatious omega, who was all but pulling me toward the elevator, looked back at me with a sassy wink. “Names aren’t necessary, small town. The only thing you need from me right now is a tight hole to wrap around that thick alpha cock that I just know you’ve got hanging.”

“And it doesn’t even matter that you don’t know anything about me? And I don’t know anything about you? I mean, I don’t even know where you live.” I hated to sound like a prude, but I worried about these types of things.

“Listen, worrywart. I don’t care where you live, why you’re in Vegas tonight, or what your family calls you around the dinner table. All I care about is whether or not you have a stiff dick and know how to use it.” With that, he reached out and cupped my half hard cock and gave it a squeeze.

Mr. Frisky, as I’d now decided to call him, winked as the elevator doors opened and he all but yanked me inside. As he hit the button for the 15th floor and the doors began to close, he turned and launched himself at me. His kiss was as pushy and hot as he was, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and twisting around mine. By the time the elevator reached my floor, I was completely hard and ready to go.

Somehow, I managed to break apart from him long enough to slip my key card into the electronic lock and push my door open, as we stumbled into the room. After that it was a flurry of clothes flying as we danced our way through the semi-dark room to my bed.

“Where’s your lube, alpha?” Mr. Frisky asked as he pushed me down onto the bed.

“Oh, shit. I don’t have any of that with me. I didn’t think that I’d be needing it.”

Mr. Frisky pulled back with a little shimmy. He all but zipped into the bathroom and flipped on the light. I heard him rustling around in there for about half a second before the light flipped off and he was back out. He held up a small bottle from the hotel toiletries in the bathroom and held it over his head, smiling triumphantly.

“I don’t mind that you don’t have lube, because that shows me that you’re exactly the kind of alpha that I thought you were. Not really into one night stands that much, huh?” he remarked with a smirk as he opened the small bottle and the strong fragrance of roses filled the air.

Before I could ask what he was doing, he was already slathering the cold lotion over my cock. “Don’t worry about rubbers, since I’m sure you don’t have any of those either. I’m on the birth control shot, so I’m not worried about getting knocked up. And I’m actually picky about my rare partners, which is why I chose you. I’m right, aren’t I? This is something that you wouldn’t normally do?”

“Try, never do. Seriously, I’ve never hooked up with a stranger before. There was just my high school boyfriend, but I don’t know if you want me to tell you about—“

Mr. Frisky hushed me then by putting a solitary finger to my lips. “No names, no locations, and definitely no stories of ex-boyfriends. We’ll just go with the fact that you’re clean and leave it at that. I was given a clean bill of health last month, so we’re good to go. Not that sexual diseases are an issue for alphas and omegas, but it’s still nice to be upfront about it, right? The only question is, do you think you can you keep up with me?”

In answer, I grabbed him by the hips and tossed him down on the bed beside me, flipping him over onto his stomach and tapping his ass gently with a flat hand. “Get on your knees and I’ll show you just how much I can keep up with you.”

I leaned over him where he knelt on all fours, kissing Mr. Frisky’s neck while I slipped first one finger, then two, into his tight hole to loosen him up a little. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt this beautiful omega.

“I’m good, small town. I’m pretty sure that I can handle what you’re packing. Come on now, batter up,” Mr. Frisky said, saucily looking over his shoulder with a grin.

The room was well lit from the neon lights shining in through the window. Honestly? You didn’t even need to turn on a light in this hotel at night, if the curtains were open. The lights from the strip were enough to give the room a softly lit ambiance.

I gripped Mr. Frisky by the hips and began to slowly inch my way in, when he impatiently pushed back and impaled himself on my cock. His gasp of surprise told me that he hadn’t expected me to be quite as thick as I am, even though his hand had been around me when he’d rubbed the lotion on. I’m sure it felt a lot different in his body that it had in his hand.

I waited, gritting my teeth as I forced myself to remain still until Mr. Frisky nodded his head and bumped back against me with an almost demanding rock of his hips. “Move, small town. I need you to rock my world so hard that even I don’t know my name.”

“Challenge accepted,” I drawled slowly, as I began to pump in and out of his tight ass. And just like that it was on. The faster I thrust, the harder Mr. Frisky rocked back against me. I might’ve been the one driving the train, but this omega was definitely the one running the show… Or conducting it, I should say. I’d never had sex like this in my life, or known it was even possible for it to be this… fucking… good.

Mr. Frisky was giving moans worthy of a porn star as he bucked back and forth against me; it was all I could do to hold onto his hips and try not to hurt him. I squeezed my eyes shut against the dueling sensations of his tight ass hugging my cock, and the liquid fire flowing through my veins.

I jerked forward from the waist, as my ab muscles contracted, and my balls pulled up tight. I gritted my teeth from the exertion of trying to hold back from coming first. It wasn’t just his tight hole or the hot sex, it was also the sweet chocolate and lavender fragrance coming from Mr. Frisky that had me on sensory overload right about then.

I reached around and gripped his rock-hard cock, giving it a few firm strokes to help push him over the edge. Mr. Frisky threw his head back and yelled out a loud moan right as his dick began to pulse in my fist and ropes of cum shot out from his tip.

His ass clenched around my cock, pushing me over the edge with him. My hips were rutting mindlessly, grinding into his ass while my dick twitched inside that oh-so-tight channel and I spilled my release right up inside him. I stayed bent over him, my chest to his back as we knelt there on all fours with my forehead pressed between his shoulder blades.

Once I’d recovered enough strength to move, I pulled back and carefully slipped free of his body. Mr. Frisky flopped down onto the bed and rolled over to the side to let me drop down beside him.

I was almost sleepy, my sweaty body completely sated and content after that workout. Mr. Frisky surprised me by leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He flopped back down after that, and looked over at me with a bright grin.

“You know, you surprised me with that performance, small town. And that’s hard to do. You may not seem to have all that much experience for an alpha, but you more than make up for it with natural exuberance and need to please.”

“Are you trying to say that I wasn’t that good?” I asked curiously, not quite sure how to take his words.

“No, that’s not what I meant at all. I’m saying that you fuck as sincerely as you talk. I can tell that you haven’t been around the block that much. You don’t have any slick moves or any other of that kind of alpha bullshit. Trust me, if I hadn’t had a good time—you’d know it. And we definitely wouldn’t be talking right now. I’d already be on the elevator, making my escape.”

“What happens now? I mean, when we go home? We have no way to contact each other; and I still don’t even know your name.” I spoke carefully, not wanting to sound like a nag or a whining baby.

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Haven’t you ever heard their city motto? We don’t need to worry about who we are outside of this one night. And when you think about me in the future? Just smile and think about Vegas. In fact, if you really need to have a name for me, go with that. Just think of me as Vegas.”

I reached over and ran a tentative hand down his back, pulling him up against my chest. I don’t know if he was normally a snuggler or not, but he came into my arms willingly and cuddled up with me. I may not have been taking him home in the morning or building a forever with him, but like he said... I’d always have Vegas.

His soft, slow breathing told me that Mr. Frisky, or Vegas as he’d wanted me to call him, had fallen asleep. As I slowly began to drift off as well, I made a promise to myself.

When this fascinating guy woke up the morning, I was going to press him for a name and number. I just couldn’t fathom the idea of never seeing or holding him again. Maybe he’d even let me buy him breakfast, if I asked him nicely enough. That thought was enough to make me smile as I settled into sleep.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, my heart beat faster as I remembered my awesome night with the sexy omega laying next to me. I reached down and gave my morning wood a tug, wondering if I could talk him into another round.

I opened my eyes and looked over at the other pillow, only to find an empty bed beside me. I jumped up and looked around the room, I even double checked the bathroom, but he was gone.

Totally bummed, I went and took a hot shower, then got dressed and made sure my luggage was packed and ready for my flight that left in three hours. I’d come to town to attend a chocolatier’s convention for candy makers and pastry chefs, but I’d be leaving with so much more than the knowledge I’d learned at the workshops I’d attended. I’d carry the memory of my hot night with a frisky omega all the way home, and cherish it.

Even though I’d hoped for more, I kept consoling myself with that thought. That I’d always have the memory of my one-night stand in Vegas. As I opened the door to my room and started to set my suitcase in the hall, a flash of gold at my feet caught my eye.

I leaned over in confusion when I saw that it was a sharp tipped arrow. Its shaft was bent, as though whoever had shot it had missed the target and destroyed the arrow. I touched my finger to the tip of the arrowhead, jerking it back with a hiss of surprise. I shoved my finger into my mouth immediately, sucking at the small pool of blood that was forming where I’d pricked it.

This was a sharp arrow, not at all a safe item to be left laying on the floor in the hallway of a hotel. I wondered just who in the hell would even be so irresponsible as to shoot a sharp arrow in a public place, not to mention the fact that this thing appeared to be made of solid gold. Even the feathered end seemed to be made of finely filigreed golden threads.

Bemused, I tucked the arrow into my suitcase, making sure to put the lock on. Since it would be a checked bag, I was pretty sure that the airport wouldn’t give me any shit about it. I mean, it’s not like I was planning to take it on board with me.

During the long cab ride through traffic on the way to the airport, I went back over the events of the night before. I realize that you’re not supposed to catch feels for a one-night stand. But somehow, I couldn’t help but think that my perfect omega had just slipped through my fingers.

I don’t know what it was, but something about that fiercely sexy omega just did it for me. I’d never known that I had a type. But apparently, I did, and Vegas, a.k.a. Mr. Frisky, checked every box.