I sat on the dressing room’s waiting couch and tried not to brood.

Leo had another alpha? Big fucking deal. He was seeing someone while giving me all these mixed signals, and I only found out now. Maybe it was just as well. It would stop me from thinking about him too much, or hanging around him so much, or even teasing him the way I had. That’s what I get for giving an omega attention.

However, it certainly wouldn’t stop me from jacking off to thoughts of fucking his sweet ass.

Except I didn’t believe a single word about the secret boyfriend for one second.

If he had another alpha, he wouldn’t have tried to kiss me like that earlier.

And surely, he would have mentioned it earlier.

I’d never done friendship before with an omega. But being friends with Leo certainly wasn’t bad. Our time in Los Angeles had been… invigorating. Hell, it had been more fun than I’d ever had with any omega, and we didn’t even fuck! Now that was saying a lot. I just didn’t do friendships much, because omegas only liked two things about me: getting filled by my cock and spending my money. It got old real fast, and I found out through a lot of past mistakes that I just needed to put up a barrier to see who was genuine and who wasn’t.

Leo was one of the most genuine people I’d ever met. I didn’t know how to define how I felt about him, but it was… intense.

Maybe too intense.

He was smart, sarcastic, tough and clumsier than most omegas who were my type. He was also all sorts of forbidden, from being in a position directly under me to being the old boss’s son. I touched all sorts of single omegas, but never that. Never committed ones in relationships, too. That was the unspoken alpha code I always lived by.

But surprisingly enough, it didn’t stop me from wanting Leo—in bed, against the wall, at every available surface I could find.

The want for Leo was so intense, it was all I could think about during my waking hours. I wanted his body against mine, wanted him in my arms. I wanted my cock inside his tight cock-palace, and fucking him hard. I wanted him moaning my name as I made him come over, and over again. He had me tied up in knots, and he didn’t even know it.

And now, here we were at a standstill—and he was seeing some stupid, random alpha guy. I refused to believe it until I saw it… which I had a suspicion was never.

And now he was almost half an hour inside the dressing room, and it was starting to worry me. Maybe he was embarrassed to be caught lying. I knew the easiest way to get him out of there was to goad him. I decided to start with teasing.

“Come on, Leo. Cut the act and just come out of there. We can have a laugh about this new mystery alpha nonsense later.”

Silence.

I stood up and strode directly outside his dressing room, knocking softly. The Leo I knew would have a sarcastic barb thrown at me already. “Leo? You okay in there?”

More silence. Then…

“Can you ask the salesman to come here?”

His voice was a bit strangled, and not at all right. An alarm went in my head as it registered what that emotion was: panic.

I knocked harder. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Rustling came from inside, then a bump and a mutter.

“Can you get the salesman?”

“What’s the matter?”

“Can you just get the damn salesperson, sales assistant, any of the staff?” he hissed.

“I will if you tell me what happened,” I countered.

Silence. Then his voice trembled, turned more panicky and more vulnerable.

“Please… please get help… I can’t breathe…”

That was it.

“I’ll go and get him. Open the door for him.”

I didn’t even think about it as instinct took over. The moment I heard the lock inside slide open, I was already barging in and ignoring his yelped protest. I imagined blood and some injuries, or a sprained ankle or two. I imagined some bruises or some snakes, and him trying not to panic. Everything was worse in my head, making me worry like crazy.

But the sight that greeted me was beyond everything I’d ever imagined.

There were no snakes or blood. There was only Leo, looking at me in irritation and alarm… and wearing the flimsiest, tightest outfit I’d ever seen. He was wrapped up in a red body-hugging, latex ass-less cat suit. His round exposed butt was what got my attention.

Now it was me who was short of breath as my blood rushed southward. My cock hardened in an instant.

“Uh… you wanted to show this to the salesman?”

It was a wonder I could even speak, when all I wanted to do was touch him. And taste him. Right fucking now.

But the pain contorting Leo’s face stopped me in my tracks.

“It’s too tight. I can’t breathe…” he whimpered. “Lucas. Please…”

He turned around to show me his back, and I was treated to the sight of more skin. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. Instead, I saw the reddish lines as the suit dug into his skin, and I realized it was cutting off his circulation.

I cursed. Then I moved fast, trying to unbutton the pearly knobs at the back and getting nowhere. It really was stuck, and Leo was breathing harshly now, turning a shallow gray in the face.

So, I did the next best thing. I braced myself and ripped the suit apart, watching as buttons and latex flew everywhere. Leo gasped—then he let out his breath in one big whoosh, and his cry of relief filled the room as he exhaled and inhaled big gulps of air.

I touched the red welts on his back, making soothing noises and trying to calm him down. I kept patting them until the red eased to pink, soothing and caressing what skin I could see. He was soft to the touch, and smooth. But he was still panicking.

I turned him around, ignoring his protest. Without preamble, I lifted him by his waist until he was sitting on the small table beside us. I stayed between his legs and transferred my soothing touch to his shoulders, telling him that he was fine and all was good. I did my best to be very mechanical about it, until eventually I heard his breathing steady and a soft sigh escape his lips. He leaned on me.

Mechanical changed to something else as he sighed again, the sound innocently erotic.

My hands kept moving out of their own accord. Soft, soft skin.

Then I froze when he arched into my touch, and his breathing turned uneven again. The remains of the outfit fell to the floor, revealing his naked twink body—perfect ass cheeks that would fit right into my hands, a tight midsection, leading down to his juicy dick for me to suck on.

His nipples were stiffened with arousal due to my touch.

His eyes flew up to meet my gaze, and what I saw there had my own breathing growing labored. His green eyes darkened and clouded over with alarm.

With lust.

My cock was now iron hard. My voice sounded strangled when I spoke.

“Tell me there’s no other alpha,” I rasped.

His expression turned stricken, telling me the truth. My thumb slid down him, a feather light touch to his face.

He trembled and moaned softly.

“What’s this all about, Leo? Why are you pretending there’s some alpha?”

“Lucas… we need some distance…”

He was saying the words, but his body was telling me otherwise as his hands flew to my chest. I didn’t stop touching him, didn’t stop skimming my mouth down his neck, briefly tasting his sweet omega essence.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just… just because.”

“Tell me to stop, then,” I challenged. “And I will.”

He didn’t tell me to stop when I moved closer until my erection was pressed against his stomach.

He didn’t tell me to stop when my two hands slowly wrapped around his tight body.

But his next words certainly had me stopping.

“I saw you jacking off. Probably to an image of some slutty omega sex-bunny. And I don’t think…”

I growled. “I was imagining you, Leo.”

Then I was hauling him closer and crashing my mouth hard on his.