Normally, I’d have a client shower before sex, but I was suddenly ravenous and his hands on my body made me want to howl. Somewhere in the back of my brain it occurred to me that I’d left the pheromones turned up too high, but most of me was occupied with getting his clothes and my clothes off, so that little voice got shoved into a corner and told to shut up. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt my reputation a bit to be enthusiastic right from the start.

He picked me up and rushed us through the room, to fall onto the bed with me crushed beneath him.

“Off,” I complained and pushed him. He obeyed with a speed that startled me, and I realized he thought he’d hurt me, but I already had the fastenings of his jeans undone, my mouth tasting the skin of his chest and I worked my best to prove to him that it was exactly the opposite.

He grunted and took over, freeing himself from the rest of his clothing. I watched with appreciation—it was definitely going to be a good night.

“Now you,” he said, his voice again dropping a couple of notes. Almost like an alpha.

Maybe that was what had my hormones all in a stir. Whatever, I didn’t care. If I was lucky, he’d go home and tell his friends and I’d get more business out of it.

And if they all looked like him, then it would be entirely my pleasure. In both meanings of the word.

I let him strip me, mostly because I was busy running my hands and mouth and any other available body part over anything of his I could reach. He laughed, then when I was naked tossed me easily into the middle of the bed and climbed up to cover my body with his.

Heat flared between us, my heat and something in him that called to me at a level I’d never felt before. I wondered muzzily if humans had alphas too and then he was kissing me and I forgot everything except the feel of him against my body, the taste of his mouth on mine.

His hands moved frantically over my body as if it had been too long since he’d been skin to skin with someone. I stretched and arched my back, spreading my legs wider to give him the opportunity for touch that he seemed to so desperately need. That hint of strange alpha returned, caught at the back of my nose, then disappeared as he reached between us to test the readiness of my body.

“Yes, David. Please,” I whispered in his ear and thrust my hips up at him. I whined and bit at his neck as he pushed a finger inside me, my hips pumping instinctively at the promise of penetration. “Yes, fuck me,” I begged and practically climbed him in my eagerness.

Some humans would laugh when an omega got like this, some took it as leave to be rough. Some even found it vaguely frightening and would back off until I’d calmed again. David simply took charge, being careful of my comfort, picking me up so he could smooth out the sheets beneath me while I squirmed in his lap and nibbled my way along his shoulders.

When he laid me down this time, he stroked me gently from shoulder to thigh, over and over as if trying to calm a fractious pup. It had the exact opposite effect on me, but maybe he knew what he was doing because his eyes had gone dark and aware, and something inside me understood that I was meant to suffer and pine until he was ready to ease my torment. His fingers made promises to me and coaxed me to trust him, to give myself over into his care until he was ready to ease me. I didn’t want to, I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to ride me to satiation or for me to ride him with all the hovering violence of our wild ancestors, until one of us mastered the other, or we’d both been mastered.

But I knew, in my deepest heart, that what would please him most right now was my surrender. And, to my great surprise, I was happy to give him that because I knew he wouldn’t let me suffer long.

If only he were a shifter, this would be the alpha I would choose.

His hand came to a stop on my hip and he bent his head to kiss me, long and deep. I sighed against his mouth and stroked his back, reaching delicately at the end to cup the globes of his ass in a subtle request. He let out a breath, nibbled at my lower lip then, with his eyes locked on mine, he pushed himself inside me.

My eyes rolled back in my head, I was certain, because I was so ready for him to take me I almost came the instant I felt his cock brush over the back of my swollen and eager womb. My heels scrabbled against the sheets of the bed as I desperately tried to thrust up at him, begging him wordlessly for more and deeper and harder. For some reason, this made him more tender and he stroked my cheek, watching me intently even while his hips rocked back and forth in a rhythm that was steadily driving me out of my mind.

I could barely breathe with my need and I clutched him as I would a tree in a storm, because he was something solid that could keep me grounded. “Oh, David,” I whispered and kissed him, feeling his own need rise to match mine. “Yes, please, oh, take me,” I moaned, this time meaning the practiced words.

He changed his position slightly, sinking down harder on top of me as he slipped my legs up over his shoulders. “Salem,” he murmured into my kiss and his hips pounded in time to my heart. I clung to him, riding the force of his thrusts and feeling my own climax racing down on me.

This wasn’t normal for me—usually I could hold things off, make it last, then time it all to be right on top the client’s orgasm. Sometimes, if I had a long booking like this one, I could even fake the first one and hold on to that arousal for a second round. Not tonight, though. Tonight, it took everything I had just to stay aware of David on top of me, his lips caressing my skin, his arms holding me tight while he whispered sweet, desperate things to me as if he wasn’t even aware of them. My entire world had narrowed to the feel of his cock sliding inside me, the bright flashes of pleasure being gradually overtaken by a slow massive wave that I very much feared would undo me entirely. I tried to stop it, tried to slow its inexorable progress, but David had settled into his work and every thrust pushed me farther along that path until I finally lost my grip on it entirely. My back bowed with the sheer, overwhelming pleasure and I keened with the near terror of it. I’d never had an orgasm like this before; it felt like I’d somehow lost myself, and then found myself anew.

David chuckled against my neck and kissed me, though I wasn’t much better than a limp noodle at that point. It did make me laugh a little though, and I dragged myself up from my too-relaxed state to pay some attention to him with words and lips and hands as he chased his own pleasure in the heat of my body.

Strange how, as his thrusts sped up, as he pressed deeper inside me, I felt as if I wasn’t entirely done yet. At this point, it should be all about the client, but I felt something, like that sense of the encroaching wave lying in wait. Not like a predator waiting for me, but like I’d been walking on shady trails and could see the sunlit clearing coming closer. It was…odd.

David grunted and adjusted his angle inside my body and then he seemed to swell inside me, or maybe that was my own body, because it felt as if I’d just broken into that sunlit clearing and the warmth and pleasure of it rolled over me like my previous orgasm, but softer and gentler and somehow bigger than the first. It dragged a noise out of me that I’d never made before, something wild and fierce and utterly replete, taking with it all the strength in my limbs.

And then David collapsed me, his face buried in my neck and his body heavy on mine. And I was too overwhelmed myself to do anything more than lie there and enjoy the way he felt in the aftermath.