Chapter Four
Harrison
When I stepped into the apartment Lucas was renting, I expected a pot of pasta, maybe some baked chicken. Never in my wildest dreams had I suspected anything like the feast he laid before me. He fluffed it off as simple comfort food, but there had been nothing simple to it.
There was something about being fed by an alpha with food he prepared with his own hands that just did it for me. And when said alpha was hot as sin and easy to talk to, to boot, it was all I could do not to jump him right then and there. Somehow, I resisted.
That was until he had us settled into his couch and was touching my beard. The heat in his eyes matched the fire in my belly, and before I knew it I was pulling him onto my lap and savoring the taste of him, the feel of his lips on mine, his scent enveloping me. I’d never wanted anyone more than I did him in that moment.
When I yanked his shirt from him, I just about came. Damn he was sexy. And if shirtless Lucas wasn’t enough, that was when Alpha Lucas came out.
“Bedroom,” he commanded.
Yes, please.
We all but ran there, losing articles of clothing along the way. If I’d been home and just met him, we’d probably be going about things at a much slower pace, but we had one night, and I was so ready to take advantage of it. And who was I fooling? No matter where I met him, we’d have been going at it like this. The lust between us was palpable.
We hit his bed, completely naked, and he then he got up and went rummaging through his suitcase that was perched on his dresser, cussing as he did.
“Just a minute.” And like that, he was out of there and in what I assumed was his en suite. Cusses flew from there as well.
It took a moment for my brain to catch up with what was happening. He was looking for a condom. I ran out of there faster than fast, found my pants just outside the bedroom door, and yanked my wallet from it, grabbing the condom I had stashed. I wasn’t sure how long it had been there, but I was pretty freaking happy with past Harrison at that moment.
I jogged back into the bedroom to find Lucas there looking confused until I held up the condom.
“Thank fuck. I thought I brought some on the trip. I had not.” I didn’t unpack that statement too much, not wanting to think of him with another omega or alpha or beta or freaking anyone. This was our time, and any thoughts of someone else were pushed aside. I threw the condom on the bed before opening my arms to Lucas who stepped inside them, slamming his lips to mine.
Our heights matched perfectly, and his cock slid against mine, causing beautiful friction as we kissed until I was about ready to explode. I stepped back, instantly missing his warmth, but not wanting things to be over before they started.
Instead, I dropped to my knees and with one lick, gathered his precum on my tongue before swirling it around the tip and swallowing him to the root, earning me a groan of pleasure.
Sexy alpha.
My hands wrapped around his thighs as I bobbed my head, sucking in deeply while I pulled away, not allowing my hands to play with him, knowing that would end things far too soon. This was foreplay, not the main event. I needed his knot. I only hoped he was willing to give it.
He grabbed ahold of my hair, guiding me briefly in my ministrations before pulling me up and off of his cock.
“When I come, I want to be in you.”
“I need your knot.” No sense being coy, not when we both were so clearly on the same page.
“On the bed, Omega.”
Sexy. Sexy. Alpha.
I sprang to my feet and was on the bed in a second flat, earning me a chuckle from the sexy alpha about to rock my world. Heck, he already had. Anything else we did was icing on the freaking cake.
“What shall we do with that condom? Did you want to wear it, or shall I?”
He did not just ask what I thought he did. Alphas didn’t do that, but the look in his eye told me he was damn serious. I’d never taken an alpha. Another omega, a beta, sure. But never an alpha.
“You are trying to kill me,” I groaned.
“How so?” As if he didn’t know. Lucas climbed onto the bed beside me, his cock bouncing, ready for action.
“You’re making me decide between getting your knot and taking you.”
He nodded as if that were a normal thing that happened in my life. It. Was. Not.
“Impossible decision.”
“Yet it’s yours to make.” He reached over me, grabbing the condom and handing it to me. “Put the condom on whichever of us needs it.”
I ripped it open and it wasn’t until I saw a fresh drop of precum glistening on his cock that I decided.
“Knot me,” I pleaded as I rolled the condom on him, inwardly berating myself for not stopping at the pharmacy on the way to dinner so we could choose option three: both.
“As you wish.” He kissed me soundly, directing us both until lay on the bed as his hand came around to find me slick and waiting. “Damn, look at you so ready for me.”
“Since the field,” I confessed just a second before he had me on my hands and knees and entered me in one single motion.
“Yessss,” I hissed as he filled me completely. I pushed back, willing him to move, and by the second time, he was pistoning into me with full gusto.
He gripped my hips as he drove me closer and closer to climax, his cock hitting me directly in the spot that always had me soaring, the one most guys didn’t even seem to bother looking for. I found myself counting, trying not to come too soon, but as his hand wrapped around my cock giving it a single pump, the attempt was in vain, and I found myself shooting cum all over his bed as he screamed my name and his seed exploded into me.
We collapsed in a pile of sweaty limbs, his knot connecting us as his front pressed against my back.
The last thing I remember hearing before falling asleep was, “Ready for that cake?”