Chapter Eighteen

One week later

My laptop was suddenly closed, my head jerking up to see Han standing above me, a secret smile on his face. I had already finished my homework for the day and Han had left to get us a snack as I switched to my secret laptop.

For better or worse, my mod was getting a lot of attention. I was trying to explain to all the commenters that I didn’t want betas to stop fighting for their rights, just that I wanted the omegas and betas to join together.

We had a month left until the permanent movement vote and I was still struggling to get the betas on this forum to ban together. I was going into chats where betas were planning protests demanding a separate area for themselves and reminding them that they were leaving the omegas behind. Omegas that would side with their proper inclusion in packs and society. I was posting on my own page, asking omegas to reach out to me, to give me a chance to provide them with a voice. Despite all the traction, I didn’t have any messages from omegas.

It wasn’t all a loss. I had a small following of betas, even a few alphas, that were wanting to help. The group was small, though. We could form an event with good numbers, but the goal wasn’t just to promote omega rights. Getting everyone to work together was feeling impossible.

“It’s time for a date night,” Han said.

My immediate reaction was to argue. I’d hurried through my classes so I could focus on this specifically, but my mate’s smile had me keeping the words to myself. He looked so excited, and I wasn’t going to be the reason he lost that happy vibe.

Setting my secret laptop on top of my school one, Han handed me a drink and I realized he had gone out and gotten us smoothies for a snack. My tastebuds immediately watered in anticipation, and I didn’t hesitate to take a sip.

Like last time, I could see the flecks of the authentic vanilla bean flavor, only when I took a sip, I almost choked on the drink. It didn’t taste nearly as good as the last one and I had no idea why. I struggled to even swallow the sip I’d taken.

“Thank you,” I told him, holding my drink although not taking another sip.

Han laughed, then offered me his drink which he hadn’t even tried yet. I felt bad taking it, especially since I figured he’d picked out a flavor for himself that he liked, but he started sipping mine, so I tried his. Immediately the mix of peanut butter and coffee hit my tongue. It was so good. I was pretty sure this one would be my favorite of all time.

“Come on. You can take your drink with you.”

I accepted Han’s hand, letting him pull me along, up the stairs, to his bedroom. The space was soaked in the scents of him, Zeke, and me. It should have been a weird concoction of pumpkin, berries, and lavender. Instead, it just reminded me of my mates, of comfort and safety … and sex.

Han’s space wasn’t usually this clean. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was raised in a family that had a maid, or if it was because he worked from home and never really needed to worry about his appearance, but Han was the messiest of all my alphas. Not dirty, just messy. Clean shirts that he’d tried on, then decided to change out of were never put away. He liked having all his shoe options on display. He usually kept his closet door open, and he had the kind of decoration style that liked everything he owned to be on display.

For our date, he’d done more than put his shoes and clothes in their proper spot. He set up one of his laptops on the edge of the bed, stacked on top of folded blankets making it slightly elevated. Little fairy lights had been added to the walls, just barely lighting up the place, creating a romantic atmosphere.

Setting my drink on the nightstand so I didn’t accidentally spill any, I crossed my legs and turned to face my mate. “Are we going to watch a movie?” The question was mostly rhetorical since I could see the beginning of the movie paused on the laptop.

“That’s just for the background. I picked one of your favorites in case what we’re going to do is utterly unsuccessful and you hate it.”

I laughed at that. “And what are we doing?”

Lifting the laptop, he set all the folded blankets in my lap, placing the screen back on the comforter and angling it properly. This close, I saw that there were only two blankets. They were thick and fluffy, which wasn’t my favorite, but they each had their own cute design on it. One was black with pink skulls while the other was a light green with little all-white hummingbirds on it.

“Are these what you ordered?” I asked.

Han nodded. “I know you typically don’t like soft blankets, but all the reviews said this type was the simplest to start with.”

He threw a couple more items on the bed before joining me. With his back against the headboard, and his legs extended out long, he somehow managed to look sophisticated as he grabbed the black and pink blanket.

“The idea,” he started, “is that we do each other’s, and then combine at the end. We’ll cut strips along the edges, all the way around, and then tie the two blankets together. Some people even add decorative strings or stones or whatever.”

Spreading out the blanket, I ran my hands over the soft texture. It was a thick fabric, not something I would particularly like to sleep in, but that didn’t mean I didn’t absolutely love this idea. I was getting to create something, to finally be an artist without the frustration of failing or feeling like I was an idiot. This was simple and I could see how much thought went into it.

I leaned over and started the movie, then moved so I was sitting next to Han, my shoulder touching his bicep, both of us positioning the blankets over our laps so we could start cutting them.

Rather than handing me a single pair of scissors, he offered me several, their handles all different colors and the blades all funky shapes. I grabbed the one that made a half-square shape and Han grabbed one that was half-circles.

To my surprise, I already knew this movie. It was weird to think that even in the years that I’d lost, my favorite movie was still the same. Then again, this movie was fucking hysterical, so how could anything top it?

“How come you picked hummingbirds?” I asked him.

“Honestly? I was staring at the website to order the blankets and I froze. They’re custom pieces only, so it wasn’t like they had options to choose from. I kept trying to think of something that represented me.”

“I’m a skull?” I teased.

I watched as Han blushed, his cheeks turning pink, the color spreading to the tips of his ears and down his neck. I chased that color with my lips, kissing his cheek, the cusp of his ear, his jaw, and down the column of his throat.

“Anyways,” Han continued, “I was trying a lot of different things at first. Like a computer and a necktie and even the fucking sun. I wanted something that represented me, not just one aspect of my life like my job or my clothes.”

I nodded, slowing down on my cuts to the blanket since I was basically racing through. We had time and I wanted to use it.

“It’s kind of cheesy, and a lot convoluted now that I’m saying it out loud. But I kept thinking that one of the best parts about my life is that we spend our days together, working close to each other. And I knew a random interesting fact about hummingbirds and how they have to constantly work for their food because they’re so fast and their wings beat so hard. Wait, I think I could explain that better. So, when I was looking up—”

“I get it, Han. Truly. And I like it. I’ll always see hummingbirds and think of you now.” Somehow, I managed to get even closer to my mate, the outer part of my leg pressed against his. It made our arms slightly awkward as we cut, but neither of us complained.

When I finished my blanket, Han still had his last side to go. I looked over at his, then did a double take. “Uh, how long were we supposed to cut the strips?”

“Just a few inches, I think.”

Holding up one of the edges of my blanket, I started laughing, the sound bubbling out of me dramatically as I let him take in my work. I’d literally cut maybe an inch of fabric, my cuts close together compared to his, which were more artfully placed apart.

I was laughing so hard that my stomach was starting to hurt, and my volume had definitely reached its max. Simultaneously, I felt like I was going to die from laughter and also like I was never going to be able to stop.

My artistic ability was so bad that I managed to repel the simplest of activities. I totally should have asked more questions or looked at an example. Zeke had given me fake confidence that I’d be able to do artsy stuff after our date. Apparently, I’d forgotten that he’d done literally all the prep work, making my only job tracing the outline of the tattoo.

When I was finally able to catch my breath, my stomach felt like I’d laughed a six-pack into existence. “I’m going to go back around and make some of these longer.”

“They need to be long enough that we can make a knot with the fabric.”

“Do you think yours are too short?”

“Let’s see. Cut just one strip longer and I’ll try tying them together.”

I did and Han was right, his lengths were long enough. It was cute with the little knot and tails sticking out. Undoing it, I resettled the blanket over my lap. It was probably harder than it should’ve been to reline my decorative scissors up with the already made cuts and extending them.

“I’m glad I didn’t say fuck it and go with the higher difficulty fabric that I figured you’d like better,” Han said.

I playfully glared at him as if he wasn’t completely correct in that assumption.

This time around, I was somehow slower. Looking down at the blanket made my neck ache but lifting the blanket up to cut in front of my face made me realize how weak my arms were. Despite how much my body seemed to be rebelling at any sort of artwork, I was having fun.

Finishing with the cuts, I set the blanket and scissors down for a little hand break. Han had already finished, patiently waiting for me, his focus on the movie with his free hand resting on my leg.

Taking my hand in his, he started massaging my fingers, my open palm, and even my wrist. Every bit of pressure felt amazing, and I couldn’t explain in enough words how a hand massage was turning me on. It was, though.

I felt his hands start to work their way up my arm to my shoulder, then to my neck. I wasn’t even pretending to not enjoy the attention, fully curved forward so my mate would have all the access he was willing to give. As his fingers pressed against my nape and then stretched up to the back of my head, I groaned, loving the feeling.

I felt a tug at the hem of my shirt, a silent question about whether I wanted to take it off, and I didn’t hesitate to pull it over my head and toss it far away. Moving so I was between his legs, giving him the best access, I wiggled my shoulders in a silent request for more.

Han obliged, moving his hands all over my back, tracing down my spine, making the most delicious circles around my shoulders, and running his thumbs down the sides of my neck, earning another moan from my throat.

Then his hands started to roam forward.

First, it was just over the front of my shoulders, then down to my collarbone. He even caressed the front of my neck, not with a lot of pressure, but feeling his touch in a tender place was teasing me closer to the blissful edge.

The first touch of his hands on my breasts and I wanted more. Harder or faster or something. Han was taking his time, kneading my breasts, tracing my nipples before pinching them, lavishing my chest with attention. He worked his fingers back up to my neck again and I couldn’t even complain because everything he did felt so good.

His hands continued down my back, toward my hips, his fingers moving around toward my front again. I leaned back toward him, wanting to give him as much access as he wanted, my legs parting so he could reach the area I desperately wanted him to touch.

Rather than take the hint, his fingers continued down my thighs, pushing my shorts and underwear down, reaching as far as his long arms allowed before circling back up to my hips.

Arousal was forming between my legs, and my nipples were hard from all his playing with them. His chin was resting on my shoulder so he could look down at my body as he played with me.

“Do you know where my mark is?” Han asked. His words almost didn’t make sense at first, my head so full from the fog of arousal. “Hannah?”

“Yes. On my ass.”

Han kissed my neck, a small prize for answering his question. “I’m going to make you come on my fingers, and then I’m going to have you present. I want your ass in the air so I can hold onto my mark as I take you there. If you’re a good girl and come with just my cock inside you, I’ll let you pet your little clit for a proper orgasm after.”

Slick was leaking from my core just from Han’s words. His hands were touching me, caressing my sides, moving down my stomach so that his fingertips were simply teasing the distance to my core.

“Please, Han,” I begged.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers finally moved down to my clit, just barely circling it despite my hips chasing his touch. He gently swirled his fingers at the bundle of nerves, and I felt all my inner stomach muscles tense, but it wasn’t enough.

“More.”

His fingers pushed further down, entering me easily with how slick I already was. My designation had a reputation for being easily and quickly aroused, and at this moment, I didn’t care that I was meeting that. I was glad for my slick, glad that anytime my mates wanted me, my body was prepared. And damn—it always felt good.

Two fingers didn’t make me feel full, still, there was something intimate about having him inside me. In and out, he moved his fingers, so they touched every inch inside me, his free hand continuing to touch my body, playing with my increasing arousal.

There was no hiding how wet I was. Han used my own slick to wet his fingers and then started on my clit again. With his fingers inside me, the pleasure on my clit, and his other hand playing with my breasts, I came.

My orgasm was short and weak, a blissful tease that didn’t make me satisfied, only needing more. Even with his fingers inside me, I felt empty, needing more pressure and thickness.

“Very good, omega. Now present for me.”

I scrambled away from my mate, shoving my bottoms off my ankles, going onto my knees, and pressing my chest to the bed. Spreading my thighs so my mate had a perfect view, I gripped the bed sheets in my hands, already anticipating what I wanted.

My alpha’s body heat radiated from him, raising my anticipation as I felt him behind me. His pants were still on and despite the laughter coming from the laptop, I could hear his zipper lower. I spread my knees even further, ignoring the feeling in my thighs that told me I was stretching myself to my limit.

Han’s hand started at my neck, ensuring my top half was pressed down on the bed how he wanted. Then he slid his hand down my spine, admiring the curve that came with how hard I angled my hips. When he traced his fingers around the edge of his claiming mark on my ass cheek, I whimpered.

Mating bonds had a sort of intrinsic arousal wherever they formed and that added to my excitement.

I felt his cock as he pressed it against me, not pushing inside, just sliding along my slick.

“Han,” I whimpered, grabbing the sheets harder in my fists.

His hand came down, smacking my mating mark at the same time that he thrusted into me. My hips had tried to move away but his hands held me in place, ensuring I felt both movements to their fullness.

My mate’s cock was perfect inside me. Better than his fingers, pressing against my inner walls. We started moving then. I bounced back as he thrusted forward, each hit of our thighs loud in the room.

He felt so good inside me, and my body was already primed from my last orgasm. I was so close, my body sensitive to each drag of his cock as he pulled out, to each flex of his fingers as he held me in place.

And his scent—his pumpkin alpha scent tinted with spice from his arousal surrounded me. I wanted to lick him, to taste his sweat from his chest and bite him again.

But my mate wasn’t letting me up. He was forcing my body to endure the pleasure, his hips thrusting faster than I could push back. Just as I was getting close, he pulled out, his breaths heaving like it had taken more effort to stop.

“No, please, I was so close.”

Again, he smacked his hand down over his mark on my ass, the slight burn only teasing me more. I felt his fingers dip inside me again, collecting my slick before he pressed his arousal-coated fingers to my puckered hole.

“I’d like to take you here, Hannah. What do you say? Want to be a good omega for your alpha?”

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at his words, more slick spilling down my thighs. My body answered his question before I could even utter the single syllable agreement.

He was slow, yet unrelenting as he pressed deeper into my ass. His hand on my ass cheek tightened, connecting us in both ways.

Once he was seated fully inside, we were both breathing hard, the tension between us about to snap. He pulled out slowly, all the way so that I was left feeling empty, then pressing back in. My omega body conformed to what my mate wanted, yet that bite of pain from his thick head pushing in and out past my tight ring of muscles was a delicious sensation.

Again and again, he moved, slowly picking up speed as he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Eventually, my body relaxed enough to let him enter me without any resistance, and then my mate truly started to fuck my ass.

I felt the sensations throughout my whole body as if the pleasure nerves in my ass were connected to every inch of me. My fingers tingled from how tightly I was clutching the sheets, my thighs ached from being spread so far apart and holding up my weight. Sweat began to form on my back with all my effort to maintain my posturing while simultaneously shoving my hips back harder onto my mate’s cock.

I wanted to ache after this. I wanted to feel him everywhere, in every tight spot from my shoulder to my knees—it would be a reminder of this moment.

My second orgasm was approaching, just out of reach. I had no idea if I would be able to come with just his cock in my ass, although I desperately wanted to.

“Come on, Hannah, I can feel how close you are to coming. I want to feel you tighten around my dick, milking all of my cum from me.”

It was his words that finally pushed me over, the orgasm tightening every muscle in my body, squeezing my lungs as I endured the serotonin being released to every part of me. My fingers and toes and thighs and back and head, it was all pleasure.

Han fucked me through my orgasm, reaching around to touch my clit while I was still coming. I was too sensitive, but too weak to move away. His fingers were covered in the slick that was streaming down my thighs, making the pads of his fingers easily glide over my bundle of nerves.

I wasn’t sure if it was a second orgasm, or just an extension of the first, my vision went black, and I screamed, somehow forcing my lungs to work simply to use my voice. He knotted inside me, stretching me and coming, each pump of his cum making me shiver.

My body collapsed, and Han fell on top of me, still mostly dressed. I was slightly crushed until Han rolled onto his side, pulling me with him. The movement tugged at where he was locked inside me, my body threatening another orgasm that I wasn’t sure I could handle.

I felt oversensitive and yet needed to be held. My body was hot and my skin cold. Despite the tiredness of my body, my mind was in a panic.

Then Han draped his arm over my body, his leg too, basically cocooning me. A purr started from his chest, instinctually calming me. My eyes were closed, and I felt a weight inside my body as if all of my muscles and tendons and bones were relaxing. I was still awake, just resting, enjoying the feeling of being so heavy I wasn’t even able to twitch a finger.

Knots took a long time to deflate so we cuddled the whole time. Eventually, the movie ended, and Han reached up, starting it over. I tilted my head wanting to be able to see the screen, thankful we’d fucked facing the end of the bed so we could watch.

About a quarter of the way through the movie, Han’s knot deflated, not that he pulled it out of my ass. We continued to lay together, intertwined and cuddling. At least until I started to sweat from the soft fabric underneath me. As much as I wanted to keep lying with my mate, I couldn’t stand the feel of my sweaty under-boob against the fluffy fabric.

Han reached for a small washcloth he had piles of in the nightstand, helping to separate us without leaking cum everywhere. I sat up, wincing at the tender feeling on my ass.

“Sore?” Han asked.

“Yeah, but I like it.”

“Let me know if you want any pain relief.”

I shook my head. My body would probably be fine by the time I woke up tomorrow, omegas were made for sex after all, so I wanted to keep the soreness for as long as possible.

Han stripped down to his boxers and I just watched him, enjoying the show. He tossed me my clothes to put back on, which I did without standing up because I was lazy. Then he awkwardly pulled the sheets off the bed so he could wash them. They weren’t covered in cum, just drenched in the smells of sweat and sex. I almost asked for them to be put in my nest, but I was distracted by Han bounding onto the bed.

“Ready to finish this project?” he asked.

“Definitely. Cutting had to be the hard part, right?”

We matched up the two square blankets and then got to work tying them together. The movie finished as we did as if we’d timed it perfectly. Han stood holding the two corners so I could see it—and all its crooked glory.

My head dropped backward so I was looking at the ceiling as I said, “I think when we turned the blankets to do the second sides, we forgot to check that it was still lined up properly.” We had both just assumed we rotated the fabric enough.

Making a ‘gimme gesture’ I grabbed the blanket, starting to undo the knots on the first side we messed up. Considering we’d tightened the knots so they wouldn’t easily come undone, it was harder than it should’ve been to undo them.

By the end, my fingertips were slightly raw, nevertheless the blanket was officially put together. My side had extra fringes along all the edges from my first time cutting all the way around, but I liked to think that it just added to the personality.

I was beaming, my smile burning my cheeks as Han held up the blanket. It was weird to feel proud of myself for a date art project, but I did. I wanted to take all this positive energy and try my art project down in the living room, except I wasn’t that delusional. Han had helped me with this project, and I’d almost fucked it up still. Better to get more practice before I restarted the ‘beginner’ project downstairs. Maybe I would even ask Zeke for help.

“I love it,” I admitted.

“I’d offer to let you keep it in your nest, but I know how you feel about the texture. I was thinking we’d keep it in here.”

I sighed, a soft dreamy sound. “That sounds perfect.”

The skulls and hummingbirds were so different, the colors not matching at all, yet they somehow complimented each other. Reaching toward my mate, he tried to offer me the blanket and I just took it, setting it on the bed so I could grab Han. I was on my knees, the bed sinking under my weight meaning Han was still taller than me.

Understanding what I wanted, he leaned his head down, kissing me. We hadn’t kissed during our entire fuck session, and I melted even further against him. I was riding the high from my accomplishment, my ass was sore, and my mate was radiating love.

It was a perfect date.