4. Chapter Four

Running a hand over my face, I gave myself a moment to try to calm my racing libido. Goddess, I almost wished I wasn’t leaving in the morning. His everything had gone straight to my cock. Fuck, the things I could do to this boy. But leave him I would.

Especially since I’d felt that zap of electricity between us when we had touched. Something he had seemed completely oblivious to. Searching his face, I had seen no recognition from him that he had known what it meant.

Fated mates.

Had he not felt the same thing I had the instant we had touched? Had he not felt an instantaneous pull, a shift in his world? Like everything I had felt was missing in my life was suddenly standing right in front of me, and all I had to do was reach out and grab it?

It was clear he hadn’t. Could it be that he didn’t know what it meant? Or was he choosing to ignore it, like I was planning to do?

To me it meant everything that I had never wanted was suddenly standing right in front of me.

I had once not believed in fated mates. Until Jamie had found his fated mate again, after years of being separated. And seeing his three brothers with their own fated mates, had made me believe that it wasn’t just folklore and fairy tales. But just because I was surrounded by couples who were fated didn’t mean I wanted it in my life.

I’d gone fifty years without finding my Fated, and I was happy with my life the way it was and didn’t feel the need to change it now.

Mate! My wolf howled, because he thought he knew best.

Nope, not for us.

Mate! He growled, agitated beneath my skin. I could feel him wanting to break loose.

No! Not for us! No! We are taking the out clause. We will have one night, and we will walk away and forget about him.

The answering huff was followed by a sad whine which I chose to ignore.

Thankfully, Fate had given fated mates what all the fairy tales and rumors liked to call an out clause. Which basically meant that you could walk away from your fated mate and be done with them. No harm, no foul. As long as you didn’t claim them, any bond–if started–could be easily broken. Since 187–since I wasn’t going to ask his name–didn’t appear to want to acknowledge our fated status any more than I did, it would be easy for us both to part ways without any consequences.

Fate, being fate, never made things that easy and liked to stack the deck in her favor. Oftentimes, meeting your fated would throw the omega into heat, or even what some described as a mini-heat. Just enough of a heat that you might not recognize it for what it truly was, but enough to make the omega super fertile, ensuring a pregnancy occurred.

Since I had absolutely no interest in having pups of my own, I’d make sure I used a knotting condom, and I was really happy my shaving kit still had a bottle of spermicide tucked away in it. I always did everything I could to prevent an unwanted pregnancy and I didn’t plan tonight to be any different, fated mate or not.

If I had learned nothing from hanging out with Jamie and his family, it was that fatherhood wasn’t for me. I liked the kind of babies that you could hold for a few minutes then happily give back to their parents.

Tossing all thoughts of fated mates from my mind, I studied the beautiful young man in front of me. I’d gotten a good look at the door, but now I took him all in.

That hair of his held my attention and had from the moment I had opened the door and informed him that he was late. It fell to his shoulders in a mass of wild waves, just as I had predicted it would from his profile picture. It was a crazy mixture of light and dark browns, and a few softer blond strands mixed in. His eyes were big and hazel, as if they couldn’t decide to be green, or gray, or brown. When he first arrived they had been more green. Now, with a flush of sexual awareness on him, they were a stunning mixture of green swirled with gray. Like a storm over the ocean.

And, fuck, his lips. His bottom lip was full, and naturally jutted out in a little pout that was fucking adorable. It was red and plump, because he’d been chewing on it when I’d opened the door.

All I could think was how beautiful those lips would look wrapped around my cock. I wanted to fuck his mouth until he gagged on me. Until his eyes were tearing, he was covered in saliva and spit, and then I’d paint his face with my cum.

“What do you mean by everything?” I questioned, looking up at him from my knees in front of him. I wanted to put him at ease. While he was tall, no doubt due to the fact that I could smell he was a giraffe shifter, I was a sizable guy. My size alone intimidated people. If I didn’t smile, my face was naturally stern looking. I didn’t smile a lot, mostly because I had two deep dimples in each of my cheeks, and when they came out I was no longer intimidating.

Dimples did not intimidate bad guys.

Jamie had seen my dimples once and had teased me mercilessly for days.

Running my hands up and down his naked flanks, I stroked his soft skin. His long, thin dick was right in front of my face, bobbing and I could smell all of him. The musk from his cock and his sweet omega scent made my mouth water. He smelled fruity, like summertime. Maybe I’d suck his dick and he could cover me in his cum. I wouldn’t mind licking up every last drop of him.

“I…um…I…” He faltered, never saying any words that made a complete sentence. There was a bit of panic in those stormy eyes of his.

Because it’s what I naturally did, I took charge. “Would you like me to spank you?”

Heat flooded his eyes, his pupils dilating to near pinpricks of darkness. His breathing became shallow, his slim chest moving up and down rapidly. “Not out of punishment, but for pleasure? Because they are different.”

He nodded his head vigorously, those curls flying around his face.

Okay, now we were getting someplace.

Normally before a scene I’d work out limits with my partner. But this was a one and done, and our kinks were there for us to see on the app. Despite all that, despite having his soft and hard limits listed, there was an innocence to him that I found alluring.

Stroking a finger over the soft skin of his high cheekbone, I quietly asked, “Are you a virgin, 187?”

He looked down at me, his eyes already a little cloudy and unfocused with the first hint of subspace. I hadn’t expected him to slip into that sweet space already. We’d barely gotten started. Barely even touched.

“No, I’ve had sex.” His voice was an octave higher than it had been.

Drawing my lips into a hard line, I pressed them firmly together to keep the smile that threatened at bay. I hadn’t spent the last twenty-five years capturing the baddest of the bad to not spot a lie when I heard one. Though in his case, it was probably more a technicality than an outright lie. I figured he might have a little experience, he had certainly listed out his limits, but I doubted he had much.

“Have you had penetrative sex?” He needed to clarify, because there were a lot of sexual acts that didn’t involve an omega taking an alpha’s cock up their ass. “Have you taken a knot before?”

His eyes were wide when he whispered, “Are you going to knot me?”

“If you want, yes. If not, I’ll do my best to avoid it. Do you want me to penetrate you?” Because I could almost guarantee that if I slid balls deep into his tight little hole, I was going to pop my knot.

He blushed once more, and Goddess, he looked pretty when his cheeks turned rosy. He was fucking beautiful, even without the blush. All long limbs, pale skin, lithe muscles, and riotous hair. My dick jerked and throbbed, sincerely hoping this perfectly submissive omega would say yes.

“Yes.” There was that breathy whisper of his again.

“Once I have your ass–your perfect ass, by the way–all warmed up, all red and hot from my hand, I’m going to lick up all your delicious slick. I’m going to fuck you open with my tongue, until your hole is soft and begging to be filled with my cock.”

I watched as a drop of precum pooled at the top of his dick at my words, then started a slow slide down his shaft. My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to lick it up, but I held myself back.

“Once I have you sloppy wet with slick and saliva, I’m going to fuck you. Stretch you wide with my cock. Knot you if you want me to. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, while I hold your hands down, and make you take it. Just like your profile said you wanted. If you don’t want that, you need to tell me now. Use any of the traffic light colors or your safe word.”

“Ngghhh.” He moaned loudly, eyes closing and dick twitching.

Oh yes, I’d read all of this boy’s kinks. Even if he hadn’t done them yet, he wanted to. He was nearly vibrating with need. I almost wished I had a pair of my handcuffs with me. His wrists were dainty and delicate, and my hands were large enough I would be able to hold both his hands together with one of mine.

“Use your words, boy. Green, yellow, red. Or your safe word. Check in, please.”

“Green.” It was a quiet moan, then he added, “Green, Sir.”

“Good boy.” Rubbing my cheek against the inside of his thigh left the prettiest pink mark. I knew I had a good amount of stubble on my face. I always did by the end of the day. It was just enough abrasion to leave the slightest mark. He’d listed marking as a kink, and I wanted to mark him. I wanted to mark him badly.

“Are you up for taking my knot?”

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I…I’d like to try, Sir.”

Standing, I lightly caressed his cheeks with both my hands, nearly getting lost in the dreamy look in his eyes. This boy was sheer perfection. “I promise not to hurt you. If it’s too much, you know what to do.”

He nodded, “Use my words.”

“What’s your safe word?” I wanted him to say it again, since he’d picked it on the fly and he wasn’t used to using it yet. Goddess, this omega wasn’t used to anything yet.

He blinked, looking confused for a second, before his eyes cleared just enough. “Star Wars.”

Dropping a kiss to his forehead, because I couldn’t resist, I smiled against his hot skin. “Such a perfect boy you are. So smart.”

He shivered again, and I had him over my knees before he could register the switch in our positions. He let out a small squawk, before settling and draping himself more comfortably across my thighs. Rubbing my hand over his plump, round mounds, he relaxed against me.

The first swat took him by surprise, and he jumped, a tiny yelp escaping his lips. My handprint was clear on his ass, perfectly pink and outlined. I smacked his other cheek, so he’d have matching marks. The next few swats I varied the placement of. I really should have had him counting out loud, but since this was the first time he had played hard core, I was afraid he might get overwhelmed. At five, I stopped to check in with him. “Color?”

He moaned, grinding against me. I could feel his hard dick, and the palm of my hand was damp and sticky with his slick. “Green, Sir.”

He humped my leg a little, to give his dick some friction and to prod me to continue without saying the words. I should scold him for the friction, but I let it go this time.

The next five hard swats had his ass going from bright pink to red and burning hot beneath my warmed up palm. He was moaning with each swat, part pain, part ecstasy.

Running my hands over his scalding cheeks, I decided ten was enough. Helping him upright, I steadied him when his legs were wobbly, my hands spanning each side of his hips. His pupils were completely blown. He was damn near in full blown sub space, just from his first spanking. He was fucking perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Mate!My wolf reminded me harshly. Of course, he’s fucking perfect. Fate made him for us.

Fuck!

How had I forgotten that electricity when we had touched? The way everything inside of me that had felt off for so very long had seemed to just slide into perfect place. It didn’t matter. I had no desire to be tied to a mate.

And if he truly didn’t know what the sparks between us meant, it wouldn’t matter. We’d both go our separate ways, move on with our lives, and he never had to be the wiser.