Chapter Six
Alex
Once West’s lips pressed against mine, everything fell into place.
The attraction that instantly called to me once the omega was in my sights was overcome by another sensation. One that came directly from my wolf. One kiss, and my beast was convinced he was mine. Sure, I’d known West before, but he was mated then and I’d put any attraction out of my mind, respecting his relationship with Emile who I’d known for years.
I’d always thought he was a beautiful, thoughtful mate.
But now, he was my beautiful, thoughtful mate.
I pressed my palms against the small of his back to get him closer. Closer still. All I wanted in that moment was his body pliant and flush against mine.
West tensed a bit after our kiss had just begun and blushed so furiously. Gods, he was gorgeous and so damned needy.
“Mmm, omega. You taste so good,” I said and brushed my knuckles over his cheek.
“I’m so sorry.” He stepped back. I released him but not without a quick fight with my wolf. Sure, he was ours but we had to be patient. He’d lost his mate. He was a widower. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him in any way.
I had to be careful with my omega’s heart.
“Why are you sorry?” I asked. “I’m not.”
“I…he’s gone, but I feel like I’m cheating on him. My brain is telling me one thing, my heart another, and my animal yet another.”
“Sit down, West. Let’s talk about this.”
He let out a nervous chuckle but did as I said. Interesting. I wondered in what other ways he would obey me, putty in my hands. “You want to talk after I basically assaulted you.”
“Hey,” I said. I took the seat next to him and put my hands over his. “That was no assault. I was surprised, sure, but not offended, and I certainly didn’t consider it an assault.”
“It’s been so long. I forgot what it felt like to be held. To be kissed.”
Tragic that this omega had been alone. Sure, life happened, and sometimes mates passed away before their time, or what we thought was their time, but West was clearly suffering. “You…there’s been no one since Emile?”
He ducked his head and then shook it. His sweet scent twinged with a bit of citrus. Shame? Was this omega feeling shame?
“West, please look at me.” I reached under my chair and scooted it closer to him until our knees were stacked together. “Omega, please.”
Sucking in a breath, he nailed me with his deep stare. I could’ve drowned in it and been smiling all the way into the afterlife.
“How long has it been since someone touched you? Held you? Gave you the affection and care you need?”
A whimper fell from his lips. Huh. That long. “I…Emile has been gone, well, you know how long but even before that. For years…”
“What do you mean even before that?” I barely contained a snarl. He didn’t need that from me. West needed patience and calm.
He shook his head. While I wanted to press, I realized it might be hard for him to speak about his mate, or late mate.
“Too long?” I whispered.
“So damned long,” he answered and stole the breath from my lungs.
“Then let’s fix that, shall we?”
I reached for him and, thank the gods, he willingly swayed into my hold. I took his mouth this time with more passion, trying to pour myself into the kiss, strengthen the bond we had only just begun. Moving to his neck, I growled at how responsive he was. Moaning and whimpering at every touch and kiss. My hands roamed down his lean form as I took mental note of all his planes and valleys. Underneath these clothes was a dream body, I imagined.
When one of my hands grazed his groin, I pulled back. “Can I take care of you, omega? Ease this need?”
Breathless, he nodded.
“Stand up so I can take your pants off.”
He did so. I noticed how his knees shook as I removed his shoes, socks, and then released his leather belt. I checked once again before unzipping his pants. “Are you sure?” I prompted. No way I would do this without his explicit permission and consent.
“I think I might die if you don’t touch me, Alex.”
I pressed my own hardened length against him and nipped at his lips. “The words, West. I need to hear the words before I take you into my mouth.”
He squirmed, bucking his hips and threw back his head.
“I know you can say it, omega. This alpha needs permission.”
“Alex, I need you to get on your knees and suck my cock.” His eyes widened as though he didn’t realize he could say it and now he was well aware.
Gods, that was sexy.
“Good omega,” I praised and stripped him of his pants. I sank to my knees in front of him and kissed his thighs. His sighs and the way he threaded his fingers in my hair fueled me on. My cock grew harder by the second. “Are you slick for me? Is your channel pulsing with need?”
His brown eyes met mine, and he nodded. “Everything in me needs you.”
Exactly how I wanted him. Starving for me. I cupped his balls while I took him from head to base into my mouth. He cried out my name while I sucked his length. Gods, he was big, bigger than I expected.
“Can I touch all of you?” I asked, gazing up his body.
“Yes, please. I’m aching.”
“Get onto my desk, West. Ass on the edge.”
He did as he was told, and I got up and pulled the chair to the desk. I tugged him into position, nudging his legs wider apart. He was a sight for sore eyes, and new eyes and any eyes. I wanted to bury myself inside him, but now wasn’t the time. He needed this release. Needed to be shown how fucking sexy he was.
“Omega, you are lovely.”
I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. Bobbing up and down on his cock, I slipped my fingers between his cheeks, finding that sweet puckered entrance so slick and ready for me. One finger and then two breached his channel while his bulbous head throbbed against the back of my throat. His hips rocked again as he fucked my mouth, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.
I pumped my fingers inside him over and over until his sac tightened and his movements became frantic. He let out a roar worthy of a bear as ribbons of cum painted my throat and his channel pulsed and fluttered around my fingers.
“Alex!” he cried, riding the waves of pleasure.
He came down from the orgasm, cheeks red, a sheen of sweat along his brow. He slowly let go of my hair and lay back on the gleaming wooden desk.
My mate was a sight.
I wondered if he realized he belonged to me, now more than ever.
After cleaning him up a bit, I helped him off the desk and pulled his clothes back on. He kept trying to take things into his own hands, but a few growls had him relenting.
“Come here.” I sat back down in my chair and patted my lap.
“What?”
“Come here.” I pushed a bit of alpha tone in.
He nodded and straddled my lap. I embraced and loved on him for what seemed like eternity and yet only a second. He melted into my hold, nuzzling my neck and inhaling deeply.
“I’m so glad you came to the club tonight,” I whispered in his ear.
He stiffened. “I have to go.”
“Right now?” I asked, my wolf frantic inside me for him to stay.
“Right now.”