41. Aleks

ALEKS

I was in my favourite place in the whole entire world when Hazel's phone rang.

I glanced at where it lay discarded on the table beside us. Remy. Video-calling as well. In addition to birthing the horribly named group chat he was also trying to condition us into making video calls instead of phone calls.

I used my free hand to place the buzzing phone in her hand before lowering my head again.

"You should answer," I told her, going back to work.

Hazel called me rude and undeserving names.

"Hey…Remy," she answered, her voice tight.

"Hey babe! Are you and…he's eating you out isn't he?"

I couldn't hold back a laugh. Hazel squirmed as the vibrations tickled her.

"How did you know?" Hazel whined.

Remy sounded extremely offended by this. "Why are you acting like I don't know the exact face you make when you're getting your pussy eaten?" His voice rose louder, crackling through the speaker. "Like I don't do that for you regularly and with great enthusiasm?"

I took advantage of the distraction to press two fingers into her slick cunt.

"Now he's finger fucking you, tell me I'm wrong."

Hazel gripped my hair tighter. "Remy," she said, frustrated.

"Oh no, babe. Don't be rude. You tell me who's making you feel good."

"Aleks," she said breathlessly.

I was no alpha but that definitely made something inside me go feral.

"Are you going to be a good girl and come on his face?"

Hazel couldn't hang onto the phone any longer, tossing it to one side so all Remy got was her sharp, keening cry and the wet sound of my fingers pistoning in and out of her roughly.

"Well, now I'm hard." Remy's resigned voice broke the panting silence.

I picked the phone up. "Go make a solo video. Hazel and I are staying here overnight. Tell Ben."

"Ok, but surely you're not done with—"

"No. But the show's over."

I hung up on him mid-protest, no doubt about to extol the virtues of phone sex.

I kissed along her thigh and belly and laced my fingers with hers. Her body was warm but her extremities were still cold.

"Shower." The more I thought about the idea the more I liked it. "Now."

I swept her up in my arms and took only two wrong turns navigating my way to the bathroom.

"You're very bossy today," Hazel informed me as I set her down.

I undid the clasp on her bra and her luscious tits spilled out. "What?" I said, hopelessly distracted.

"Never mind."

I really liked all aspects of Hazel. Plant hoarding Hazel. Cuddle fiend Hazel. I didn't even mind pyjama buying Hazel, truthfully.

Naked, wet Hazel, however, was quickly becoming my favourite Hazel.

She had slipped into the shower first. She pressed her hands and other things against the glass and looked at me through dew-tipped lashes.

"Coming?"

I shucked off the last of my clothes. "Hopefully not yet," I gritted out.

Her laugh was like a sprinkle of sunshine.

Whenever we had been together previously I was always focused on making sure she got her pleasure first. And second. And usually third too.

I was not prepared for her to sink to her knees as soon as I stepped into the shower.

"W-what are you doing?"

Dumb, stupid, entirely rhetorical question.

"You never let me play with him," Hazel pouted.

I didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry?"

"I want to do it more."

She encircled my shaft with her fingers and gave me one long, thorough stroke. My molars were already disintegrating in my mouth.

"You can have whatever you bloody want, Hazel."

Her thumb was drawing little circles at the sensitive spot under the head. My knees were about to give way and I braced myself harder against the shower wall.

"He's so pretty." She laid my cock against her cheek and blinked up at me with her big brown eyes. The sight of my length against her face almost had me coming right then and there. "So big and hard," she teased. "The perfect size for me to choke on."

My ego was never going to recover. It would remain huge and insufferable no matter what life threw at me.

Hazel's hot mouth closed over my tip and her tongue immediately began to massage the head.

"Fuck!"

She was taking me deeper. I was mesmerised watching her lips slide all the way down. My cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Loudly.

"Are you alr—"

Hazel winked. Fucking winked at me.

My breaths were coming out in harsh, quick pants as she sucked and licked and fucked me with her mouth. She pulled off with a loud pop and began to stroke me, rough and hard. A little twisting motion at my swollen, sensitive tip. I jerked as her head lowered and she mouthed my tightened sac gently.

This was why I didn't let her do it before.

She was ruining me.

"I-I'm close. Already. Fuck, gorgeous."

She murmured appreciatively, taking me back into her mouth. Her lips continued to work the base of my cock while her throat swallowed around the head. Her tongue swiped along my length in wide, sweeping strokes.

And then she moaned, like this was heaven for her.

I was…obliterated. Done. I fisted her wet hair and sent jets of my thick cum down her throat. My hips rocked against her face and she took my ragged, involuntary thrusts easily.

"Mm, I love how you taste."

Fucking hell, it was never-ending. I would die a slow, wonderful death and my obituary would simply read she sucked all his brains out of him via his cock.

She blinked up at me. "Can we do that again soon?"

"Can we…" I pulled her up and crushed my mouth to hers. Her wet slippery body sliding against mine was so incredibly sensual. I could taste myself on her and kissed her harder.

"Let me fuck you with my fingers," I offered urgently.

She whacked me lightly on the back of my head. "No! Don't waste water."

I groaned, already thinking about how I could make it up to her later.

"I know what you're thinking." Hazel started to nip at my ear and neck. "This was for you and for me, Aleks. Believe me." She bent down and picked up the shampoo we'd bought earlier. "You can wash my hair though if that helps."

That I could do.

"Turn around," I said, kissing her shoulder.

Hazel relaxed against me as I massaged the suds into her scalp. I guided her to rinse under the water before running conditioner through her long strands with my fingers.

"Thank you for today," she said quietly. "I really feel like my omega is more…settled now."

My heart leapt wildly in my chest.

Tell her you love her.

I mentally slapped myself.

Too soon.She's only just come to terms with losing her alpha and accepting us into her lives.

But the feelings didn't go away, growing and growing the longer she was in my arms.

We were both a little melancholy on the drive home. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours but we both felt so different from the day before. She was holding my hand on her thigh, lifting it to kiss me every now and then.

"Will you tell the others about…the pyjamas?" I asked nervously.

Yes we wore them.

Yes she managed to get photos.

I was already planning on how to get them into the apartment without anyone seeing. And falsifying an alibi that coincided with a suspicious fire at an undisclosed location later on.

"No," she assured me. "Maybe," she added after a beat.

Great.

"I'm kidding!" She nuzzled my wrist. "But things might change if you annoy me…"

I couldn't stand the back and forth. "Which is it, Hazel?" I demanded.

She still didn't answer and just laughed.

Wicked, evil creature.

I wasn't sure why the universe couldn't let us have this moment just a little bit longer. We pulled into the underground car park at 101 Riverside and Hazel stopped to check her mailbox on the way up.

She pulled out a single letter.

An envelope without a stamp.

Hand delivered.

Hazel tore it open on the spot and her face went utterly bloodless.

"Aleks," she stuttered.

Bold black font on white paper.

HI HAZEL WU

OR IS IT SIERRA ECHO?